Saturday, 28 May 2016

Hahh I didn't get in her best two lines:

' Don't be daft [big women I mean carthorse statuesque fab things with Rosy cheeks from all their carnivorous action, that also should be illegal for several reasons we have known about, yawn, for several decades] from Boudecia, Catherine The Great ,  various far too long in the tooth and throne Britishers, etc [well that entree is mine as I've been studying the actual history]., have always been the boss, from Bethsheba down, absolutely had Gabriel by the balls no matter what post reality interpretation the latest moany wimmin may wish to spin for their twatter feed, never mind yes we live longer, lie better and more ruthlessly to get the gems and gold, are healthier, blah blah...["wow, at last a true queen"]'


' the lot of em should be shot...'





now, on 'the team'.....

In my royalty should have their heads gently operated, off, and we had true feminism, yooof [of the 'of course i will pay half the post split child moving costs dont be a fuckin dinosaur only they wouldnt dream of not paying half for their plate of meat if you must....and while you're at it not cleaning up half the mess no matter where your hole is, should be illegal'] .....  one of the most important fashions of all, passed on by the wise, which aged 17 and a bit was only passed down by wimmin....before they all decided there is something 'wrong' with the perfectly natural reaction of slashing your body every other hour on youtube to cut out the pain of those rats racing round your smartphone never mind the shit telly precursor.....

That the backing vocalist was in fact the star of the show..... or at least made it.
And bein Ive never been able to sing....well thats a good thing.


never mind that effete public school boys from down south  could ever even begin to know how to survive decades of self abuse via the keg of vodka (i do not condone being the lucky one who several decades ago knew that to be only foolery)

And brown ones almost always, I mean it's got to be 99 to 1..... are always the best


Friday, 27 May 2016

(if one ever wanted to be some trite earnest suck up to the reader novelist type or the trendy fictionalised actuality type sucking up, and pondering maybe some dumb Glaswegian accent may even further endear, good line:
many many years really, well except for one sadly false start which did start on the Great wall of China, well at least in respect of pointing out to the vendor how naughty they had been towards the locals one end of it.....   there are perhaps only a few such moments in life, and maybe defined by time almost standing still in the weeks hence.....  so that every moment may be long drawn out enjoyed as quite right too, it should be.)
Never mind some times timing is perhaps against  you, and you can only hope that at other times it will indeed be Ecclesiastically, with...


So, at last.......

I have found her; this is a 'her' her.....  And with no digits between us - her rolls of meat, and my desire for the flesh of just one woman, whom....if one were to attempt ones own gender studies class, indeed..... between challenging me thismorn on Hardy quotes I think mine was rather good: ' yep but..... to get in her knickers, surely just occasionally it may be allowed to  put a match to it yourself..... to be of course discovered by her as the only hero among the barnfull o' drunks....I think I may have' ....

Even if the tragedy may well be that in the fact, that of the few 'facts' that may indeed be (original to me and I dont care how much you pretend to care you don't so lets leave it between the great tarot reader on high, and ourselves....) the foodstuff of a whole lost generation and a half of the entitled, when stick eleven Talebs in a room attempting to explain 2008 and they will come up with twelve diferent proofs.... anyway one thing for cert [ of course to a true fabulous woman I dare not describe the other fact, sheep should all be banned for the sake of ....I mean wouldnt that be a bummer, to go and die around the due date, and ten years later cos the smug Georgesque git [I'm sure he's found me and blocked the round robin email i used to receive and thats funny cos in fact i would often forward them to people with brians....well, the one] doesn't even smoke like a real man may, he succeeds and my beloved hills are all full of furze again..... and real animals and i gone and missed the only thing I ever really cared for....

Anyway no digits no email no nothing but six numbers ... and honour, which in ye olde fashioned language when mean generally did mean mean.....  I know she will not let anyone down.... And anyway, despite the insulation.... more than anything else she knows how damn courageous indeed Silas' mum must have been.... and can almost quote it plot and many a courageous subplot, equivalent of some Johnny come lately tweet saying something that would get you arrested or summat.....

But cannot accept [talk about a week of twisted obvious dichotomous paradoxes but then one simplest fact.... they, the ones whom prove the fuckin fact in terms of actual physical artefacts that do indeed prove that one 'argument' that in several years of creating fifty great arguments plus and minus is the only one......civilisation
And those whom, 'silly me I had to hare back..... of course, six new additions, all fabulous ones..... and one ignored marriage proposal attached to a JP.... I did not notice whom you actually were..... and there is me looking hard for examples of my point and all along here it is so damn obviously.....'  despite being the definition of civilised, could not actually get my point that they are, be fracking CUS of..... tbc, when I am long dead and gone....

However,  now anyone who may even bother thinking of anything in my solar system of god only knows who orbits why.....

hahh forgot the ...well, two minds is a bonus, the fixed mind cannot even hear: latest from farmer radio, 'absolutely everyone now agrees they won't keep your subsidies as they are now.....'
copyright me stuff even if I don't believe in suing, 'and... from my extensive experience of the contempt amongst Towny grandees, but that aside, big agra can pay larger bribes to commission press releases along the lines of "sadly farmer Oak's hundred acre are a thing of the unviable past.... so in the future that bit left after the unringfenced chopping the dead wood, will go to only the bigger boys...."
Now...one would have assumed that a big woman, very.......  even HE couldn't have made her up.....

However....
Back to that jack later....

Now ....(gosh I rarely fact check, it seems so much longer.....only exactly one month, perhaps that is the thing about quality ~ something remarkable and I do not use that word unless it is really worth remarking on a timeless some things are better than gold scale ).
In the prejudice steaks, from leaving Zorba for many years as of course the spix couldnt mash up the greatest movie ever, with the sexiest footstamp of all time past and future, and of course coming upon the list of best arthouse films for many a decade you leave the Abbo one to second to last as simply there is no way that uninterestigly not even propely flattened nose could dig its nazals into the most fabulous heartstrings of human sadness and theres always tomorrow and if your own daughter is that amazing a violinist then rightly make her take it to that next level..... no whitey film I've seen for many years gets to..... But the one you definately leave right til very very last I mean no way ever could the Chinks come up with anything full of fabulous slow slow grace and quiet and blah lah even if they maybe need to head over to Abboland and buy up some proper ultimate talent cos they aint quite got that ultimate thing... that rarest true entirely 'it' it....

But, now..... I like noticing [oops least I forget, now.... talking of noticing, and also talk of being stuck for the right words...
 but how truly 'planned' as in several years...somehow if visually, I could reproduce that one most beautiful female long drawn out note now in the headphones....that only comes out on certain occasions...very rare.....
But it is true! I know what I want to show.....  and it is in that very note..... and good things need drawing out....and that was the plan.....

Anyway unfortunately in the atomised Dis Topics when no one can get back to Paris to check which signatures need to be sued for fraud....
All that ever mattered was indeed colaboration and elven slavery.....
If I had mine in place, and it was the plan, I would set them to the twats and 'books now......

googlwe translate into French, oh no dont bother cos you are conversing through Them [to use the common paralance of two genders in one, paragraph...talking about the same one dead woman..... whom....  ] and you think they are gonna drive your cars too hahhh hahh ... anyway 
Translate!

campaign idea for you: placards go for the gaspumps generally 200 odd miles down from the coast

'oi, you want to be allez vous en  the fuck off on your own, well lets start right now with a  bit of practice.... our one can of petrol left per peep in the whole department; well, the definition of  peep today has just become....committed Peeps no matter what, OF the Union.... '


Anyway that stuff is for others, all I know.... indeed a month ago.... That word 'disability' now..... I noticed something, at an extraordinary place with indeed an official wall of sedition..... and recipient of official complaint from official officials who don't know what Free Speach means....     apart from the fact that the people gathered are just as loveable as any other, in fact no one else would notice....
It is often in such situations cool to sort of pretend to not really notice.... but the young man who most would say it's certainly not expected of him to notice much of all....... how much he enjoyed - you could see it in his eyes..... noticing....me.
And i 'taint about me..... but. 











 





errata just as a few days ago I deliberately left out the Dashes in a little dreadful yuk place...

You gotter earn yer dashes..... in my world, 'solo' well magnificent entry....


'luv, [smile as their default is arrest,mas the plasticated signs* say so], the past is the past...'

