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Wednesday, 27 May 2015

so, pull up the Micawber thing...next..... and then hahhh hahhh ... timing..... a few months ago the new hobby ~ err..... mine, only, fixing stuff....... a whole new shed of fixables.....left to rot "so, [to the posh lady with the usual inheritance~ funny that its always the wimmin] ..."each of these [expensive sets of tools, rotting] there is a whole story behind, a life...... a load of Copperfield bottom real life....and then vanity"

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

(for the unwashed, great...i.e. you)

who may for example be sat in some silly townie town of tents...all town comfortsd..blah blah.... so fuckin dumbed down and obtuse you'll listen to a Forstrupp but not be human and read a bit of biology,. all too fuckin real for you and its so bimbo~trendy to be a bimbo....

marker. Not cause and effect even, just a marker..... sugar merely the marker..( sure theres a fancy word i am too lazy too lookup, marker, signifier, bit more of this in diet=natural ;logic has figured, likely not so much rambling on, good time to fight over babes and blokes and wigwams, or the modern most fuckin expensive version, the teepee and how you have to lie and scheme to be able to afford the two and a half grand they start to advertise even a smelly old one for this time of year to silly tourists with loadsa cash...you have to lie and steal to get your mits on Full Circle....  ....) ...  marks: we are settled for a bit so now exhibit generally uncool behaviour for express purposes of mating and getting a better tent, the rest of the time, and certainly if you have no plans breeding! .... keep off it, just makes you a twat.
" wander around a bit of a hobo, backpack..... did lots of that though never to extreme~sports kinda places.... beat your way off that path and always avoid the cool walks...
" as discovered even early twenties, and you don't have to go roughing it...... just say a youth hostel in backwater Australia...
"You [then] generally met people who tried to eat lentils and a bit less of the nasties everyone knew about even then.... ehh... many knew about, unlike now....
"so you end up taking in a little of it and regulating..... and anyway not much availability of biccies and crap then so you generally did have to resort to bread crackers and fruit....
"so there you are wandering....and you discover that those wanders across towns and cities to busstops then a bit of even gentle hiking around or long wanders to better hitches....
"your head sort of distances itself..... from the melodrama; you kinda end up floating a little aside the game, the palaver, the dance to the weird tune of people addicted to the battle with each other.... and wank less into the bargain.... and in fact dont chase that much skirt....

"now, take your mind back a few thousand years..... the native nigger, wandering a little between fiushing grounds... some places have better levels of carrion lying around, perhaps a new virus has wiped out all the red otters and they are nice barbequed and so easy to pick up off the ground [ 'those dreadful mad journalists artists at their usual tricks and bigging up their exploits, sexing it all up, pretending that one occasional ritual warpaint and mammoth hunting session ten thousand years ago was daily reality and  daily news...still... when we all know that 99% of calories we have ever eaten have been scavenged jelly fish stew flavoured with cockles and muscles and the odd funny root and prune cointreau...' with their bleedin cave painting lies damn lies and spin.....]....

"gatherer~pretendhunter tribe wanders between short~stay carparks ....[ what a paradox, business wants No YUxit, yet commie practises surely threaten their bottom line far more than being YANKYlands Amazon whorehouse ....?!? maybe they should know the truth..... especially that especially mediterraneans live longer....tsacalled stress and mindest but there we go words even the plebs can be persuaded to use to skive off work but no dots conectable]

"the wanderers, scavengers....wandering between their various riverbanks and hillsides where ....blah blah....wandering, that mindset where you not because of the wandering you just disconnect a bit...
"and then you wander upon paradise..... all the lotuses are ripe and unlike round dumps like is there isnt some townie incomer trying to sell it to you at far more than the prices are elsewhere.....
"so there you are, a bit whiffy from all that garlic sweat that you get used to enjoying if you wander amongst the Chapms Elysee rather than Elysian fields....when truth is paradise is learning to enjoy just as much those smelly unwashed armpits.....


"there you are.... you are wandering and come across some place where there is perhaps a little more fair game .. the bunnies are less well evolutionarily advanced such as theyve met humans before so their young come hopping up to you quite unawares....
"you and the tribe of assylum seekers decide to pitch camp in a place like where mine is.... so little noise, no soldiers around...abundances of bluebells and lovely reservoirs.... full of fish.... no nasty tourusts for miles....
"so, as is the way of things, you settle a little... uprgrade the castle into something a bit confier...blah blah...
"and as you go about your biz you have the time [that you did not, before..on the road..] to as you go about your biz, notice a bit about the buzzing...
"where, they head to/from..... and having stalked their den...how one may approach without being attacked and hurt....
"in short by settling in a spot when largely one is a wanderer by dint of necessity.... you, as a tribe, gather rather more of the natural sweet stuff than as is normal when on the road.....
"you get to scout the ten or twenty nests within easy wander and maybe even the fifty or more just a slightly longer safe wander as you spread out around new basecamp....
" ... now, the next bit, they will not accept even if I have a stolen copy from indeed the BBC library in there 30 odd years of how concentrated sugars do change the internals....
"but i think it changes the way your mind works too...... on that wandering road as backpacker i knew one was more detached...cared less even if the most beautiful woman in the world unfacebooked you....you just didnt get emotional... and to repeat the hiking wanderer well when there was balance and sanity almost always did naturally back off sugery stuff and that savoury packet rice staple was heaven.... i remember going weeks months with not one single gram of the stuff....
" by dint of settling, you have more access [as caveman] to the sweeties....
"now, wouldnt it make sense...... that as in the "rest" [ehh tautological neononsense] ... nature.... there are many utterly gorgeous ways that the environment controls or triggers the phenotype into action...ie.e. x causes behaviour y .... trigger they call em...
" that sugar..... honey.... well wouldnt it make sense, be logical...... THE perhaps simplest way "nature" can tell that Homo not very horny is se ttling in an area for maybe even that long few years takes to grow one of the horrid things......
"is that by dint of the settling in the settlement... they WILL just by the great zen issiness of it all...... be having more sweeties in the form of honey....
"so wouldnt it make sense that something....ehh join the dots.... does indeed CHANGE their behaviour...... without their arogant narcissistic little minds pretending its anything to do with them....
"would it not be logical that this "trigger" ... would "make" them... more like Eastenders types... bolshy, melodramatic,battling... fighty...snarly...competitive for ugly tarts who on the road you would just laugh off..... fighting with others over football or other silly things.....
"could it not be theorised that almost all this behaviour is deep down connected with shagging and acquiring a nice glamping spot ...fair enough....  when as the wanderer well away from convenience foodstores or just eating healthy snacks and wandering knows that all that stuff dissolves away into a wry smile of whats all that about....

that sugar is simply used by the human biome as a sign, "oi mate, we are settled in an area and have a nice campsite setup as we are like that [ one can assume withs ome occasional truth, nature's about big numbers..] ... "
"oi... settled now such that you could reasonably easily raise a few nippers without having to cart them around....
"so start to behave like a bolshy arsey bully/nutter/lovelorn/whatever...... because sugar is how the body knows its time to fight and joust ....unthinkingly.....


And it takes a thinker....to indeed figure the far tougher road into the hills into unknown dangers and to figure who's hand it's safe to hold crossing perraps highland bridges  in tandem.....