Well (if I could be bothered there would be a little one in a bracket square or otherwise, who gives a hole....which would footstampt its way into noting, hahh Ive gone clear forgit what it even was... ) .... with a  plarkey on a malarval dichotomy all week like that, the one thing I know for sure, is it aint me, babe.....who has the Altzheimers....
Even if there was a temporary blip.
Because, after a morning chatting with him whom actually gunslung his way through that moment, the one before The Bear came and ruined it all for the brown women whom were just doin fine without the pesky newfangled Western stuff life look where you're going luv on your moped, and all uneccesary headscarfs, as the movie once showed so well, can end in a bloody mess.....
And then America went and thought it new better.....or was it the Russians paid, too, by them to wander down the Khyber pass and start building their bourgeois little palaces too... we shall come back to this, cos Greg, hahh he missed a bit! And talk about hearing it from the gunslinging horseriders mouth......
sadly though, so far the real hero of the last few years still eludes, cos he actually did turkey shoot a few....and no one answers their emails, well thats if as in the google marketing emails them very selves get netted by googles spam nets.... you cannot turn off. Which if that t'ainnt an example of dystopia has been lurking already for many a year in IDS' computers ensuring that.....well that one will be interesting....
 Anyway, far more important, for an arts destination that hasn't even got past the Foreward, this....
one has to confess has been cerebrally challenged the last few months: 'I mean....JK.... [no not that the one Queen Zelda said 'theres far too many interesting actual things to read about in this world than poison my children with Lord of The Rings fantasy..... never mind all the hookers poor things that live of such immoral earning, pimpin the stuff...'  JK..... I mean ..... fuck there aren't many movies I would nearly turn off as too much..... and that is because unlike anyone else in Britain for many a year, I parent myself, and restrict it intelligently to that which won't turn me in to Al Kai Edam and at the same time give me wet dreams..... never mind treat myself to only a certain ration of bytes, always after evening bites, and only when earned....  So, ok one does have to admit, JK thats some acting - i mean he had me revolted, just about on the edge of my seat ready to stick my head in the oven, well fire would have to do as I ain't really got one ..... to cull myself for being part of the problem and not when we had the chance, say way before others captured the market in infiltrating them and sleeping around, and then crashing lawnmowers into their Pentagons..... because such revolting bullying, the kind last week which pretty would be quite quite rightful in calling Christine a nasty slag for going and going on 'NON'..... and a nasty 'bully' .....
(and that post is still in drafts will i ever have time to add the final production levels and fuckin actually start a goodblog never mind Oddessey through JKs nastiness...... which I am sure breaks at least five of Theresa's new coercian and being grown up laws.....
I mean talk about the definition of how to destroy a young man, or girl, and turn them into a psycho for life.....

Now the above bit really is quite obvious, but what I do know I have a unique handle on..... if we put aside her love handles....   which seemingly the therapy cannot make go away, or is it all the expensive shortbread she can aford to munch..... on the expensive sessions at her therapy.....

Oh yes how dare she: 'eccentric, and a bit of The Oak about you......'  It is as if magic exists, and, she even knew my name..... I mean how would she know that if one were to have bothered with the painful healing process ~ cos thats clearly how the enemy see it, healing their loneliness cos they pissed off every half interesting bloke for miles, healing this, especially themselves because thats what it says in The Guardian instruction book on how to be perfect.....
And get dates.... [note to self, no..... tomorrow the day, now randomly ~ meaning when i feel like it, indeed largely it depends on the weather which in fact is the only way to live in the fucking wellbeing mindful moment.....randomly I take a coffee and being as I am a good boy nowadays never even take the free newspaper ~ errata the one for the cafe to share....
In fact simple: even if yes the 'law' is that newspapers can say almost what the hell mad rubbish they want as we know, but subtle genocide of a species that actually mates with each other which the dating page of the Guradian clearly thinks no longer happens, cos its always, well, randomly, and I do have photos to prove it, I think every one of the random 4 Saturdays out of about 8 I have got to said freebie cos I sure wouldnt pay for it, and indeed it is one couple or other, that cannot actually mate..... and thats what I call ethnic cleansing of good old fashioned Rosy cheeked real women farmers..... so in truth, true Slavenka style the only great war reporter I have read, there should at least be an attempt at a class action.....

Anyway I shall leave aside the prickly matter of my homophilia as indeed one has to stick in as default first line in any such conversation 'my two best friends really in 20s were queer, always loved the outsider, but one thing I know for sure is that neither of them would wish their worse enemy was like them and no there was in fact no prejudice at all no more than some punk girl with funny hairdye get so please it is so boring rewriting history and I have had enough and no one liked David Bowie any more except a few of the more Goldsmiths Col type babes who already dressed a tad eccentrically so never even noticed his clothing....and indeed I believe I was the only person I ever knew who actually owned most of his records and played some of them.... and I have never fancied wearing anything other than the Burton Rustique line....

 Where was I oh yes..... JK..... good job I'm rather good at never even giving a hint of various 'truths' certainly avoiding all detail that may in any way pinpoint real events ... unless they are lovely, and universal..... and as the Little Englander habit nowadays seems to be that such is indeed 'eccentric'  ... meaniong some old chap quite quite happily trundling around on a not too old bike and despite being extremely well maintained and one of those 'Marques' which one could indeed trust before racial diversity set in and nasty bastard white English men started importing bicycles from factories where brown girls and boys knock em out half the price and half squared to the power of Einsinian cheating lambda stuck in to prove he was right bastard cheat....
crapper and don't...work.....

So, silly mee...and me, and .... yes, so I cannot even give the slightest clue as to what may have frankly blown my mind and caused tears of.... yes that is the big question so beautifully shown' but be clear I do not know the right and wrong way....
And I have studied making spirit.....  one way is a bullet in the eyebrow, and there are other less risky ways ....
And i really do have to stop inspiring myself having the last few minutes on loop, most things being available on The Locker, is....  however there is the thing 'most' .... as usual filtered for intelligent, often left out, so if you believe in fat masses of fat people who carry guns - enough to hunt all the rhinos left in the world the Chinese didnt get to, yet.... to demonstrations against brown people  .... cos of the second amendment... and sadly the most ineffectual liar just about ever with his amending it that never got off the ground along with a few other little fundamental promises....  like no nukes....

Anyway matters international are nuthin to do with me, I am only about practicing words in preperation for the rehearsal of the real thing, and great visual art instalations, and hell I have a hoard.... (just a today afterthought, with only two levels, well three if you count the fact most people are too evil to bother fixing things that wear out or break or wear through, which is why they then develop mental illnesses to clog the doctors up with, where they wouldnt have the first idea even how to remember to process one piece of simple paper....  never mind fix a just a bit wonky head, which incidentally is rather hilarious and we shall come back to that but only in respect of ....well Mrs Fixit at a hundred quids worth of fattening shortcake for 20 minutes, likely the price list says 'suggested donation' in big bold typeface ...sadly the National Altzheimers wont actually allow her to set example to her 'children'  and reduce the sugar wolfing, which does even the lowliest div Ive been polling in one ailse or other for some time, indeed agrees does really rather make you a bit inclined to Eastenderism..... [hopefully we have moved beyong that absurd triteness, came along just as it was realised that all the hype of the later 80s and horrid people of the nineties indeed couldnt speed up society in reality and still havent in fact getting to the Criminal cases Review board if youve been 20 years in gaol on some pretty obviously dodgy rap bet that doesnt feel like society sped up as all the poor under 45s have been brainwashed into saying as default....  as always echoed by the smug pea brains of the BBC who just know that they are so cool heralding all this drreadful speeding up, which is actually a euphemism for the lovely French  are indeed very good at making a point properly....35 hours work a week is plenty thanks especially when the ....etc

Anyway to the point, fuck I suppose you could even call it a half BS event seeing that movie.... as in it was impossible that Americans had brains, such things like the brain never before spied [usual minor codicils like Lewontin and just a few who i forget ... or no Dick L he is Canadian isn't he..... and Burrows rediculously overrated and Kerouak too..... and I am sure Joani, the one who didnt turn into some pill popping angry unhappy old crone, surely was Mexican with those gorgeous looks.....
whatever I am not interested in history, the past, just understanding why....

 So, in fact just to humour them, lets grant them nearly full BS status perfectly described in intelligent, really intelligent, cinematic moments (which even if I am as prejudiced against the dilettante of Italy as can possibly be I have noted the pattern being the only truly intelligent European movies coming from there the last 7 or 8 years....  So define a Black Swan event, no 'moment' is better: even if I am not sure and my intuition is usually shown by history to be spot on, only European arthouse movies are truly trying to be inteligent, plus that wonderful ruskie one...well two actually ... such fayre cannot be found spread through the world especially to the polluted seabords of America....
They do not exist.
Until, so so utterly bored of all smug self reverential expanding my mind as its not possible any more and why bother anyway.... everyone else's have shrunk, ' lets while away the one winter night the fibres are in fact lit up as they should be and work, with this mindless garbage ....  recommended on some mindless newspaper site.....

Anyway thats for me to know and anyone else to waste their time trying to legally unpick the quadruple entendres that although I do say it myself just like that ~ indeed as artistic response as the Chinaman said I believe..... I have got so good at and being I never imagined I could even rattle a 1/2 entendres without pondering for 1 1/2 hours per word pre 2010.... and every word certainly over the last three years at least is never even thought about in advance never mind typed slowly as one thing is for sure above all else anyone who does much screen anything bores me to death so you dear reader would bore me beyond it.....  SO i resent every single wasted fuckin time~to~apostrophise..... never mind aforethought of any wise wise things to toss out for free ....

Anyway having ascertained of late, the last few weeks, there definitely isnt any point (i know that should have been a dash after 'late' but I will show via performance art a new level of 'hate' crime/ general conspiracy to hatefully be as contemptuous as possible that only the punishment of being forced to emigrate with one of those silly girls running off to Dai Hash and his mad tea party, could possibly suffice.... especially if she has a some orphan kids need a grandad type....)
point trying to even have half a conversation as all have lost their minds..... (i hope not peddlar of such lost~ mind 'filth' because I know that the very last laugh is on the fool who has hope..... we got to that Oddeseyan drugtesting booth many a moon ago and know that even if you are clear winner they're likely to taint your sample just for money too.....

But what I know is an international bestseller way way way....... beyond Gregory.....cos bizarrely I care and know one thing, that ...

* = time for that hahh hahh nearly forgot, well its all linked of course as no young pundit or journalist can ever be bothered to shout at the PR twat suggesting it 'taint.....

plasticated signs, at Antonias..... that was the moment, they immigrated in with their anger and nastiness, neuroses... lust for prozac [which is officiual Antonia used to fill me in, between bouts of reciprocation...] .... their lost little brown lamb with a big Notting Hill inheritance denying it to the face...of a child, who's dad had taken pity on her with her eastenders dram tales at the Blue Boar bar.... directly linked of course to ten year on the son, not really properly dadded.... engaol for drugs and guns.....
Anyway thats nowt to do with me, but it is when in a perfectly peaceful part of the lands way way marginal middle of nowehere they have to start harassing me, on the one visit every half a decade and if you make any more without good cause you should be fined, period.....  with plasticated signs about harassing them.....
Cos the townies emigrated and immigrated and generally agregated every painful sharp gravelly~stone corner into the heals of the perfectly happy people already here and certainly didnt need any of that, the point.....

Anyway so back to 'by donation [a crate of the stuff would keep the arse in shape thanks very much]' ... the material ~ mine...is just too good.... truly that angry narcissistic rediculous band aid that I'm sure that ex Elle editor who of course created Affluenza and the like who's bandaid sure didnt stick properly ~ fixing her for life.....which is quite quite possible but does take a bit of time, plus having just about every smallest bit of who you are thrashed out of you, or beaten with drumsticks or some other such neutron bomb in my case being the most atomised selfish git concermned only with how i 'felt' inside [though never malicious and also quite careful no idea why but there you go, probably something to do with knowing I also had a RESPONSIBILITY to fuckin humanise myself and sit through several hours of whatsername the super sexy one going from Blue to White and ending up Red  and also knowing it has nothing to do with the crumpit, but its about the brain behind it..... far far superior to any other we knew of that era....]

self obsessed, scared, sad.... you then meet some beast far more so in respect of all three than the self..... and you cannot help having it rammed into your head, they will die unless you put their need for assistance in their self obsessed, scared, mad ...lovely .... toddling about day ....first....and guess what, you forget about your own little foibles....
Which of course no therapist could make any money from, promulgating as a rather good little cure...... and in my world it would be illegal to offer any advice to anyone unless you indeed had experienced the above....yourself....

Anyway it is the other stuff, that really interesting 'gender studies' thing.....   And who above all in fact agreed with you (me)....  'of course you must, and here is our line on it..'

 anyway this one should be a bit higher up something to do with International, however far more to do with we all have a responsibility not to pollute the atmosphere with the wrong words....


In other words I certainly am not going to waste even a millisecond going of to 'insert photo' button twice when once will do two birds one stone etc
 which unlike that above, and even if completely ad~hoc cuffwise i.e. as unplanned and not staged as can humanly exist, indeed a matter of any possible universed mixed in her cauldron and you get what yer fuckin given and eat! or else I'll send you to Biaffra........Adam.... and he did, to the mirth of gathered bratts, no one else ever having MADE him do so...... and I dont recall any abuse lawsuits following in the wake of that particular tea party..... has so many impossible quantum god only knows what next mixed up maybe whether you are scanning or reading my mind itself, Ive no idea what next..... it is visual genius... Indeed there are three volumes in that one image alone...

Anyway back to the point, which there isn't.... and of course it is very unpopular to mention about a thousand hours of radio time on what is just you either have two of them or one and thats that...

Oh yes, China, now..... I re
ally do hope that the next Internationalist or not or whatever will at least get one fundamental going back fifty years little item .... who cares why but the facts are (and even visible in a rare BBC visual arts sojourn of mine) that ...if they haven't dug the female sperm out with the rhino horns and any manage ever to get born, go look for yourselves what truly revolting barbie doll characters their neutron powered Affluenzic horrid nasty women as golfcarts/slaves society creates in the rich barbie who genuinely really does care that after having a baby she will by default be chucked away by her husband as it is entirely counter cultural to even have an ounce of bump~flab on the thighs post event..... Internationalist does not mean do not have sanctions until these nasty little gambling mad madmen....grow up and learn how to spell civilised..... and that Dave is the worst of all ever hookers/pimps combined in one if that is possible,  but we know that....

Anyway, if I ever put on my meedia player thing a certain song, well it is firstly, as parody, indeed seditious slight worthy of every Troll in the land piling in and hashtagging #flawed....  a certain song, that the sad thing is that these therapists who fail to say A get the fuck up early as the science proves that is good for your head, B have a kid [or buy one or steal a few more hundred grand from some poor unsuspecting chap and buy one] that'll separate the genuinely suicidal from the fakes, never mind a few other things in time, C stay the fuck up and go for plenty of walks ....  I only put it on, so My~too~pressed~mind, trying nice friendly emails and stuff, like ....for that drum solo ~ which is not a sentence I ever utter publicly but once in ancient times, or would ever think.....

Anyway there you are you mustv listened to it at least half a dozen times ~ those Messrs worst~drips~ever in the history of music..... and their illegally entitled CD X and Y .... I mean such dreadful Chinese style approach to it all fuck their gonna regret come the great reckonin.....
never mind the ninety four million seven hundred and eleven thousand two hundred and eleven poor indoctrinated viewers whom are sure gonna regret it when they're up in the dock after hobbling out of the operating theatre after the stitch up worked, this time, thinking they were just some nice man doing his duty to put his foot down and make sure the woman gets a bit of fixing and tries himself to be in on the act....and gets a stabbin as all the thanks
 
(letter to thingy, the one who does a line of news: ' sat sipping my yogi tea in the evening sun, a smile on my face..... every other day she gets an hour or two of her barrister...teasing the story out..... in real life I recall, all those years ago.... in real life.... despite even being minor cause much televised partial celebre, and unlawfully arrested, crystal  clear Vienna Convention violation..... dozens of letters and notes over several months..... as a real person you dont even get to see yours once, til its too late and the things pretty much begun....
But the cure to being sad, and boring, and needing the therapists to fix you.... is you know you wouldnt have had it any other way.....
As thats what 'experience' is..... and knowing....reality.

Anyway, the definition of a great memory and I'm not the ridiculous moron who needs the treatment ...
'silly me... wrong drum solo bit I knew it wasn't quite the right one bu tits been a while......  even if likely illegal by now in half of Central Europe never mind Trumpinton....  there is ametuer moaning, and if you really do want to radicalise a kid into being eccentric....which by my definition is what all the rest are.....and perchance to dream, one day...a thinker....

there is only one drum solo that you actually do dance around the lounge headbanging to, [from really far too young according to the how to create a retard instruction book of YUKeratic infantilisiation parenting mode,you get what you...MAKE.]........ or else!....'























Thursday, 26 May 2016

So, several times the last few months~ all, truly all, like fuckin as fontied up largewise as it's possible without  inflicting pain on the new light~filled  wires just up 'troad which are just as bad as all the others ever were and itsw official the satellites are crap,  hence you ereaders will always be townies and I would never wish to sleep with such pitiful creatures...
Several times 'what on earth ever is the point...' then the remedy even if it may take a few days to get in between all the smartarsed lacunae and just be.... in between the smartarsed lacunae....
All truly, there is no point, really, even if one may pretend.....
And there he is, Chloe's bloke ['mate, I need her just for five minutes, sit patiently she is ...great'], and.....
Even if and in fact it comes back down to that 'action speak louder than truly magnificent young men and his "ma KUHHH them do it"' ...  and the fact that Martin correctly quotationmarksises despite all the nouveau showoffs but of course I never got that book~lent back....