And that is mine, one of many original thoughts.....(only "inspired as Hemmingway knew, by the freedom of death, in several respects, some several years)..... it would be rather hedgehoggy to say I know it is "true"....  but i would bet my life on it




Nor would you hear on that awful BBC,,,, from our own correspondent (able to ascertain just a tad of reality without all that expensive private education 7% manage to get 99% of the jobs commentating on themselves...failing to commentate as the pleb~reporter of some continental station may...) ... wandering around Europe...off the beaten tracks.... in other words most of it....
thirty, twenty years ago.....
"funny thing you notice about crossing La Manche.... in our countries, not only are they so expensive that only a silly Aunt Dilly few may resort to them..... indeed maybe there is sanity in just this, not only cannot the common teenager afford them, hardly seen.... but no self~respecting even teenager would be seen dead....  eating
sweeties.....
yet, over there...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
[just one excerpt from the last three years continual oral diatribe, every other word..... the real memoirs contain endless intelligent essays on .... and half conversation the last year ditto...even discussed with anthropologist on a mission investigating who we became..... "i have this theory... sugar.... it changes the way we are in our head...
it is better in my dictaphone but:
(and it, is worse..... the last six, say, months...... truly extraordinary....the amount of times I wander back in to the hobbit hole after a wander of the hills and say to self..... turning on the one analogue button, "hmmm... may as well be in America the way they colonised....." must be consistently 1/3 of non~specific political... anything on psych/economics/justice/now even future of books/thought...... whats right and wrong.... half the opinion so called is those who come from the land where eight times more are gaoled, drugged killed.... no society left...and they are all just so thick.... cept Angela)

Yes, eureka (one of many most of which I am too atomised to bother sharing.... )...
As usual, when back to the routine..... jot a bit, never even get 1% of the flow down here.... go off for potter around my many small things ongoing.... maybe fix the only purchase Ive made for many years, just for the lesson, "this is what they used to be made like, 40 years ago....funny thing is it still works...unlike these flimsy things that last two pumps....[how wrong......fuckin Birmingham....and I thought, him.....i could trust....even better a lesson!]....
jotabit, then break off to potter around the patch of earth, mine..... 'hahh, that's Britain, there....... communication about stuff, remembering what said about the stuff!...... promised....but not even a word about the money that can't be paid, owed....as all of it spent on all that expensive stuff.....that is nasty~reality...but I am better than ever again minding..."

paradox: zut alors!
Any, uneducated pleb like me 27 years ago as long as they had a BIT of their own mind......could get on pleb~o~lines which at least back then were honest no frills without games to up~frill you....just to take a change of clothing onboard...
Anyone could go to lieberalised America and figure very quickly that all this ATNT this bucket shop or that.... sure didnt equal an easier life, all that time on Ma bell ploughing through the plethora of really rather complicated loss leader deals which you arent eligible for when you look at the small print which says it wa sjust that plane last week, this week its three times as much .... paid for by the one moron too busy to check the rival that day....

FF 27 years and we have the rather cute ("1/3 is patently wrong and very bad nacistic~journalism but at least he lets her speak almost as an equal and she is fab and tries to stick more to facts.") Mr Max Kaiser....in an "accessible" way which is moronspeak for we are prejudiced against the younger generation and lower classes assuming they only respond to whizz bang.... that for sure, just take banking... there are no markets; the markets are perverted by political small p processes of chrony this or that as lewontin so beautifully described 30 ago.....

the paradox..... there are no fair and pure capitalist style "free markets" - it almost doesnt exist.... Sony still are top of the Walkman charts 40 years on.... Philips reasonable quality underclass screens....  Currys are cheaper than even the second hand auctioned Canon budget cameras on ebay - vodaphone the only ones who can aford even vaguely adequate arials..... so says BT who own EE (true, taped, from the workers mouth).... and EE sell your data on to the harassers far far more than even BT ever did....
blah blah...


paradox: markets cannot be free/pure.... but the only way that we (masses, as just discovered, sadly, sort of matters what the lying masses, or 2 or 3% of them at any rate... "think") can be informed that all markets are perverted and that in fact there is more state control of business than even in commie France over here ... is by a free market, choice...market~driven fuckin BBC are so fascisto~fraud~personality disordered believing their own propaganda they arent to~the~right~of~Benito.....
Only by free markets in commentary can one explore the fact there are so few free markets....
And as we have (ehh...you, me, never trusted the cunts) ...."discovered"..... the tarts won, because they cant stop it with their self reverential selie sticks of raw carrot up the bum, dressed up as the new wonder food fad and income stream preaching .....  never mind all the rest of the tarts selling other less healthy notions and potions...
Facebook, soon to be the all~encompassing news portal..... free from that pesky opener web....requires payment...for news ....
And its one thing for sure... the left, will be... quiet.
And the rest of the web is too complicated for all those busy consumers....... just what they wanted.












spasto~fascism.....
retardo~fascistos....?
hmmm.....

of course, the other book....... there has never been a more timely time....we shall come to her later.

"One day you will have to do a Thomas B......

"and the only Thomas B that hurts is when you have indeed expanded your mind, despite the class requirement to deride all such attempts...[NO, dont ever fuckin Little Miss Quote me, i did not say that the grockles at the bottom are thick, that guy you heard yesterday speaking of how he uses his head problems to steal a living off the rest, and is up at dawn studying the form.... to spend his daily tenner of taxpayer dosh ....he may be stupid, but he is dumb enough to think he will win the system, in a cler and careful way....using his mind, thy are hateful of certain kinds of knowledge, in a way that you will never hear if you were sat in the corner of a workers cafe in Tunisia or France..... but they are not thick....it's just good old British fasco~classicism..... ]
"Thom.... is just what you, like so many in this fascist~passive state have to deal with...inside..... that the sprog of the dumbed down, and hateful underclass who are intelligent enough to know how much the overclass particularly hate them.... dumb you down, so that when you are a real adult, which doesnt come for decades of adulthood..... you will not sit there at their diabetic hospital bed or the like and say the likes of.... ehh you lived like a troll, a prol a moron and could have used your head..... but didnt.... and thus.....I am not you, and in fact don't even have any common language...... mum
"you wanted me to stay in the council houses down by the docks.....
"you hate me for coming out of your class..... by dint of the battle to not be beaten up for sitting in the corner of a cafe with a book.... "

which isn't my problem, but is Britain far more than so many other lands....
 But clever old Rupert of course did the whole job so well.... because if you're all on less secure less paid hol, more CONFUSING pension battles....
Than half the rest of the developed world.... you would have the time to think of why not:
"you want to know why i havent meandered over there.....it is because the whole fuckin slimey river valley [officially YUK last week declared the worst territory in Europe viz keeping it's wildlife, alive..... ehh just up the road there's the cause, he should be sued for that fuckin nasty pretencion... many millions taken in eco~ticket prices...... without ever managing to smash through the root of it all that class barrier that is more cause than anything in the inability of the grocks to care......about anything.... 'cept how to fuck anyone over possible to get that big house...
"THE reason.... you have just heard....
(go backabit, if you want to sum up the genius of the rightwing fascists who are even pleading "poor us bullied by the SNP just cos our one last Tory mis...mis~something or other another new word....i forget....so many superb masterclasses happen when I am in the mood and of late the energy is rocket thrusted..... the lovely sideffect of that draw, the 10% that is "me" me and the bug family..... blah blah..... all in Britain is simple, left and right...... right wingers unfortunately, or is it fortunate... have piggybacked the victim wording because they make cash from the gaol system never mind all those court buildings ...
it was only ever left and right despite the dreadful Oxford cambridge nonsense of trying to dumb down the user of such simple terms....go back to an earlier essay....ok ten years ago say yes we would deride the Frogs:... fuckin lazy bastards...all their long lunches and a shag and snooze then maybe 3 hrs gossip later on at the office before doing nothing, well......
then... they brought in law, left wing law, that germany excells in as well as being powerhouse and making things.....
"i mean just yesterday: FUCKING BIRMINGHAM....even him, i thought his products could be trusted how ultimately wrong i am/was...... but it's a great lesson ......"
"We derided...their leftist [actual real ones] policies..... which gave them a legal cap on overwork and average i believe around 35 hrs a week..... six weeks paid hol...paid unlike whats become nearer the norm here either unpaid as you are fraudulently employed as a self employed person...or too terrified for your job you dont take much..... cos its so easy to sack you
"we derided their social contracts..... just another example of the lazy fuckin frog~munchers.....
"we derided it all....)