Even if there indeed, god only Nazals..... a few, or more who would smirk at past victories [their] and the impossibility of crawling anywhere other than sideways  .... in their slime trail....
There is nevertheless a moment, if you are a true countryperson, where, even if it happens to be a few weeks late, but that's the point, when you know, you know there could be next spring too.....
There is a moment, when, the other season is forgot....entirely as are any past rumpii.....
There is a moment when many a month (it seems so) there has only been a winter scowl in the passing places ...and
There is a moment when every smallest hesitation in the season gone is, just a season gone.....because
There is a moment when, so say the arrogantly forgetful bees especially, and birds almost all winter, cos it never got cold so god help the NHS and all its dreadful adicts when there is a real winter.....
There is a moment when in fact it is just about this moment all other moments of course never fookin mattered, just peep stuff....
There is a moment when,  yes it is all very well first visit you noticed, how the really rather not quite of the same left, right or self regarding brain, noticed....when many would deliberately not.... and in fact it is all for him, when no one else are even perraps worthy of not.... being about them
There is a moment when, really rather ......well....
There are two books, its more fuckin binary than all the politically correct piranhas in all the Congos or Ama Zones in all the world filled with 'experience' seekers..... there are two books, and one of them, the less popular by my many a time enquiry....
One is about what should be and all the various NGOs which would pile forever in for their own self regard...
And another, is about.... well, a woman may get even more spellbinding, is that the right word? to describe her noticeably certainly at the limit of its ....  I can see every mark ..... pimple which damnwell will not behave and allez vous en cos surely such marks of what god only knows
And they cover up......
Do not necessarily be the end of it into older age....

SO to be real naff and no way do I ever tell anyone my feelings ~ the real ones.... those which ...well, my world though ascetic~pure in minimal whitewashed hobbit interior decor, is organised such that visual stimulii take me to certain places, I always knew were important... because I always knew I could trust myself, Most of The Time....

My world is a real world..... tho.... which includes a return to Stanton, and I may have to return again cos I must have scanned over that so truly influential line, the one about Harlem and it all not quite adding up....something just not fitting in with the model....
Even if no one ever listened, it sometimes feels like, except for me.....

The real feelings,
'no I guess maybe you don't have it...'
The contempt







so, quite deliberately, six'en yer'n 'o loadsa Gobbledygook....

So, sit one actually genuine old blond down, and.....
speak to me only with your'neyes..... and the little dribble from the corner of one......
But the problem is, of course it was not Missed er Muse.....

I've felt the coldness of my winter....
Hahhh never mind, I mean if one were doin a ...well.....
There you are you know that you have left your bicycle unlocked, and the place is crawling with crime..... fucki eres the bus and I have been thinking of ....
That remarkable, well infact almost impossible image some time.....
Gettonit
And two busrides and enough time to .... well, know you don't want another busride, any day later.....

But in fact it all comes down to one simplest thing, which is that anyone whom may assume, nay close your story for you.... even the bleakest conceivable winters, get over themselves, despite no goddam negro swan on any horizon and Dawn left longago, surely to go and poke her finger in someone else's eye, who may have more blood left to sweep across the sunset or rise if you happen to 'be a morning person'  and.....

It all comes down to 'yes she will be "lonely"' ....but it all comes down to, there are two of them, the boring earnest politically correct one about saveages and jungles and property developers and..... the other one, about, 'taint over till the steamboat has pulled up the drawbridge and the old folks, very...are Nazally pegged for health and safety reasons, and taste...oops forgot that age there's litt;e left......but enjoying every second of it as if all other 99 before, never even existed....

If.......

That's one fuck of a big if
If............
If...
if...............
IF..
IF......
IF..........if I could curl the dots onto the next stanza of the Oddest essay of them all, but......
if there is....summat.

So, at last...I asked, her*



* all my years these Marches...... there was only ever one, and I was wrong ...
'I have to ask, because..... and I have waited, because only the precious call patience Aunt Dilly~Virtue.....and now is the moment, all the others say nay, but, I spoke to your mother a few weeks ago and indeed preached "but, it is in fact about her....yourblood, mine, and surely yours would not be water unmixed with wine...or if yer Scots it seems half a lorryload of vodka a week....
' But oh toothless crone, indeed, i came to a conclusion at the end of a painful at least thirteen month, internal campaign... that she, absolutely she, is why..... 
'relative being the most important word, spesh if tart n'bimbos  t'others..... 

And I was wrong, hell I had set my heart, on.....she alone would speak not of 'ehh let's not go there' but of, yes lets go there, and go there lots..... 
(kay, in troof, that 'well I am in two minds' winced through the setting sun to me....well at least it's not all or nowt ).

Now it is all very well Ken getting the Golden Palm~off but.... there is real life, and.... you could not make it up.... the serendipitous moments of if you think your society can even partly communicate never mind take responsibility any more.....well, you don't believe in the power of all things bus....
And all I know, 

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

'Looks more like a sick negro* duck to me, duck'


subtitled, oops forgot the entitlement to everything never mind nasty Yankee powerpointist mindset [1] that took over most of the world: sadly drawing never a strong point, or any art.... but then there was that strange one phrase only ever said to me once ' you seem sometimes to be living as if life a work of performance art [which was untrue, but weird nevertheless in a sort of appreciation of the need for the theatre of the dance in some ways to be able to just...well, thats the story innit]' which being loyal in fact I let sink in and thats all you need to know about life, that some seemingly daft and irrelevent and in fact at the time mention of some Black Swan never seen, can be true...so enjoy the ride on her back when she does....





* now, for all the spastics who wouldn't get the post still in drafts about the man who owns one ~ no not a negro, that would be illegal, unless you are a rich negor person who imports them with you to London on your Arabian carpet powered by the fuel of the ultimate paradox and side effects rolled up in one dead cor[se within....
spasticity is a 'campaign' that fails to mention the so so superior film skills of say just one Pole. even if he trilogised them....that in fact defined, yes fuckin defined my progressive rather good generation before 99% of them turned into teletubbies...... never mind the one with the small dick that the failed witches forever will be jealous of.....
spasticity is failing to be at one, have comapssion, for the poor old man who has to yes pull his around on a lead, and somehow...I dunno, talk about perfetc poetry, his cheeky little raising the issue - yes raising.... via his freedom at least to still use that word to my face, his own pet one likely not as long for this version of the world as would ideally be.
It is also assuming anything (hahh what a PERfect example yesterday, and also how weird, no one, especially a rather nice female, ever says to me 'I'm sure I've met you before...' ...I've only used that line once in my life, hahhh at that place, we shall come back to..... as its in the chessgame of it all bigtime especially as his son got four years in pokey...... cos dad never, was dad...... rather, sucked the mammon exuding from the Bruces of this world, dick en masse....

(that last little phrase you have simply no idea the levels of concurrent sentences of a symphony as perfect as even Gorecki himself, with Nina - no, dont be SILLY, i saw the 'Green Man' thing and very diferent hairdo on the backflap in keeping with stealing the Marcher pound,  and just...laughed, 'oh no, not another poor hooker lamb bless er..... ' - Hagen..... on lead vocals, sorry no way has there ever been a purest symphonetic half a dozen lives, sickly impaled upon the barbeque of self regard and...... just the right exclusion by moi of apostrophe and...... Dicks, and 'en'....)

Anyway now Sir Trevor, I utterly hated the guy as in my world as one person knows as she has heard the tapes of the Socratic haranguinng in the Hyeways and Underpasses of ....hell....  ' in my world, almost all the true intellectual magnificent public figures and even those lads from the London estates who can, even about 21..... [we did say lads, sorry but all the female variety of that particular saide of the swings and roundabouts of which hole you use, well... they are moaning endlessly about their minority... oh sorry, that they are one, along with so many others poor things they will have to join a rather long queueu.... anyway, ooops forgot still in brackets when this really must not be the exact presentation so matters] ... yes these absolutely plebian uneducated scum aged around 21 sometimes bit older... the suntaned  ones can almost...no strike that even of course if there is selection bias on behalf of the gatekeeper..... no lets turn it round, all young whitey on the wireless/ sometimes i dare to research a bit of screen, dystopian underconfident very confused, lost, clearly have no idea if they believe themselves never mind the Powerpoints of all the similarly useless creeps that go to their schools preaching about who to be....  ALL the black people and ALL the brown people..... fabulous - confident, usually a bit right, inteligent....confident, generally believe in themselves and in fact just the right mix of foxy stuff which to the stupid, is, according to the research, the one quality which will mean you can become like me which you all want but it takes....time..... skeptical foxiness, cos hedgies .... charismatically and manically in fact (we saw them begin to emerge 39 1/2 years ago... I know their...names) ... are the science says more often than not in the longer run.....wrong.

In other words some ex slave on the telly [and i can't be arrested for saying so as I'm only reporting what others may say as in fact I dont believe Ive ever watched any as i dodnt do screens] , who has  crawled his way to a radio 4 microphone....has learned beneath the lash and hot oil spatters of all whitey's petit bourgeois crappy tellychefs and foodie culture.....
Be humble....

Which in fact is the most important feature of all for any world dominant in waiting....

Anyway so (still '*' ... i will say when not; ) ...
Now a very junior ...and i so so mean on fuckin probation, employee/ spiritual advisor...recently said to me (but this is ALL you ever hear from, her.... as you have to earn the right to be even heard never mind mentioned in writing.... ) ... ' yes I can assure East / central Europeans are subject to prejudice...'
Now of course that is so, even if of course all thats ever been actually going on in Europe for a silly hundred years is a strong desire to inflict pain on the even just slightly browner.........

And anyway there is too much to get in here in even one short lifetime left, I mean especially as I've started to reread it.... all along it was the answer! on my shelf......
And how curious, talking of men and big Painted Birds.....
no time to even try and mention that except it's all linked....as I feel he understands.....
And hence it does indeed come back to that one fundamental word no one knows how to spell over ear..... loyalty.

So, how does one say this most scantily for the generation which seemingly now includes those of all ages, whom can only deal with about 20 words before they start getting angry at your affront to attempt communication.... (and officially, I am very good - independent sources say so)

If i had a 3 1/2 year old and my time again, I would go and take the BBC hostage for something or other and get all their tapes for 6 1/2 years and get someone to do a project along the lines of find me one younger whitey (or foreign journalist of any age), who speaks as down to earth simple black is black and white isnt non~binary a third degree of seperation......
find me any journalist who speaks as well as the opressed female ones of Egypt, talibania, oops no America won and alowed them in when in fact the Russians had late 70s dealt with that little clothing/ appearance / ability problem kindof for good..... find me in YUkkobania some young young whitey whom speaks in public with the simple dignified authoratative poise of all these young opressed black and brown people, who clearly by the fact that no one could, means they are not opressed at all ..... except for Sir Trevor he's really really rubbish.....

Until magnificently a few weeks ago he gets pretty much right to the nub of the issue so beautifully, which, as if to prove there is no issue, in that if the dark people can speak so humbly authorotitively and intelligently when all whitey can do is mumble and speak in a mid Atlantic facebook voice....and go on about some deficiency in one or other earole being recognised as under threat from oppression.....  well in fact i doi have one criticism of Malala and miscellaneous disciples and ilks.... if they really did have the confidence to act according to their wise largely correct wisdom... they would in fact, for THEIR OWN GOOD..... enslave and generally be very nasty to whitey for several centuries at least because if I know one thing I know what proof is, especially of 'something' 'working' and they are it

In other words, whilst all her 3 1/2 year old contemporaries have been taught by their parents desperate to get on some radio show and sing of their 'anxiety' right for 3 1/2 about which coloured pants to put on, the blue or pink..... I would get my one, my 3 1/2 year old the only intervention medical or otherwise, that the science and people like me, no person like me, that notices...knows is true..... will indeed offer genuine scientifically proved benefit.....a skin transplant... and i supose a bit of a Nazaljob may be required too


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[1] = and I didnt do that - meaning i told it to be small first bracket small 1 small second and no if they cant follow that instruction you honestly think that the driverless blog can follow any avtual real train of thought and mean it...you are nuts.
Nor should it have followed through with smalltype formatting .... anyway now in a decade we only 'need' or even thats the wrong word, perhaps it is better put a sick mad society of fools will invent new terms every other day, by definition [they are sick] cos if you are not sick then you know only a few valuable terms or notions can indeed be taken in at any time - definition of time being at least a year or so to mull if its good or maybe not..... and when some clever spark came up with mindset took me some time lulling it.... but no time to figure that its all we need no we dont need every thieving mindfulness or general buy my smart thinking newbookist  to confuse a good concept with loads of others not as good and certainly far far more wanky...... I am loya to that excelent way of putting things, and then a decade or so downriver, maybe indeed the B.S. way of shoving in a quite good metaphor is a good one too.....depends...... tbc, so  that particular veneration of the Aleppo~born is on probation....  though like all money people he doesnt get of course how utterly fantasy all words are, like money yet, at the same time a few right ones can change the world of course ....  

At the desk [barrier, only ever thinking of crossing hers], pondering a week....

.... well that would be a lie and they are weird.... pondering a fucking whole rewriting of history over five or six months...... almost, and it's that key almost....always inwardly nourished by all the little trix those nasty gods play, and also the huge mountain nay if ebay had their way and auto~deleted them after a few months in drafts on their nasty little funeral pyre of endless trickery....without fuckin yellin yer......
pondering, always, so which of the re~entry lines of so many (and a mountain of syncredentialistic upscale recycle ego battling .... that even a whole Committee of Homers couldn't weave into Silas' five beautiful ultra maverick footstamping mother fuckin no way never I WILL .... tweet the whole establishment is motherfuckin nasty [copyright George, god she mustv...had curidge..... surely if you think about it the greatest human being of all time, and Priness M just her half breed neice ....surely, with her metaphorical attack on firstly the church and their duplicitous nasty self regard indeed worse well not really than the recent whitey High Priestess of the £69.99 an hour mindfuness Gold~grab.....  then on the whole bourgeois certainty that posh houses are always gonna win out in the end..... I mean if you think about it... it's the revolution, even if poor lamb she failed]

So, at the counter, sharing the latest madness, she on Dai~hash, though with the lack of YUXIT veneration of any fairly inteligent....KNOWledge and Philistinisticatory fuckin hate...of the reader and quite liker of a bitter poetical nuance never mind the knowing that any 'fact' fuck it takes a long time to get all the hedgehog bristles out yer arse.....

... ' I can't speak to you again, and you know...'

Now, there are even in drafts about 75 reentry posts after you give up ever bothering to think because the latest binary police of the burn down all including which hole may require a bit of entry, as nature intended,...us at least to have a bit of fun.....
Never mind that quite clearly now they are into triggers and four out of five say '[but they dont know what they're ass aying, cos anyone under 25 is forever inculpable.....] woe is us, you can't tell us in university lectures about nasty things......  cos our parents especially in YUXIT failed to parent us and mayKUH....us, via inteligent loving strategies and providing many a better way to spend your time such that  ... you are actually too tired out by all that jolly nice fresh air to manage looking at the screen for more than half an hour.....  so as Susan et Al discovered a long time ago screens unless you have some firmly fair and ultimately god like dad who just makes sure he discharges his responsibility to know that screens do not grab you and..... well, indeed, sustain..... there is a whole diferent thing... that every poor lost lamb taechnocratic bored 24 1/2 year old poisoned by [we will come back to that] ..... lost, thinking that the ever descreasing circle inside the ever descreasing screensize into the ever decreasing few lines of text all anyone can ever handle before they get VERY angry.....   anyway, don't tell us about nasty things, unless you are Ken and can get the gold.....cos we will burst out crying, 'sue the university for breaching our vulnerability barriers to being fuckin human...'

Anyway back to me, barrier standing.... ok as recent timeless correspondence clarifies, well, just the few smallest little ones, regret wise.... in other words cunts its wise to figure your story..... because one thing is for sure, and some undercover work too..... demonstrates that especially the holistic therapists who have para~colonised [thats parasite invasion ~ which is just Darwinian, parasites invade, thats their job one must guess, however in the arms race of it all, well I doi know that no one knows how to defend..] my what was forgotten swath of the land some 10 years ago.....  

I may have improved myself the last few years, but..... I do regret not being someone who, having been told that she must not speak to me.....

She can querulous rejoinder: ' Don't forget to take your marshmellows...'

But she did, like my little addition.... proving, that even if both sides of a bed may be inexorably off in other directiuons due these nasty psychos who want forever fascist~lite...... and think that we, the people.... the scum... are indeed always going to tolerate ... it....

(back here later in an oblique way, as pure journalising systems based ubertruth of what the future is I demand!  I will never express my opinion......)


Other than, silly me! the greatest text is always silly me..... I mean fuckin hell except for the fact that she, the purveyor of porn ~ the land where Tess for a growing band of white vanners..... indeed would be seen as I once saw H+E....  silly me, the best by far reaping the rewards the last few days.....   even if she managed to sidestep ' if this is yours too well even if we have to traverse an ECHR bigamy suit and all the other barriers..... your hand, now, please luv...'
But silly me, of course they had the most civilised selection..... ever I have seen, actions speak louder than any words ever.... I hadn't noticed, even if various versions of the ultimate conclusion ...and it was always about that tarty one..... but she has a brain, and relative being the most important word, relative to her cohort, her spirit, nay civilised psyche when most around her are alcoholic sugar infested Gobbites, hating the other..... she alone got on a plane just after some irrelevent  action or other made travel to brown lands a good deal cheaper....

But silly me.....


Anyway less of the silly me I know what self esteem means, and you have to fuckin earn it....