oops getting wonkys as always just for fun on quotes and brackets when this one is all you need to know, ever...and i can confirm even Guido or the rest of the so called commentariat can never manage instant response such as this.....
FF
"what you did not hear...... !!:::::::... i would never again even go there..... because what you will never hear is, 'fuckin BBC, the real evil amputated limb which suffers ghostly echoes of what used to be there....... they even do programs calling themselves leftist!..... proving it....!! beyond all doubt....'!!
" you will never, there, hear: ' take the bit on France 26 may 8ish.... some Camilla~type tart gets a free holiday....
'on your tax
'but its what she did NOT say......
' ok Mrs or Mr Frenchie, you may have a few more percent...just a few...mor eon the dole, yet how interesting that you say there is not a problemn being unemployed [Mr Marx and Engels messrs,  so wonderfully put it one way just a necessary byproduct of the effluent] ...cos the dole rate is jolly good and humane...[that i do not condone but maybe i am wrong]...
' you will NEVER hear [it is called EDITING: ehhh... ... these Frenchies, may well have a few percent more [i dont believe the figures anyway, i help the disadvantaged and EVERYONE is in limbo with a year to get disability assessment etc..... ]
' you will never hear TWO things...., what are they?'
[silence due the stupid political student despite fab grades too class~repressed to be brave enough to think...]
' you will never hear, you did NOT hear.....
'1 Europe, to a larger extent France and a few other countries catching up.....even those lazy fuckin Spaniards now.... have LEFT WING policies..... they tax a little more, they guarantee long holidays.... they guarantee long jobs..... they do not prejudice and use as whipping boy those on the few more percent are unemployed.... whilst Rupert ensured yes we deride all but rightist policies....
'2.... you were made to sit through almost every preelection speech and daddy~Dimbleby x 2.... who tries but despite his expensive education x 2 even he could not .....pick a hole in, the fact that not ONE ever mentioned...... because they cannot argue, its fact...its kinda accepted everywhere..... they, those evil commie policies..... designed to make sure maybe you get a bit more kip, are a bit less stressed by dint of security~ even the German council cleaner is still on a lifetime contract and so is the German parcel delivery boy, when all ours are required to pay for painting their own vans in TNT colours...
' ..... you will never hear, 2, ehh...maybe some of that stuff....worked.... cos we have to accept that as well as the nasty red tape and commie practces the editor left in......  if someone did say..... ehh..... our productivity is better than yours tho! as is our thief~rate..... drug rate.....etc etc.....
'but keeping it p.... you will never hear, point 2..... yes maybe espesh as they work so much more carefully and efficiently when on the paid job and not enjoying those lovely restful holidays away....
' in the grand beaty of the bigger picture...... they just may be a bit...happier'  ...."
"and there is not even passive, latent.....but real, fascism..... and if you will not hear these opinions at any so called Woodstock of the mind, just fawning over the club of poor dumbed down camillas and her ilk.....
"...hmm....




"so, did you hear that?"

"what....did they not say, remember the clues to the fascism is in what....not?"

ff or is it back?

(look this is just the there isn't all the time in the world version, in a better version it's far better)

(the mental version also has the ' ... remember that ranting young woman, QT...few weeks back with her "Murdoch spazed you ALL out especially your grockles and scum with lardy bums.." ..and the poor thing was heckled'... )

"there. you heard it....now ... the truly hard thing, and I've known a few especially the last few..... class, then prejudice......
"what you are doing, why are you in pain? because one day, and there was only ever one choice....... one day[ss,double], you.....

Monday, 25 May 2015

Now, one hears so much in hoity~toity circles of late about somehow new "art" forms with the digital..... how one day someone will harness newer tech from more worthy expression....
been there done that....
as thats all this and tother one ever were.....served no other purpose...
 and know that for example the never~opened facebook that people, once sane one supposes, enquire of one via to be inteligently told, no never use it...... but you can call or even email.....
they then of course facebook their response....
Is indeed part of it.....is just art...
But how, really, to show it all..........hmmmmm..... I do not do the trite.
Maybe there is the answer.....


hahhh what you want, need, angrily shout about needing.....




that which so much angst gone into musthaving

subtitle, Tunisia and the one lesson you would wish some help with.


So, yesterday feeling ill. Not any bug~ill but what do you say about people who have died. Very little.  SO go and have a thoroughly enjoyed mid afternoon kip on their grave. All quite simple, how to live, well, it's best done by dint of at least six, ideally seven hours, and a top up after lunch if you are together enough to get it together to prepare in advance the sort of snacks they could manage even in the days of "vit'ls" ....

Now, this is just the first draft of what is maybe unsayable. Remember (me) yet yet yet again proof.....  the unrepresentative gathered representatives of them that gotta go and be spoken about, even if the only place in the world you can find nothing to say is where they go supposedly for the word.... 
Yet again some homo, or was that the other quarter, going on about finding yourself, narrative, story, identity.....
And then you can be you......
And civilisation is only because of this.....
oh no it aint.....
I am quite quite sure that there were plenty of Greek philosophers who had princess~complex, needy, greedy, hoarders and bored to death of themselves so must hoard even more of them onto the page or wherever else.....
But then.
Take a year of my own life, one which started with "bastard, Strawman, hoodwinking, and that very very very stupid Camilla emails she doesn't even get what the problem is...". good job her boss was persuaded how awful her underling was and took the reins...after a bit of fun encouragement from moi.... 
Anyway that's irrelevant, all thats relevant is any big weird people thing that you do feel slightly obliged 28thDec 2008 to say to yourself "it'll bust me, i can't aford to lose work that i will if i do.... but sometimes you just gotta do..."
And there we are a few months later ~ maybe 9, in fact almost exactly nine.... the last year the motor has usually only had a cupful of juice in it due fiscal austerity of a real variety, as in diverted time to something more important than hedging for the neighbours or the like.....
One particular week must have half a dozen times wished for the invention of free money, even if planning skills honed to the very last mile one can squeeze out of the empty section of the fuel meter..... never mind the hungry beast to feed up as usual every other week and every last calorie advance planned so that there are just enough to switch over time then diet for a week....
And you stop for your every day 3 litres at Glasbury garage back off the school run....
And hey presto, your prayers you were to worried even to remember to bother with most of the time, answered.... out of a tenner you end up with sixteen whole quids change! 
Bin bloody go!
Golly gosh how nice it is not to have to fight the ferrets over the last fishfinger...
But then you gradually know something, that unlike the commentariat who are almost to a woman unable to relate anything to the future of humanity in respect of the only future there is.... one's children's future life (rather than default to guilt) .... 
Simply, that tenner may be the reason that person i couldn't give a damn about, one of the wave of townies or suburbanites who come here to further ruin everyone's lives by breeding.... may be the reason she gets in trouble come the reckoning hour...at the end of the day, tills~up tarts....
And if it were my own child one day, i would not wish for the woman who may just (so small of course but yer never know the chance) lose her job over fingers innit....
maybe she'll be on the receiving end of some 20 year olds spare tenner one day and the one who loses her job is one of my child's mates or indeed even in person...
No, civilisation is quite simply only to protect your children, and always worth striving for because only of that reason..... 
But of course you never hear that from the weirdos who pretend they are the wise ones underneath their solo white flower....
especially on the wireless.....

Now, the above images, even if I never knew the ambition is to prove my father wrong! That's my intellectual dad~the worlds greatest ranter.....  but love him still. Which is actually what love is of course...
In more ways than one.

he missed out of course just makes everyone lazy!
Or maybe I am wrong, in that.... could words do justice or even begin to pain the levels and layers and reasons and ....
Anyway the eye deceives or at least one could say that the real story can never be ascertained, well in this case without rather a lot of pop~up hover yer mouse things and even then....

Yes,  (photos now), even if wasn't planned....what supposedly so needed is hidden ...plenty of it...
But what really needed I am not sure that there is anyone left who would even get it...

(hmm story above, course i gave back the tenner.... two days later.....would not have in an earlier manifestation and knew there was no way of linking me to that underregister business.... but for the spirit of the child you would wish to be proud of you if she had ever known even if too young to have such feelings..... there is no choice. Anyway it's civilisation, other people's stuff must not just be protected for them to have the problem with keeping it and keeping it shipshape..... but also if you can help them fix their stuff..... even if unasked ~ which is actually one of the fabulous keys in the box)

But all that is piety..... there is in fact only one cause ever of real satisfaction....and i love cleaning other people's stuff, and sheds.... been a hobby of mine for over 20 years occasionally....
Better to fix their stuff.... ideally never for any exchange of anything just because I can and mainly they wont....
And there is very very little that I wish to own or have or in any way have to cart around..... ideally it would be all in just one toolbox and a spare hanky.....
just in case your chisel slices the top of your finger ....