And, if one had, had in back of mind, some six and a half years.... well after the miraculous transition ....and one, alone, knows the truth......
Anyway less of that past is just the tick of a clock (not on my wall in deference to the last one i had on me ripped from the wrist in battle of.... god only knows what, except it would make a great ballet) ....  If one had wanted to be on a magnificent quest for what one should have in a university that may actually tell some cute little universal time immemorial for now at least, truths....   there is only one bit I lack, and hahh one bit forgot, til this morn:
Up there, in the hills (fair do's even Georgesquian twattery is forgiven having heard how intelligent he is about his 'white plague' ... my only real friends....  but in the week when number one new luv is the gtreat hulk of an old woman farmer, we joshed on witches... her faking it, but she knows you dont josh about why she can josh better than all of Hay on Wye and environs interbred into one superGoddes.....  because......
(when its generally unlawful amongst her ilk....)
she... swears by the light in her eyes......when
She talks of her luv
For her childhood love......
Tom
Even if its almost official he got a hardon at the hanging aged 16...

Which is one of 100 reentry points the last several months to go....

But, there is one thing that you cannot teach in the greatest university of at least take some time out to just enjoy some of the words of old men and women who had to be men to get a deal ... how to be, as funny as her.... even if fuckin ell they always bring it back round to sugar, hun...

Back up the hillfarm, which in fact I do see, although I pretend to use as killer USP cos there is no way on earth that the fascist~lite dictatorsdhip is going to prop up small upland farms when there is a smaller pot of piss [ the real reenery point, the amount of times the last few months I have stood at the sink and said to myself, ' is it a moral good to piss in the sink, being ....time..... so much to gently creep back through Hilary's bramble patch et a whole mountain of important stuff to collate and store and .... above all, depart this mortal viscous circle, all shipshape, not one atom of the past wasted...and I mean it..... being it takes time to shuffle over to the pisstrough.... surely its moral to instead use that time for a far far better things, Ive dun....

 Anyway that may even be for the disciples, decendents, general mixed bag of lost lambs who knows nowt to do with me..... all I know is that I am far far more intelligent than Richard Dawkins, as I trust no one, and no way ever would i have done some good work, created on Mister nasty Jobs nasty mal~wares for sale and dont even think about me sharing the code! cos I am nasty....
No, if your material has value enough to bother creating it, well at least make sure the existence of it into the unknowable future of even King Richard poor lamb goes and gets the dropsy, one side of the gob....
Get organised..... make sure you account, for the twats..... and assume all, are..... you have only your own self to rely on, always.... especially when it comes to making sure that a machine of say 30 year'n hence can deal with that now,,,, and there is always a way, But requires often great great care and a truly sceptical soul..

Anyway yes less of that, now.... up there in the hill farms.... which I had never thought really until Saturday eve yes he is right they should be banned and shut down and generally made an example of in the kill off the only people you've ever really valued properly of it all..... because the future is above morality or even feelings....

I could wikki every moment of it all, but that would take away from the moment - and that's exactly the point of why as Susan [i use poor gobby angry her ~ cos shes stuck in a town, nasty intense neurotic places full of dreadful Susans....as metaphor for the real scientists who attempted to figure how lots of screen back then even 18 years ago when i first heard some research...... just ruin your, head....].... there was one, just one...
Moment, for which just about any English (i use the term advisably as those fuckin celts always gobby and prejudiced against anything new that would challenge their nasty domineering preach fromn the pulpit gloomy bullying and that includes the judges....and generally wouldnt have any of it, any.... )... could use as mitigation in any just 'society' for all his sins, from murder itself, through running off to marry a Hasher.... to atomisation, self hate, blowing up communities because they are rich incomers lost lambs dont know there is nothing to fuckin come here for except.... that which is not, peeps....and certainly all the labels which the poor middle aged uptight ex townies parasitise these days, ' ohh poor you you must have asbergers or something else like that I am goddess and we will together go on a journey of finding the cure so you will keep me forever on your Christmas card list nice me....and woe woe betide anyone like, Im over there, who sniggers at ... my coat of Hedging spikes....
hedges are barriers too so maybe
Anyway thats for the more subtle biblical rewirite or whatever....

Which....
I mean what a line!

But back to my pointed spike of an attempt to stick a prick in that moment which certainly must justify man a 'case' of schitofrenic me me me my dreams~itis matter.....
when its all random and juicy too....if you live through the mushroom invasion (the amount of funny looks Ive had its as if humour did indeed die with that Bill.... that one that says you can 'decide' who you hate most.....

Now all I know, that moment.....  that no screen can capture....

When having educated onsesself properly, a random early discovery of Joan who [ I mean fuckin gender studies, so last week is fifty years anniversary of the Judy shout..... and then ditto one of the best albums by far of all time...... yet no one mentions al those absurd horrid radio 4 men, men to a last... no it was HER she invented the whole palarver thank you very much..... in fact I bet she even bought himn an electric version for Christmas 1963 except he couldnt play it cos his poor little towny fingers hurt in that particular cold bleak winter..... my first and if you live through that never forget you are the true hard fuckers! (especially with that tit to suck on).... so she say there whipping his Z little confused arse, 'you WILL learn this instrument, i say so, it is better for you in the long run, put that nice but yesterday version aside now and as the world gets gobbier and gobbier you will need to keep up, volume wise... it will be for your own good, look, I will also restrict my use of my far far preferred instrument in solidarity with you while you develop the habit...'

So, indeed, education ....  all that gentle Joan stuff - me a non~binary because i always had a secret stash of girly stuff, all the rest of the boys so prescriptive [why of course nowadays my agegroup they're all in need of them, to even glimpse..'happiness'] and lots of also far better noisy stuff  than later attempts, longhaired people except the Grateful Dead stuff because frankly all long albums and nothing really in their pants.... and that 'in the club' nature of them...

Anyway here's the point, if there is one, the moment where all mental health issues of today (i can only speculate upon, 'suffering' nothing.... knowing that Maud asleep on my old couch a few weeks ago is just a natural bedmate under the circs....and poor Claudia always tries to complicate it all.... )

There we have an established tradition of it all being nice and fairly gentle and with some atempts to be also a bit maverick the angry young towny men must smash guitars because they dont like big crowds of Americans in 1969 which is a fair comment,  and  to be diferent et al.... and then overnight it gets a bit rowdy and provocative,  and forty years later the horrid old thing probably thinks it was a genuine emotion, God Save Her.....

S|O, this binary ehh hippies hate punx, no it was the other way round, 'you are not me' whatever....  was just about copable with, even if talk about schitzoid inducing trauma quite real in many ways.... I mean fuck he used to sit next to me in class and now he sits the other side of the teenage dystopia of loadsa Lambrusco and burning furze in the shed to keep warm at 3am .....
And then there was Patrick..... my neighbour, ok intense family so of course it was going to be a bit interesting....
My friend...
And my girlfriend!
sat some months between me and far more handsome he....
Me, one side..... sort of flattering my friend the other side of her heaving breasts at the thrill of the battle for...heaving breasts....
either side

 One side...' how on earth, can he, have overnight, shawn himself those lovely long hippy curls..... to compliment his fabulous bit o' Tar in the blood.....
But really.....well if she goes that way... out the exit door into the hell of this....with him......

Well, drugs, and everyone on 'em, never mind the ridiculous new wardrobe overnight and hairstyling ..... doesnt even begin to sum it up.....

The enemy of all gods ever as later documentary evidence seems to prove.....








But, subtitle A...it made her laugh, and was original to me...and that is nice
B...later















Saturday, 14 May 2016

There is an alternative mind you...

all these 'elites' ... well, when they lose and figure all those lost millions are down to the youth who were brainwashed that a muddy field is more important... so never voted, go for HIS gold..... lawsuit etc. possible treason suit too.....

Anyway what was i off on oh yes...satire.... I have never in my life so felt that not just because they take themselves far too seriously, transmit hardly any balanced arguments ever, are just such nose stuck up daily mail in their ways.... lifestyle section.. the lot, there is only one class that more than anything must must somehow be knocked off their perch, en masse....almost every one of em and especially every single one at the BBC.....  journalists..... the lot...utter mentally retarded gang of precious geeky gobbits worse than all of UKIP put together.....
And they arent without bias, almost ever.... because they must believe that their fey sincerity, when no one in UK could ever give a fuck about anyone.... works.... unless they are en masse certifiable.... or they wouldnt be doing it, unless they arent on side - that of the human....