There is fabulous "satisfaction" in those tough jobs which at outset fill you with dread of the undoable job.....until you can....
But the only truest satisfaction which is wrapped up like a bacon sandwich with garlic flavoured  morality sauce..... is that one can instruct.
pass on....
bring to life.....
What to almost everyone else in their fearful cocoons is just cliche.....

I mean take just yesterday..... resentfully and no idea why even if for just 10 mins...."fair, fete...... fuckin fat underclass and of course now their innit together middle too..... shopping..... even if all second hand and there are a hell of a lot of used bolt~cutters even around here..... festival of fat n fieves..... recycled via the boot of the motor....
never mind the inner, there is absolutely nothing whatsoever i need, want, wish, am short of....nothing, whatsoever at all ever.....
"ok there is just one totemic symbolic little symbol of ones life work can never be complete....
being (and this is all one can say indeed about life) there we were 5 years ago and a man who on the face of it was the life and soul when in fact deep down it was all just sugar..... and cider ....
for the so many words on how to live just a few months later did put the rope around his own neck
Anyway like all the thieves of that valley for some weird reason, first there was out of the blue a free car offered...which never actually transpired especially as he owed more on the garage bills for the various free cars he offered to other mates than value of half his ten stolen cars.....
but one thing was dumped.....
left at my basecamp almost like a jibe ....
here have this like new very useful [would have been] electric chordless drill....

Now, I have spent some of the last several years awaiting my revenge, in my case not a real word, rather, in my case, revenge is firstly never doing self in and secondly even if the false giftbearer too fuzzy with his own sad traumas, i am not and will one day find a charger that fits the battery so that it will not be wasted...... 
all gods little atoms and electrons have a reason, and use and it's nasty to waste them....never mind the ONLY cure for fucking the planet by wasting everything which is all just a case of vanity....being too vain to keep your shit together (applies to everyone Ive known for years so no one in particular) ....but not me.

Now, it is all very well, almost a matter of boring predictability, that the last place i want to be at (and am made ill just by dint of there) ... of course, "how much mate.....don't be silly your mother mated with a camel!"

But that is too predictable that having spent a certain amount of time on the dreaded interweb not finding any clue, cos theres no fuckin part # thats Sainsbury's for you... thought there were RULES! ....
and the fitting weird...... 
in the last place you want to be there it is and after lots of camel stuff, and "in Morocco a man never takes the game of trade seriously like you ! .... for him it is only about respect for the self...and allaying the tedium of the siren call etc...."

No, that's not it.... now the very very few things that in fact i don't need are reunited.... so I not only outlived the poor man, but i made good five years on his no~excuse mess....
(well, not quite, cos the unused battery will only hold a 2 second charge, oh well a fairly good same~battery, same~charger.... new cordless may come in handy one day if it aint stuck together with chewing gum to make it look like its worth the tenner its worth.....

But, as the fantasists of Start the Week could never get.....of course money is an illusion and story...... but the silly British are so confused about the journey.....
And ...well long story but say you have your average ~utterly.... student who for all the good education you dont get dont get it and certainly can't haggle.....
And you cannot get through that its a game.....
You could not have a better lesson than "ehh no way, go give the camel a blowjob and I'll pay a tenner to watch, including free worthless cheap model drill, its only for my readers anyway..... run!!"
And an hour later (what a pure master of the art...)
"Tunisia....let me tell you about when i went there with my two year old, just me cheap fold~as~a~brolley pushchair unlike the silly 500 quid tanks this silly generation knows they must have.....  i was wondering, just out of the corner of my mind's eye..... a Moroccan would have left it TWO hours before groveling over here the other side of the pitch,stalking me...i could call the coppers know everyone else does in this land.....
"Mister...my life is now complete...... my traineee here now gets it at last...... and because of that no i will not give you your tenner you beg for petrol to get home, i will make it eleven..... a pound for the best lesson you could ever give anyone......
never ever take it....serious....
spesh...cash.....
[truebit] because our meeting of minds about your revolution and how awful the capricious stuff obsessed West and now Easterners too..... has been worth nore than even the 15 your stolen goods will ever be,.
and not to me...
even if i was in incredibly bad mood..... and now due that which was impossible, i am not.....



But (sweets are only ever for using old tins for more healthy purposes.... so interesting ~ many times the last 2 or 3 years ive eulogised on how 30 years ago no one would ever call themselves a man or even ... well lets put it this way ALL the earth mothers i knew were so above anything saccharine..... they had grown out of it about 11....with good parenting and a sane society... the tins are great though)
'ts the other pic that really has so much of life death vanity and waste and not letting the buggers grind or get to you and using their frailty or at least one smallest advance intertwined not very robustly in what sums it all up..... weakness....
that i could make a whole book of...and still need number 2....

what is above, below.....why...... and how I shall use what works and not even discard what doesn't...that would be fascist...and even if every day we must all fight the tendencies..... I'm lucky enough to know what is.....
And there's me. smug fucker..... sat here nothing else to say or think of..... 
As there is no one who is my equal and no one to know that they can be depended upon, as strong and just eventually settles down and sort of bothers to fix other peoples stuff that needs fixing..... for myself even if i need none of it and never will....
damn!
had given up as impossible the one fixing that really does need doing but is so likely to backfire or just be a baptism of....
Anyway he don't want it......
Then i know....... he does.

But are they all "liars" - seems to me a hell of a lot of people these days don't even know what theyre up to~ their narrative just a game to fit what they can take from others they think they need..... 
when all they ever needed is exactly whats above here...... in pix.... 
just to live on, despite.....
All else is of course entitlement and none of us r that .... 



And then there is something else in one of those pictures.... that it is too late for....  this week the only living link to my past, mine...ok of course two sharing but still... i have no right to imagine another's mind...mine....
dead.
extinct.
Gone.
lost.
No more
The end.

Of course i have a right to curl up on the grave...... 









As good old Einstein maybe said, the definition of being wonky is expecting things to change if you maintain the same patterns and even place... but place doesn't matter, what matters is maybe for periods yes the "normal" person may not take the text in ~ 'tmay irritate the eye muscles, may just get to the psyche and piss yer off.... "i can't read anymore" and if anyone has never said that to themselves and stressed a bit over it, then they are a liar. And guess what... things change, life moves on.... and on other days you take the text in better don't you....

Now, back to the only times that matter, that curious first decade of the millennium that .... well, it's all very simple, to reach middle age and despite learning that folx are all a bit difficult and often tart as a citrus broccoli slab grilled in lemonjuice....
I guess you won, if you remained vaguely curious as to what their outcomes will be..... though utterly nothing to do with me....

All that really matters in the butterfly~permissive era is is it moral to even for a laugh, suggest...
"now, if I were Mr Bean....and this peckish up here in the hills ..."




And an ever healthy appetite.....


(poor dyslexics who gone and bought those expensive corrective glasses, hope they get their cash back....now...)
Indeed yes there even if nothing to do with me, we all have our own little ups and downs, fades and returns to normality.... and if anyone knows the mind they lie.... especially if they think it's anything to do with the eye...

extinction.....

"our capacity to make things up"
Now....
an afternoon sleeping in the high sun, up in the hills..... with the dead.
prior to the mistake of returning to basecamp via the actually dead...poor dead.
Which is just what the doctor ordered, never mind ("how curious is that, I had never thought of both of those patterns.... when i get back to the only plan there ever was, running towards the end of the last decade, actual decade ending 2009, to describe a few simple maybe patterns ascertained prior that moment, ehhh....like since then more than five years just treading water, not one single character in reality makes one smallest bit of difference and so does not feature whatsoever in any way especially in any way that other than ignores every smallest thing of them.....
"how curious is that, my life prior to moving down from the hills, 2009, when any real real life ended, all just an irrelevance after that point, even if a bit of fun now and again.... the three places I had hidden away at, all highup or hidden away...... all in a straight line ~ had never occurred...... and all in one direction.... hahh the obvious things we miss about even our own contemplated lives...
"and how curious..... they all lie on their back, when it's so much more comfy to sleep the sleep on your side...")

Sunday, 24 May 2015

paradox of the journey to seek yerself....

And individuality is all.
No, 'taint.


 not lying, having a plan c that the army is indeed on message, and it wasn't just said to please, seemingly the default of anyone who isn't a real country type, which means enjoying the no hope of anything innit.... (not turning up with money earned or nicked elsewhere)
means simplify, same chargers.... same boots.... as same as possible, because (and the master of zen enjoys his cracked screen as perfect work of perfart espesh if you knew where the crack came from..) ...
same batteries....
same simplest possible small memory phone....
and train em to WRITE down ("twas invented about 5 thou years ago so why ...dot dot")
numbers
so who needs a screen..... no one would ever be calling me i have any problem hearing from....
screening is fear and living beyond fear is the only type of individualism blah blah blah.....
Simplification, streamlinification.....  away from individualisation allows the individual the only thing that was ever worthwhile, to explore their weird old head such as to be able to figure if there is even the smallest .....   way that one's own who one will be forever can be usefully used

one day ...in tandem or other multiple concerted efforts.... to benefit, the group....
But then, Teresa thinks her way is best.... change does require some pain.....
And there are only two kinds.






Now, many a time last few years, have been ready, hahh hahh and am more than ever......even that leather jacket the ugly brown one....
fits
many a time, ready..... to make the big one, the roaring helterskelter of the sermon up the hill.....
summat like lies, is a word which unfortunately does no justice to the words that are really rather more apt, such as shallow, pretence, the flirty default to "committed" when in fact the things worth being committed to are the small things of existing in such a way that you know you are right....

shallow and default to charm, hollow words that the big grownup word, lie, which is where the feminisation of society (in part) tugs us over into the ditch of the solo finger.....
is not even worthy of such a noble word....
And talk about boring, but if it really is the only game in town, especially that one.... I am the genius of holding on to every last lovely example....
Because for the misanthrope I remain stupidly caring of at least the truth of who we are.....

now, pondering, but pondering is a big job....

...naval gazing like everything that's the truth about how we let the wimmin become, because nothing much's changed a century despite all the cleverness, indeed nay perraps because of it.....
we end up with a generation who come up with all sorts of vain reasons of "feeling" not to get on with what's been the only battle for centuries, to actually enjoy or at least feel some eventual satisfaction at simplifying the day, by gettin the fuckin housework shared out fairly and done....
or you end up just like the rest.....
Every reason to complicate the only battle, even if inside "only" there are at least two layers of muck to photograph....
(hahh, love, maybe that's it, lovingly showing the wise old master that he wasn't entirely right...even if there was one real life one who I could never fault, I suppose we all must have our hero....)
naval gazing must be done properly.... and like everything else if rushing here and there and all those big bills to pay and play on the mind....
its a BIg job to ultra simplify such that one is free to naval gaze properly, then there's the fertiliser..... it cannot smell nice, that's the rule of life....

All I know, if you are open to knowing that the effete little gits who pretend to be networked and part of it, care.... like Polly when all she cares about is reverence.....are liars.....  then you have done the damn hard work to also every day have the energy to light the fire for early coffee with gusto and genuine energy....
want it...... all that wonderful gazing ....

And what a half a decade of when exactly the opposite was lived, then wished for..... oblivion, gets so crowded out by far too many quite interesting little insights..... the kind you cannot make up...
living~insight even if rationalising.....well, thats to be given up long ago...
But the big one is ("their communication has become as if confetti" .... so)
if there is essentially no cogent coherent structured communication.... then they wont even be able to admit that their lives are chimera of laziness cos the robots havent been invented to do the housework yet.....
And then only the rich will afford one....

(but don't think even the word rich is valid for a moment)

Lie....five years pondering on it.... such a small and insignificant word, but that doesn't mean the grander statements about postmodern weirdness are the answer.....



what the real lie, is that the Einaudification of everything helps in any way whatsoever..... be a real human





so there's a word.....

To begin at the beginning.
Emotion; the problem with the modern world, and to my huge surprise, there not being at the tips of fingers research tools back then, even if this is not any advance, because you have to do the work~meaning, that insight is only any use when it is fun and fun (real) only comes concomitantly with emotion (real, i.e. you cannot fake it, plus, you cannot dial it up out of some tart's book on how to feel good about yourself, and you certainly cannot ever get any sustaining feel~a~bit~better or at least a little less insightful about the atomised utter paucity of anything anyone can even mean.... emotion is a result of stuff happening....) ... or interesting stuff not happening. Handshakes that cannot, being the kind of parent who is so together that milkshakes never spill...because one cares)
To my huge surprise, though myself I read the thing when perhaps looking for something to jab me out of minor exhaustion, failure of course.... even that's more or less in the mind.... it was the perfect time to bob around a bit of authenticity and have some affirmation in the form of what a wonderful poem of a thing on if you know that your parents are dumb, fairly fraud, and descend into the heights of petit bourgeoisie..... and time for one of em to pop the clogs.... splendid timing.
However, exhaustion for valid, affirmed, good reasons....rather busy back then, ten ago, all that program to always successfully arrange ~ Shakespeare outdoors, trips to the peace of midwales every other weekend, animals... and so much more....  never had the time to truly ponder, which is where emotion comes in, it's boxing~ring foe perhaps rationality.....
Most of The Time.... one knew, what naff times, those seventies and especially eighties....
One knew that the horrid staid culture whereby even Whispering Bob was intuited to be an anally retentive controlling hypocrite with secret bourgeoisie desperate desires, was rather than replaced by something human, true, in other words honestly desperate, but at least democratic effort to have the less charismatic express thought, too..... you get fuck me The Tube... at which point someone with a brain, and above all the bimbofication of everytrhing.... gives it all up. Goes off on a tangent....
But you cannot, do not want, all to be revealed, otherwise you don't get emotion~ the real version that silly nature cure books, especially those that are fake beyond belief that the woman ever had any emotion, other than this seems like a cool bandwagon to sit upon.... flap flap....
Blah blah ("life is just blah blah.." though I entirely disagree, as if made for me..... )

Most of The Time, one knows, what a dreadfully naff time to have been ignoring who is on the bandwagon this week....
Emotion is as one matures into the avoider of Camembert for arterial reasons, that lament, that.... there are so few careful commentators, brave enough to go all the way..... all, the way.... especially once the ultra fey stuff of the late 70s into 80s came along and even gave us angry young women pretending that theirs was real, for clicks....
But you know that there could have, should have...been the sort of thought going on that pissed on it all, as no matter how it dressed itself up in democracy, it was always only ever the charismatic insider ... elite.... power corrupting as usual when it becomes to some extent, all....
So, thought, ended, perhaps with Mr Bernhard, almost as a sediment choking off what was before with his perfect big shit on even his own ..
Or that should be other way around, the big shit in Swan Lake, settles as sediment on the whole damn fantasy of several hundred years of enlightenment, just becomes in totality, bourgeoisie.... petis
So, that's that innit! job done.....
Shame I was born a few decades after there he is scribbling away the ultimate ramble on what it was like to be around in the 20s or 30s if you had a bit of a brain.....
No one could have reproduced that in the 70s or 80s.......could they. Just the cool junkies come along and waste their whole lives going on about either giving it up 30 years ago and then getting fat and Rosie..... or the other one even worse perraps with his bigger words than ever make anything readable....
same, insecure, poor little Londoners.....
(who in my poem just meld into the kind who then bought houses this region, yet sotto vocce, NEVER have the manners to liaise carefully, and with dignity..... with the skivvies they put on standby to be interviewed..... XMAS EVE..... then spring bank hol.... then.... in otherw ords they set up their interviews cos they're too much greedy slag, to employ some local young person to clean up their scab dust.... on a weekend when in the old days people had holidays.... then never even answer the texts asking so what time or confirm please....and then, these people, chase..... the only interesting people are those who see through all your crap, vanity, ignorance..... leave, no not to retire but leave aged 30 or 31ish..... turn ones back, for good......    then they read a bout a few of us in the Guardian ten years on and fuckin come and hunt us down, but of course we are not here [there] .... the whole spectacle [froggy pronunciation, spat out, as if there is a splinter in the little toothpick used to pull out the yum yum snails, jabs the tongue ])
is fraud... cos the reason, isnt here, longgone...