'when Grenpeace put forth their latest cutesy sounding 25 year old Teletubby in training effusing on hey look at our latest treeplanting project on riverbanks saving the world.... usually not actually haening in real life but those are the facts we may give em a few years for the facts to emerge.... a real journalist surely would at least say, 'luv, ehh, weve known this thirty, forty years... and as many so called clever new initiatives in as many years.....ehh what do you have new to tell us, about how this time you will achieve what no one in this nasty little supermarket Aisle deep down really does want.... because 'ergo'as a concept was invented probably even before the Greeks...
(and at last, for several weeks, I really do at last have within, not false PR self regarding wank that everyone else talks, to please the Ted selection panel, no, MY, own experience (omitting the 'lived' that of course the tyranocrats go and prefix it with to make themselves look smart)...of in fact how a good on the face of it gentle peaceful story, some true, a bit of theatricals added in maybe..... in fact yes can nourish....and truly why subversion must never ever not be main option any university module ....
Always....
I may not quite have the elan to weave out quite the glowing lacuna in as perfect~Parfum~like  Siskind (no! evil book, there is a limit and anyway an inacuracy) ... but the first rule of an interesting life actually: make sure you have a fabulously organised archive of aids memoirs, to those legions whom must (some quite unique as in no one ever does) ......all of em...be satirised.
Which is hard because I don't really even like satire much....I am the kind of Asbergoisie (satire = I mean the likes of the violinist, thats her default attack on anyone who figured shes a bit itzy witzy about her own body and how shes not too relaxedy relaxedy about...in fact any of it.... who she can't quite control with HER melodrama....)

Who ages ago but in fact quite quite valid and the universal aim) still, never failingly, daily (now~daily) in fact, preaches the finest words of all, which were heard first time only a decade and a bitago and upon enquiry as to their origin, the discovery: the person, poor chap, who certainly did more real damage (to mask his own pain at his own sad choice) to two lives (bet others too tee hee)   than all the human rights offending teachers put together....

Now, oh yes...two career options, now there is nothing worse than being a satirist, especially just for knowing self effacing reasons of impressing London dinner party mates.... and such people anyway would be assumed not to even 'get' that to see last evening his face light up - as he spoke of 'ahh yes... The Piano..' the context being, in his chosen campsite of a country which cannot even manage to get the facts out that in fact Mayors of any  confused ideology arent needed cos there are the same amount of bedrooms per person (indeed slightly more) than there ever were.....  which proves their ideology is confused....

Anyway I know fact, and Little Englander be they an inner our outer ring cold moron, would not even know how to know that a film may be full of gorgeous humanitarian courgae and stuff like that gangsta..... or rember its name..... he, same demographic Mister Lower~average..... meant his glow...

 Where was I, yes...satire, now.... I have not for some time been able to stand any BBC especially, and us fringe loons can only get that one so.... I mean being everyone according to them is changing clothes and those not changing clothes being part of the muslim problem just by hanging out at the same cash cows as the odd nutter, and neglecting to mention, well, I think that every homeopath obsessed, Alternative this and that for loadsa money, and god help you if you ask a question, nicely 'ehh, I would love to have a bit of clear data on that claim...after all sixty quids a load of Wonga  ... ' the extremist threats (usually passively agressive contempt which if you ask me is just as damaging and abusing) and refusal to answer any call or anything even when you...oh why bother...i know what nice, and dont want to fuck you either thanks,  means.....


I know that more people than even the mad bombs into Syrian hospitals could manage, have been badly badly injured ~ some to death....by the complete inhuman stabbing contempt thrown around by the Queens of say The marches at their ex lover to get more child benefits they desperately need to pay for all their crass seventh dimension instruction manuals.... expensive of course..... indeed thats what i call dangerous extremists, killing loads of real people who dont need a swim to get here, or go and throw off their biting dog ....

But of course that doesnt make sexy, erudite and concerned sounding, programing...for journalists, far easier to be emotional vandals and ignore all that and just make clever programs about dinosaur preachers.....
without mentioning that you dont have to be brown as prerequisite, to be spreading very very dangerous 'theologies..' from the Temple of glastonbury to ....well thats the point, if Becky wasnt crowdfunding her next scheme, how to get paid to have slaves running your festival operation in EU now travel ticket prices have gone up for her customers .... but if i wasnt so sick and uninspired I would actually have added in a clever little bit about if you LOVE youth, like you PR say, well you would want to set an example and get dad to...set an example: we actually do value youth, and being the only fact we can predict is that 75%ish under 25s vote to have all the Nigels deported to trump Towers .... cancel the fucking thing.... for their sake... indeed have old person authority and tell them, thats why they like jeremy, except no one knows except me..... they WANT elder authority.. they dont want some fat Etonian spiv, they dont make good grandads.....

Tell them, for YOUR own sake, after all you are the ones who apparently want it, we are blocking you, from being here.... go there, back home.....  where you can do what YOU want...
blah blah preach preach ... but I know how real respect is spelled...I doubt any teachers any more do...why they command none. Their fuckin fault....only one person can smash the circle you are stuck inside of..... and it aint the tosser who wrote the so called self help book....

 










So, apart from the poor younger (defn:under 45, and below about 25 i think there really is never any culpability for owt) generation ..

so emotionally vandalised / so crippled by no good examples, not even their doctor able to say 'look weve known how not to be fat for decades, look ehh try gettin up in the fuckin morning even Homer knew Dawn was generally good fun, and the science says makes you less fat and less mad, and even Heathcliff's Cathy was shoved out in the nasty sunshine as last chance cure of her terminal nerves....just one of several sad trends that grown men who kick footballs around in the cold are given stage to air thie views too..... fuckin ell....
All demanding 'we must know the factsplease! ' when there could never be any..... and ten Nicholas Hassim's locked in a closed ward arguing the cause and effect of 2006 they'll have eleven diferent opinions.....
(which of course, standard psychology, is grounds for a class human rights action against the teaching profession never mind the lizards and other gravy munchers, and the alienators et All [are, nowadays, why I retired, even the Rainbow festival management team, they too....preach peace luv and understanding yet turn their kids against their ex love....] ... for so abusing them that security of a teachers hand to hold, stolen from them by American Insurance companies....and their swiveleyd loon cousins, the tyranocrats who imported it all without thinking, of how they may have the option to not.....   such that as suposed adults they must demand via 'facts' control of their hurtful environment.....when you cannot..... ever.... without staring down, Cubano a Cubano..... another person, in yer face....









Wonderful! John......!!

has ignited the ire of every little gobby cow in the land.....
None of whom of course could spell conscientious, between calling the other children in the class his 'victims'....consciencious they of course for several decades can't bge bothered to teach the children they are too neurotically fearful of, is remebering a point started and not finished for my lovely reader despite situations of extremis..... doctors, that they do not even manage to set example no matter WHAT it costs the greedy cunts, that any more than 35 hrs a week you are damaging health/ mentality/sleep patters, and in turn your kids' health mentality sleep blah di blah....  as I picket the picket ' luv, you are having the wrong stike...... nice try. keep it up, mean what you say  ehh picketing in the days of Orgreve was generally at least til the pubs opened at lunchtime rather than your half hr....... '

Anyway, hahh...... all those teachers 'how dare they...?! .......how dare Mister Clayton think he knows better that education may be blanaced and have outdoor extras....' no... it is HOW DARE THE TEACHERS every single one of them, alow a situation a sick society to develop where they are following 'rules' that they arent slowed to give a crying nipper a hug who has pissed in his pants cos he hasnt been taught to use a toilet.....
riules: its the disgusting false fraud nasty cowardly effete lazy self serving generally fat slob teachers who should be taken to human rights court for not even caring that the sick Teletubies took over and banned them from even holding hands.....and not DOing anything about such evil..... in fact technically if you are putting your kids in school, where they cant have hands held, well in fact you shoup;d be reported to Social Services for abuse and no human rights, as there can't be any adult 'humans' working in schools if they havent struck for the right just to give a hug......
fuckin gobby Septic Isle whom of course can't even spell sceptic either.....

Now, that, all, wasn't the plan, I have a good escuse ....and there were a whole sequence of sparkling sequins in sequence ready for you.... which John went and pushed his way into, doubtless as the kids are taought to push in at the queue at the one place in the world where in fact you definately should have SociaL SERVICES ACC CAP remove the kids to a place of safety..... ....




One thing is for sure.....

*


is if only she, the queen of recycling and seditious giftware knew....just how much preparation these last three years I have done, such that every smallest little  item gesture everything I own, would have shared...is soon, here, maybe one day but all the preparation now is done..... recycled in all its glory. As its a far far better thing... than even, well... they always say 'after Bleak house?' 'no...'

And hell these lefties are gonna need some help.....






* she guided me into a whole new world...... thats what I call good value for far too much money really..... or to put it another way,  the right kind of love..luv.

Hahh at last, the real answer......

(now, only male Judases know this, that loyalty isnt optional, and if you ignore it sooner or later it'll come and chop off your weaner at least never mind bite you in the bum..... I am loyal to my reader such that for four months at least this little item, well quite big actually, has been placed here, ready for the day I feel like bringing it here...for you...cos that's the Answer and always will be.... sort of.... 



So, the temporary solution, make it very short as his PRs have clearly told him for Gods sake Don dont actually say anything longer than 45 seconds in your daily little Facebook tweet which is the nadir of 'social media' i call cartoons but then I am sure the BS'ers count even spell that long word.....