Anyway all that is vaguely interesting, is something real....  the emotion from knowing then, ten ago... that you were reading a book which described a way of being about it all which was long gone.... and that knowledge, that it was long goine.....  is as if your best friend in life [and cuddlyer than anyone ever] ferret had stood on a mousetrap, and in his pain, taken it out on you with a first ever nip in his ten years as you go to remove the offending nasty....

And then.....



with somewhat more time on one's hands, and indeed having been braver about those decades because the simple truth all modern folksingers especially the ones called trendy names they all have like Seth.....for fuxsake.....
are utterly without any spirit whatsoever..... not one knows why he or she may indeed be validated

So you know something sort of came about back in those decades that perhaps cannot be sustained, certainly wasn't....
But it did lack some intellectual and truly brave rigour...... I mean no one except Gabriel wrote any really good books did they.....
And thats magic
I like real, magic is indeed for fairies and I think fairies are just sent to be squashed out with mousetraps in fact i have traps all over the place for all those dreadful irritations, angels too..... who on earth would want one on your shoulder just to prolong the boredome....

And then, as if by magic.....I break my rules that of course the younger generations cannot imagine may have a use - so that ones imagination may have its own life....
and the middle aged far too pathetic to take a stand "NO, wireless is pictureless, it STEALS from the audience if for convenience sometimes [thought it aint, its far more real to take the time out and do it for real] ... they have to navigate through a picture, of perhaps someone they have indeed listened to for decades and had their won pic of them in their minds eye...... why would they want that spoiled by some dreadful image in the way of the maybe real thing....especially in the age, so interesting..... take a look at Kirsty's twatter, now Ive met her several times in real life...... and she is sexy, and in fact flirty....wouldn't trust a one of em over that way.....
but if you read her preelections chirps .... you would have thought she was one of those new generation babes.. ..
ehh... physically talkin, now.....
[lyinglibdemsactuallyinexcusable.com ...because so much pain and nastiness is caused worldwide and especially here by even the political class still after all thes eyears fucking parasitising everyone stupid enough not to do their own voyage of discovery and KNOW that wimmin being irked by their looks/tits/lack of or "too big" or nuclear southbound/ or the whole what do i look like thing is THE biggest prob for them, their esteem or indeed lack of everywhere never mind the planet.... and no one will ever HELP them out of it.... poor them, i have long had the key, though...]
I never look up anything, in otherwords anyone....
Unless at work, "ok suppose we have to get context... the greatest, if unreadable unless you do the hard work of navigating no wasted paper for 320odd pages .... look up, his...dates...and make it quick, no slouching on that fucin deckchair..."
Fuck me, i was wrong.....





hahhh hahhhhhh... pee on their parade, now.....

Saturday, 23 May 2015


Addendumtee tum.... Vespa! Can't trust anything auto...ever
now, thankfully...(Wolfsegg, though irrelevant, did I get it right?).... I know the key to life is knowing that you must never ever not for a moment rely on money, ever making you deep down happier.....
Or more zen~like~in~tune~with whatever the hell it was worth bothering to crawl through it all this far.....
as a substitute for the ridiculous notion of happiness which only comes from just managing to always no matter what know why you got up at dawn...for some years now.

And the pastiche on that, publicly blogged and so often spoken I'm begining to bore my own humbug, is "I am meaner than Scrooge and Fagin put together and know where every half a penny is wasted as if I am old father Time herself watching every hard earned family drop through my all~the~time~to~watchglass looking and smirking at every wasted quarter.."
But
Twice, two quid...to Curzon Inc......
because only in retrospect do you maybe get the Information you need.....
That you missed a bit fucking tricky Itis.....
But in the forever kill two birds of it.....
And there must be at least three valid purposes.....

The main one of everything was neglected in my rapture...at how Beautiful Life is when the last place you would ever expect to find the key is indeed to the Vesper, in its town of birth....

I have only ever watched, actively...one film twice and it's got a Feast at the rotten core of some nervy tart who can't speak but expresses herself in rather a pathetic haute bourgeoisie manner..... I discovered, only a few weeks ago... things moved on, a lot....

culture



no one needs to auto~correct me,  the week where 
amongst many other things
"uhhh Cuutzeuuuu, no way can't handle him, yuck too heavy and miserable"says the one resident of Notting~Hill~on~Wye I thought had a brain cell left after perusing all those property specs...
never mind "but he is the only one I trust..."
{hahh the really massive, and no lie, hornet buzzes around my beer}
and desk


the week where "look...[little one] .... I am here so you can see him and I....we are brothers, bonded..... [the nurse laughs I can see her reflection in the steriliser] 
"this is the one man....whom can stick it in....and you feel not one thing, nothing.....
"and then he does his little squirt and you don't feel that either...."
[now I can see the dribbles showing dark upon her light blue..] 

And fuck you, I only do it for you..... because even that is ....taped.

And just as we're about to really start.....
just as what should be day 1....
I go and damn well know that no one else could so maybe I should
And fuck me up the unclean chimney pipe with a cheap scrubber.....
It's of course
why











not of that! there ain't one....Raymondo "we should get married, he utterly slams neuromanically into, makes it personal....that Strawman" ....

Now, .....

Take yourself back, to those places where you never were brave enough to do what you know you just maybe could....
And then take yerself back, beyond when all the manegmentalism and giganto~speak it up....came along and you felt, demure...a victim
Of being a sufferer of when things were just sort of gettining, well there is no clear definition or wikki entry, because some things are beyond words or

FF a decade or so to the early 00s    .... and after a little local palaver you at last have time to have a look at him....
Him, page 304, him..... some "tart" (the Beebeesee just earned all their license fees for the next decade in my book....even if its a repeat, and back to spastics are just that and enjoy calling themselves just what they are even if too spaz to write it without some machine...)...some tart of course she could have been in the book, sat there at Woolfserg.... one of those he would have in that car crash....'cept..... what head..... then the little tart despite her inherited millions goes and not~returns my copy, all annotated carefully....
2006 what a fine year
But I had it in my head, every other line was set in the far far distant early 1900s..... hahh all those tarts, nit enough time to do what you wish time was invented for, more than just a fleeting dip

Full Circle is..... when it cannot possibly find the ends of the line and join them up....to be back with Tom....
And for the first time since Wikkis were there to dumb you down, at least ponder on his dates.......no, he must have written it just as....
It, the only great book, 304 pages of ranting, then you get to 304 and it gets even more brutal.......

this is deliberately, indeed the whole damn sequence is broken......
 deliberately the end of
"read the introduction Dear L, mother of her.....of course..... all the dots are joined, now...."

http://youtu.be/6zTEM4bhod4

plus

of coursre  they are reee late Ed

and now what with all the malarkey of their misspent souls

forgotten what theory

the theory

theory
(just checking my spelling, I almost always get that one wrong.......  as discussed with the beautiful junky yesterday, don't believe the labels...ever...I still have that copy of "the top expert on kids bonces N Hem, jousting oin Woman's Hour withe her oppo from the Southern half of planet E..... one says dyslexia exists and many should make a fraudulent living from helping the victims, sufferers, poor wee things wrong side of it... the one on the bottom just laughs..." ... if you misspel theorey  which is the way I spell it and am entitled or i will say you are bullies for making me spell it your way....

(hahh the play, wonder how sexy the Daniels babe is? what a line. "yanks...." but you have to be in the right place also to listen.....mentally too.)
if you type theorey and Miss Speller is for a change still working and gives you a yellow stripe ...well the short version is they can't manage to spell check words in the title as well.....

so is it junky or junkie?
hahh answered, one doesn't have a stripe through it yet of course



[don't even mention that the only thing that has in any way deeply affected me for several months, features my fave word for several years, spastic, and.... well, what's the 'and'? dare I even say..... ]

"you have to stick with this, it has a clever twist that's a positive thing.."

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Of course, it pretty much, all...works, fits, and productivity is simply superb.... even the magic spring.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

fluff, yes sums it up....

.... so, talk about timing, even if didn't for a moment think it possible..... but that's of course the lesson, and Mr & Mrs E... vil...
well, wouldn't get it, there you are, a few days ago get into the motor and first thing on: "you were right, matey! what the fuck are we going to do with default to demands to be made better, now.... by those little pills that may in one future universe have ended it all for rather a lot..."
What one will not hear, the really hard moral questions, when time has passed, don't half smug you up.....  especially when of course like all moral questions it's a bit damn complicated: get rid of the bug quick, as well as the goodie bugs so in fact you may have precipitated and early death, so as to be a good taxpayer and pay for everyone else who doesn't need antibiotics....
or just wait until you are proved right.....
And... that lovely moment which is what bugs are for~ several whole symptom free weeks, and, the energy comes back, bouncing higher than ever...
But you know that you cannot spend the morning doing that work....no, too yucky and tiring and bound to drag you down....
Until you just do, and it don't.....

 time, to look and notice.....

In the meantime, I hate any (one) causing me to disrespect another by dint of being a bit behind the (several year) schedule..... I said "one thirty" and, at last ....



of course.....

'tall ...fits
All
So, no titles, none, never defer, but laugh at the post~election, post 15 years of "waffle" from the technocrats and that even extremification is a real thing, and that YUK didn't thirty years ago just say we want to be like America, except it wasn't "we" we it was them..... silly journalists never ask the right questions like how many times over a five year period have you even been on supposed holiday to the West....  bet the majority, especially of the majority....  are as regular as the slime which makes up far more by proportion of American shit...

  ..... (i win)

***
just a ditty from a few days ago...

whilst everything happens....

Monday, 18 May 2015

he has a name......

(read that with every smallest bit of respect for the attempt by the rather silly best that a mere three to two thousand years back was defrauding on what goes into the doggy mummy.... possibly.....  attempt by silly homo to figure stuff and what's going on, but cannot even manage to remember that if words were for something it is to give a code for the more important people in our tribe....Mr Y... ok you cannot get melodrama in words, really..... and certainly not the ones that say, of course, even if no one will ever ever know.....of course, it fitted.... and of course, you got most of it sort of sorted..... )


Sunday, 17 May 2015

ass pirating



"oohh i do like that [in the pot]..."

Now, (having tried very very carefully, and with aplomb to select the ripe ones)... there are no sane collaborators in this country. .... if only a brain came back from the dead...(this is good 2x gurus get wifi at long range...if you know what kit to have that is)...
indeed Potter back from the dead... a rather confused version of Charlie D...


What the leaders of the lands need to know, which is what they dare not even ponder, except in darkened rooms, without anyone covert taping, is several things: 1. almost the whole economy is based on confusing the customer with bullshit and that as it ever was one or two items may be a little more carefully manufactured and the word eventually filters out, but it is the eventually that's the problem....all those knowing people, men by and large, who spend their lives being obtuse about recommending a good value simple solar system for example.... with a little sane future expansion slot or two..... yet it takes you many an hour before work to work through all the arsiness, and get to the simplest of facts....  so you are tired out by the time you get to work....  B the whole country is full of thieves who would if they could sell shoddy goods to the unwary.... but far more important if you don't have an actual learning issue and can indeed count to three,  that unfortunately and good old Bevin would yes turn in his cheaper grave.... "morality" only means in modern zeit or shaden.... that as was known 100s of years back, all people really do is cheat when they can.....
yet.... what is interesting, really fascinating.... is how new systems to cheat cause new ways of having a mindset that indeed is the culture....

Unfortunately, C... if you develop a system where the bar is set for the blind polevaulter at a decision as to whether or not someone is "fit" to "work" and several hundred quidaweek and all those paid for pretend friends pop round with their clipboards once a year...
If more reliable (midterm) taxpayer money is recycled downwards on the basis of the illness/label/anxietydepression that everyone has now, especially the young (hahh that's funny, take a contemporary trendy~youngthing~intelligent~movie in other words one that Time Out would give 41/2 out of five stars to.....   and 2 of 3 characters/heroes are at one time or other on "antidepressants" medication~for~life cept 'taint.....
Something is wrong, so I have the option of being lifted up and over the bar (by, say, the landlady who knows that tenants on permanent benefits are the most reliable getting out the wheelchair and dusting off the cobwebs) ...(not I "I", me never even signed up for a sicknote in my life!! I'll have you know.... )
Or doddering around for a few years below the bar, trying.... to survive, and you never know what improvements in the psyche may click in.... etc...
(though compassion = it may indeed, in fact likely does take 2 years to get your strength back after some life event / general existential misery...)

But, when the only reliable taxpayer cash becomes that linked to supposed inability.....(funny thing is I have known well enough, quite enough disability claimants and each one has skills and interests that are pursued with a fervid application more than almost anything I've ever become obsessed with)... then I suppose "evil" takes on a new meaning being the absolute default to rather than nudge and assist and build up someone  to self reliant work even if 3 out of 6 days..... no, get them down the social....    it is of course for "their" benefit

Saturday, 16 May 2015

shopping

now that's a really silly title, because.....
What is a far better title is summat like poor Dave, I mean how do you expect any younger people to fuckin do a decent days work when....
As "victims", yes.... because ....be cause...... if one could be bothered to think in legalese... if one can read words, or even listen to radio 4 in bed for a few dozey bitesized chunks of time before getup time  ... how bad sugar is for the teeth, and 00.999% of existence prior to Extinction we didnt have it at all other than a little honey grabbed ....
well, there are laws of joint enterprise and assault and when you know an effect then even being itzy witzy part of the cause.....
So lets say one had awoken from a twenty year coma, or more likely a twenty stretch 19 of which on tenterhooks of maybe this year they'll get around to reassessing the obviously flawed forensics that just about any 3 year old can see through, but of course the coppers footstamp "it aint our job to ensure asll the evidence is available...never mind good science"
twenty years ago...
 Sainsbury's, other very very very very similar outlets available, the only difference being that one little pot...NB, little.
The traveller through the decades would be thrilled.... at all that bright lighting and snazzy clean design even if the woman with the curious stature like a bendy broadbean well thats what nature gave us but whats even more noticeable poor luv.... her outfit gets sillier never mind the headphones and mic strapped to her gob....

(expand on this when more time it's such fun...but just for now, it really is astonishing how it sort of veered ten years ago into large jumbo bags of healthier stiff like nuts n fruit near a kilo....  in the ordinary mortal aisles, as in the ones that arent even snazzier designed to get you to pay five quid for a bag of nuts with inbuilt anti~fussiness appeal especially if you need to know there arent any bits of actual bread in something... anyway, it truly is amazing to behold how, dressed up as lifestyle i.e. salty chips with loads of sugar in the chips and whatzitcalled Dorito mix .... there is so so much more salt sugar stuff and no more ordinary bags of anything simple and healthy....ish... yet loads of spaceage PR )



"upstream" solutions.......

"if you want to know these lands..... go back to last Sunday, and bear in mind many of the lessons.... [but this really is dynamic entanglement with the most zeitgeisty schadenfreude plus a load of stuff thats as up yer bum as someone with some common sense a little while back in geological time wouldn't imagine..... i deal with the hardest of all contemporary stuff...]... many will be repeated, a bit like the sludge out of their bums which is the result of twenty years ago folk called for bans on the sugar marketers who even get round my nuclear defence capabilities of when you have perfect poise, grace, and balance..... and still look forty.... so take even all the time in the world.... yet don't take the time to notice that even the healthy options you thought might just be true all that seaweed coating to the peanuts....are indeed as ingredient number 3, sugar....
But we shall come back to that later.... when all these gifts are unwrapped.....

"upstream, does that mean stitch up her fat gob so that she can't force feed herself any more.....?
"Because the silly playground bullies [a word only ever used ironically, being as if everyone is accused of justsuch surely its cancelled out as zero] .... failed to go beyond their threats to do something about it .... and change....anything except allow it to become worse.