Now Borsi will forget to mention, out means try and get into his bed ....


oh yes I forgot my whole fing point...at last .... the fin end over and out as in.... I have it. My own copy. For 50p....


But I am not sure any younger person could even get the point.....

Meanwhile back to Don, now if it were made clear that the cost of hiring so many extra immigration officials to debate if the gender bit of the passport is a fake or not, well, I think he has the wrong peeps in his sights...  but of course thats being nasty to victims of gender bullying or whatever so we better not mention that one, no....
Oh yes, real people, simple stories, real stuff, sad stuff..... how I 'earned' the above..... very very well earned, putting up with the boy, who was not even told of his father's death several weeks a priori, picking up with my own fingers [real men dont need gloves] the heroine needles yes even here they wont tell you in fuckin |Woodstock of the Mind How the Light Gets in [i bet he's nicked that phrase too] brochures for five grand yirts..... and a muddy field....

yes just ten miles up the road in the lovely lanes of perfect little escape London England keep it simple for Don..... thieving a young mans father's death from him.... (for cash and self regard - and then getting the benefit money of course from the poor little fellas nervous breakdown )....and Britain's 6th most desirable village according to the Torygraph ... the gardens littered with junky paraphenalia....and probably the Poles too proud to pick them up even for minimum wage.....

Now, if Don knew these things, maybe he may have second thoughts about who else he may let in, or block....and then where the fuck would Nigex2 find a harbour


But.... the problem with fat and getting fatter

fat old Etonians that still fancy themselves as young enough to enjoy the fruits of mammon even if [and hell I gave them so many chances, all four of them and all four smart screens and ties and expensive American propaganda machines in the American, oops Bottom shelf forever poor cousins with never enough esteem why they have to go and be Prtett's 'bullies' ...   who don't know what mammon is despite preaching the fuckin bible where it was American~oops fuckin  nuveau~parasitised upon all of us for cash..... ] yes indeed fat Tories and most of Labour too though if you believe Brenda's emails its every other day they are baddies espesh Jezza and thats not what I call....fair.....
oops no capital, M.....
ammon....

By the time the wrongly priogrammed software has given him a statin heart attack on the way to go cash in his bearer bonds, in someone elses name..... via an offshore Isle of Panama.... i.e. a pathetic little rock floating off the beach.....
of enough suns to make up at least half the known universe...if they were grains transposed into suns
blah di...
(must remember to at least look as if 'ts a poetry like a bit Byronic and since I have had more girlfriendsw than he ever dreamed of in his pathetic miserable life...well..... I have a right to smirk when i descend into the basement where he took some of em for a grope....many a day..... )

Indeed, al I know...... no one in Bottom~shelf land....would ever advertise themseleves indeed I AM QUITE SURE THEY WOULD BE BANNED AS IF wONGA FROM oGGLE ACC CAP....

as 'seditious knitwear inc.....' or at least, in this...context....

If i had the guts I would yell her, how truly life~changing magnificent.....  maybe i will, I should.....


meanwhile back in the land of the fat, rather than the Tango~athletess....   oh yes fatties and off to fatland..... thing is, now... they all think [well they know actually as theyve been Bobbing back and forth for years planning holiday retreats, on, well planned lobbying deals that mature many a decade hence and of course dot dot..... but, i spied something, truly...remarkable, i mean.....
again, impossible....

Indeed many a time 'no, this is too much, its just way over the line....[oh yes if I die tonight, I mean,, a radio program endlessly harking on about the fine erudite wise philosopher Stephen king.... only fuckin weird nasty freaks watched or read that crap when i was a kid....and it seems like en masse they all got jobs producing radio 4 programs just last week co hosting American bottom shelf presenters going on about said king as if he had some ultimate All Seeing
Warehouse eye... [c fuckin Bob, and..mee...and that was never the plan] ...... funny I thought we hadn't quite marriued Boris to Don ..yet.....




cos context is...all ...even Dominic eventually had to admit

Now, a couple of weeks ago.....

In that place where over thirty according to her.....



you are only there by dint of being scum..... how wrong she was, as proof will tell....


and all I know, is that I've only ever seen one thing on yer spied upon and utterly rubbish internet thats ever made me smile, and mean it.....



but 'twas not the interweb that wove the connection of..... real admiration of the pure courage and just being real, and different, and maybe...just knowing how true to my words of admiration and love...it was

seeing something with my own eyes...... that simply cannot exist.










'schitzophrenia is just....

la Pute Magnifique... I mean had she said, in that Gallick garlic smelling way, 'well.. we used to call you all homos....but in fact we dont want your newfound lost little lamb habits spreading over seas so allez vous and dont even think about a a fuckin recount ..en.... indeed indeed fuck off and float over to Newfoundland Im sure they are too fat and lazy and drug addled and prescription drug and Trump addicted to bother filing in what gender it is on the birth certificate any more so Nigel's [bothofem] l;ike attracts likes so go like Trump indeed cos thats what they want you to want, there are only two sides to the fence, full stop..... '
'or had she told the truth..... [hah thats me playing with the quotes not very funny or in fact totally trite like all cliches, like mere 'sexuality' or 'gender' if you listen to BBC anything these days.....

La pute.......

' some things you know, that its anti~semite to say..... that she....did it better and I never even knew til fuckin stumbled upon randomly a few weeks ago....[but there is a far better intro~post..... indeaft]


And that if you read.... Amos' Fima...well. its as if it is today....with all those nasty violent lost little boys and their weapons of hate....just self hate hate.....



but....far far more important..... farso....

Now what the fabulous Pute shuldv said is......

Human Rights, apart from having an article eight picture...... are, necessary peut etre.....cos its very very very maybe what fuckin gender even these days that ....
Will be foist upon thou as if Romeo never had Jules for tea and Srenade .....

wow...... thats what real man music is.....
as stated to the old woman mate~o't'Spike ... ' thing is. every one even The Father....well when I heard him for real, and shed a tear..... true manly artists .... well they have an excuse i supose for not following....the rule

Which is that Dave is learning..... never mind the Oddessyans with their updates maybe ...' Grief for the missing is worse than for those murdered by Murdoch and the coppers....no traveller..... dot dot...you truns are far more nobloe, such as the man, who knows that there is no woman who can pull the pipe or even a Polish p;lumber who can be bothered to solder the joints propper such as the toke is as fine as the merchants of the haggle market of Fez or maybe Mumbai but I dont actually believe his words...so be it....but a real man, knows.... that you cannot beat being above the clouds with certain loud music on the underside of the roll......


...but, a you turn and giving up what was ungiveupable, such that you dance with the Nigger Swan all the way ...til, she tickles you into laughter knowing all along that you would like the Uturned you better...sooner or later.....
'

cos its all easy really, just listening to some sense.....


hahh forgot me point, summat like......

Friday, 13 May 2016

But all along....silly me, now I had The Answer,,,indeed laying my hand on the old crone;s shoulder in the ethical supermarket: ' but the answer luv, is in her....your own daughter......we all know in this hamlet of the true scum.... the turbo~pleb..... the angry little road ragers and lost boys to the social worker..ess and her fifty thousand quids worth of vintage German auto.....she, as we all know....shines..... is fearless..... couldnt care less who Oggles her whole......and certainly doesnt need it mined for the PR opportunities so imense of linking to the Facebook tineline the appearance on yet another moan~fest ...[rember too the woman who gave me...no demanded... les festivals....spectacle!!!!! luhhh!!!! for scumm.....Thomas.....]'
' no you will never hear her demanding some un knowable gender just to keep up with the rest of the lost lambs.....
' she shines and we need no ....debate
'she..... apart from "fuckin bring on the big bangs.... lowers the cost of my next holiday to 'Essouria....alone...with just me and my daught....
'It's the very fact that she goes there in the first place....
'despite being born a pleb......
'and scum....


But that was yesterweek.... this is this eve....


All along, I should have asked:

' so... tell me, five reasons...[blank]...

' But what about, say...Roman's Piano.... now the English would love to make money from his little one but.....

It is the very fact of the lit up face, in the place, where his owners, can only talk football odds and certainly wouldnt know the difference between a piano and synthetic version..... you do not need any words... just the simple fact, that ...he knew...... what the fuck i was even talking about......

With little so called education, and certainly no 'middle class' as as Leona told me 19 years ago..... ' we would have shot them all if we could afford the bullets, so just left...and never actually went back...'

regardless, of her...... it isnt we who need them to need us to have them slave for us in our atomised old rotting age, in fact it is us who need them ... to at least know of one film that isnt Rambo and may just be the small key to humanity's rusty lock.... and doesn't need any loud noises or sound effects or any other effects...because there is only ever one civilising effect ....
And that is....why. And i never really knew til tonightereve ....


So.....