Thursday, 14 May 2015

wicked rumour or the truth...hmmmmm..... morenlikely this part of the world despite the wave inbound, rubbish.
LandOfMines .... works for a change

so insignificant, cannot even recall what you are...

but I am faithful..... and have no memory of biggetty issues,..... there's just a seequence....  and stuf keeps happening, never the only thing left of course that one would wish but wishes are for frogs.... princes write excellent letters.

Near ly and proof I care...
(live):
 a bit...
So, if one were to maybe make good...of all these interswiveleyefans of the Inferno and the garden shed tucked away at the bottom of the garden of said inferno....
You really could not make up a better set of purely from central casting circs....

And it's all down to one...who isnt there.

so, Shamis's "ready" is she.......
There are word I have danced with the last few months, on solo walks.....without even you in my head, but they are as hard to come by as little eco initiatives which are not set up almost entirely so that the founders can get great head via the efforts of the minions who swarm thinking its just about a  pint and a pull .....
(don't blame them, the real legacy of Tony B and the supposed better crowd who once funded may as well have been one of the 20% from day one.....  anyway, this new generation, no not the ones who are in daily radio contact with the Vogons which is the actual general perception of quite a few theoretically intelligent younger people even in Hereford main square coffee marquees...
I mean talk about beyond bleak never mind beyond mean what you say...and that's even Green Party senior management scheduling actual real interviews for actual real next generation courses in London.....which they, not the bleak little victim of their big~it~upatry but.... them, the bosses...... those who by dint of a few more percent have already gone to their own heads....
And then not even apologising via any of the three communication channels well and truly confirmed open for not fuckin turnin up...I give everyone two weeks to answer their comms.....either of the 5 routes....
bleak.... and of course post~communication, indeed they may as well think people can mind read, which is exactly what most of em seem to default into...the mystic

got it!.....

(now, if only......  the project, the notion...... whatsit now, hell where does fourteen goddam years go...... sat there having tidied my desk.....
one notepad left.....
as all one liners should have indeed it has two though what with keeping a far too large house shipshape, and quite a large nipper in shape too, in the land of feed~em~sweeties and leave em sat in front of the box [my lands neither, there's an art...no addictions, are.....]
line one: now all is in place, the books are selling ok despite the Grandis woman incidentally supposedly a taxpayer paid tutor on computing but then that's Wales and its education the educators cannot even manage to not lose my fuckin data.....
just up from the Raquety lodge or was it summat else...
on my pad: now things are settled down...time to get back to number one project..... be one of them, who may push into the river the illegal strimmers [SSSI] .... etc
And then, shit happens.....
But then shit's just part of life and then
Fout years back, the notepads are dried out and the volcano dust peered through
Indeed, since that project failed back to project number one.....but
Porrits and all those little frauds who dot the city centres for their own self regard, summat to do with nature rattling their tins..... on a commission or stipend from the libraries....
Failed
There is only one final solution being Porrit of course didnt mean it a few years back "!all that nudging didnt work so we need LAW!" ....
new notepads: sexitup!
(Stevie on loud to drown out the sound of his crutches, funny that just  afew months ago it was all Lycra and sexy arse...what happened? those fancy new 500 quid tyres maybe dont have the grip in the wet quite like good old fashioned tenner ones available Dream Peddlers for a tenner..... if yer haggle a bit

So, I have her.....everywoman including that dreamed of boob job passing 50..
Then there is her angry apprentice.....
Everywoman too.....
Everywoman I have known I takeuh......(I mean how disingenuous is that so is the New labour tart going to blame George for abusing his missus as she takes a slightly lesser role in front of the camera.... ehh being she aint George....George is George and earned it.... fucking tarts, a land of every single person claims bullying and abuse even in elections so indeed it all cancels itself out...).

I take UHH.... summat from each and since they all de fault to that one, Queen Z a proxy for the perfect woman..... sat there on the blind date which is what all tickbox versions are.... my only ever foray into underclass media, "she won...not because of all that dog work....but because she could be the girlie next door you have perved over since she was twelve...or even seven..... and then she survived..... to win it.."
Now, if one wanted to take gods acre, nude....devoid of nowt but the little marks where the needles were before I cleaned them up (yes, even here dotcom) ....["no one ever asked me, it is called self respect" ]
The perfect chavvy spot......
And turn it into god's perfect acre (well 0.6 actually in draft 2...)... but stick in some characters even benefit street would have to groom into .....
hahh is that it...makeover porn
makeover of the soul food porn......
(just thinking out loud porn)

(god I must look sexy/trendy/happenin with this outfit and the little flashy stripes around my blacked off ears)


Wednesday, 13 May 2015

So, hahh hahh.....

Now I have to admit memory is not entirely perfect, but then you've npo idea what kind of journey to Extinction and inside her corset ssa been ongoing .....
Surely I dressed it up here, spun it round into some obscure comment.... official entry (free) to the show..... (never forget, yesterday, there i am having my cuppa where i like it best, actually on the streetcorner.....wifi of course dont work so just watch the people.... and the Duke, thin and white..... as he scowls at me but doesnt actually dare..)
"Althea ..[or is it Andrea, you lookup, Tory MEP....] ... stalking a while wasnt sure and now am [sic, actual words, far too important to even sprinkle with dead angel must]  or is it musk courseitiz.....
"A... you are by far the most honourable babe of them all, as I said i quite carefully monitor the truth.... yes it isnt relative..... and to the fairly careful researcher no mainstream media has said that, ok Im sure here and there it's been hinted at but...... I had never thought, as you say if we adopt the Swiss or norwegian model, without massive stockpiles of chocolater, or oil, or hidden cash that all the laws in the world wont unhide....  we dont have that extra topup to pay for the fact we have to comply with EU import rules, i.e. maintain the same standards, and pay a top up for the privelage of trading inbound to that which so many which to cast adrift off.... which of course is utterly irelevent because even 20% swipe off the so called economy wouldnt really make much dif to real life even if itll cause revolution if even five....
" And of course Dave doesnt want it, Bully boys on the whole love French tarts, Portuguese maids and popping over to Sienna with only the smallest boarding queue...etc... could go on forever.....

But, you see there you are ~ think! ...I know it is hard for the screen dweller.... (funny thing is I am not, I dont really look at it.....sort of keep an eye on the keys thena  very short bit of unsatisfactory detypoing via spell check if she's working (moreso of late it has to be said) ....  but essentially it's just some weird stuff in the fingernails and, well....

oh yes, that brimngs me back to just about to launch, all that dreadful piety.... A balanced soul gets to 50 and says to self basically I know all i need to know, ignore what is on, occasionally dip into the past literary wise and basically spend the next few decades proving you had figured most of it..... which i do.
And it is pious not to say exactly that, or you failed......
And I'm talking about the bigger stuff.... but not the really meta cos no one's got a clue never mind science itself hasnt on whats 94 or summat percent ....

Anyway, you can quote every Digby or Nige or business that or the other or tariff or .... yes, the fact is that 25... more likely nearer 10 or 15 ...percent of EU legislation is a bit wonky and will be shown so in time even if even the Tories who suposedly like shootimng things cannot even credit where its due that a hell of a lot more crits exist to be shot or hunted precisely due to EU leg on eco thisnthat when YUK simply has no interest....
#But 12 1/2 percent of EU leg is really anger inducing crap.... but,
try it.... think of a bit of EU leg say on freedom to write and it be left alone and not fiddled with by folk rich enough to play that censoring game..... it does not hurt..it doesnt irritate or feel like it is a needle stuck in the eye of you know what is right.....
because twats!
It is way way over there ~ it isnt here and maybe never will be here here as in a wonky law made by some swiveleyed loon just down that trainline there...no, its there, away, foreign...ish.....
And even if it effects..it doesn't hurt....

Bring power just back down the road, and in the days of a bit of passive waiting~for~revolution thats just maybe ratcheted up a notch......
That hurts a bit more, it feels..... personal......  and may just be ..... the exact opposite of what even some fat Torygirl may wish for being.... when the 80% that definitely didnt vote get really angry....(innix, the angry one that is)
.... and cant blame Angela any more..... or even the immos.....

and talk of the dev... she's gone....so am I...and manual typo sorting out with latest developments are far too headfucking so .... the end