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Friday, 1 August 2014

poor poor New Agers... (this isn't it...I have no interest in a new age that never existed, but I am...in if there could have ever been an old ager whom may just have been equal....foe.....equal....and have deserved that line.... )
They can never accept that
"vibrational [censored] frequencies and healing trans[censored]..."
a very rare bit of censorship as we cannot have worlds colliding...just yet...never mind there being spies whom...may not put children first...
I always do.

can never accept that hocus pocus .... is no substitute nor way to any fucking divine source .... and it ain't about the source its about just managing to bother to survive in a reasonably half functional psych state...
and that no planned nonsense healing heals you from the mess of afterbirth.... except for a big bloody mess which bugs you like hell for a long time...and if you can get through it.... only then do you get zen
Which is the fundamental ingredient for being so fucking organised you could run ten kids, 3 legal cases of the same old controliitis~ always ten times more ego than stated... and just accept it as so..., 7 potential other jobs half of which even there.... you make an appointment and the interviewer doesnt even show up...OR call later to apologise for wasting an hr of your bicycling time never mind calories...

The new Agers will never know, that an a~bit~older.... by dint of having survived ordinary dadless~womanitis....several times...
plus living bereavement...
may just be someone to...trust.....
At the very least kinda have their act together...
espesh when the act .... of being organised despite all...is so so youtube perfect


ow I really do do know.....

Longtime, long long time.....

There's a version....of the ultimate god~they're~so~boring....song
The clever man even gets into his indictment and if I ever go mad and go to America I'll seek out the lawyerman who World Service theyve colonised tells of all his representations have a Bob line in...to the Highest Courts...well years Ive gota a verse in...
problem with these bulimics they always assume theyre the first...
Anyway ... getting a line in the poetical indictment.... thats a star event

But, one want...one wants to encounter someone who may just be

  well, (group c) "lets assume they wont run away footstamping...and there will be a  next time..."


Worthy of that ultimate spat out line of the "exasperated" chap....

but it's the version....
the intonation....
the no need for words....just the spirit...

But I'm not going to do it ...just...yet
"you failed...lack of stillness...can't be faked...[never mind the dogs poor things failed...two..thats what i get when i subcontract!]"

I shall never get away from her ...fingers

...but of course that was part of the plan, even if yet another faulty perchase.... (i don't Misspel and thank gods ogle isn't set like it's younger infidel relation set to IT decides how youi spell your ...MY...words....but thats America for you....
They would never get: A nasty dad, but one whom is best, says "no, we don't get the £50 a year insurance..... because that will cause you not to fucking well take care...learn......you don't break another 500 quid fucking piece of shit....there is ALWAYS a solution . "


control...... copntrolitis......and of course the hippies have it worse than all the rest, so they aint hippies....
Just like the man from Scunthorpe (their counterpoiseur) who gats
(just yest)
"Paranoia..... is entirely misinterpreted..... it is by DEFinition, the notion there is a choice of whether or not one may be spied upon, or whatever else bad....  it is just the maybe of it. If there is no maybe then paranoia does not exist, just like the homos of the post Ebola pan~tenth dimension...."

Now, the cure, bambiitis.....



(ok we need a new code: ANTIVIRAL, an assistant is going to have to go through this picking out points fpr the next legal case... )
ANTIVIRAL.... which is her virus, she is virus, All the moonchilren with their Reiki love sold on websites (you could not make up what next) of course cannot understand, that simplest of rules, that the only key to developing is to encounter the worst shit of all (her) and then post PTSD 2 uears later...have survived to the point of loving every moment of the past...and making it part of the creative soul...

 the above photo, now this is spoiling it.... (put it on just for a mo...

 

the above photo is in the big biog box of tricks long planned as group a photos..... 
except of course her bambiitis means never ever does one get a full moment...
so the winner being me is to combine two jobs in one....

The clever man from Cunty ... of course he knows, the cure is always let it be known just as was the case in times primevil.... ordial... that ALL will always be known.....








group "b"-

minus.....

So, stick this on (ohh this is from notes no longer ever needed....if only the wish~to~die brigade brigade ....knew....  you never ever know... what kind of "you've had me at stroke levels of pain in the fucking chest for months" ...can make you see even more... that there is no "possibly" ....

You won, I won....

 a photo, groub b- entitled just for now til the editor is trained never mind i can think....
"I can still think of all that I like.... yes, even knowing you..."

 And, b-, "I knew, even if it was your control says certain, failure to communicate, you in control, but I shall always act as if what is best for the children will be...[plus, no never throw anything away, means hope...]"


So stick this on, ,,, nahh actually wait a bit....


stealing control.....
Yoiu see every single lawcase Ive ever done.....and the rest
hahh hah hahh bless your soul
Is just about perception of
needing control so they steal ...it
ut they're no good at it because control.....
Is when you love it all

All
Just turn every silliness and failure to communicate
Into
lesson....
crowdfunded and sourceed and turned into an online uni if you must

thats what love really is





And Mr Scunthorpe....he will be it

Holidays...in Scunthorpe....

Hahhh hahh hahh..... you really think you're in control....
It's simple..... I know


The fat nigger ....really really fat, Ive never even seen....til now.......he knew.....
And it was all we ever needed to know

It can't possibly be a coincidence

The mistressclass (in deference to the Labour cow..... who thinks she can see the future .... and that wimmin need more protection,,,,hahh hahh hahhh....
THE big line, now...

Til you meet the ultra~babe.... no, I (thats really really bigfont) ...am in control, by dint of plan a thru z in the 9th dimension..... cos you will always think you are in control....hahhh hahh hahhh bless your soul.....
You have to EARN...being in control.....
And the last chapter
Proves.....
I will always win
Thats the job of a real....dad

you have no idae what orbit its all in...... but there is a telescope.....Ive made sure of that

wages are not involved......

Thursday, 31 July 2014

A swarm of baby hedgies.... (poor Argies, the hedgies won't pay up...)

Now, of course, just my conceit, that one assumes that even the fundamental "rules" yes they exist, are ever actioned, the babies whom make up the growing majority of unparented.... either by runaway or other more confusing stories....
As in "keep a fucking diary, as they've been doing since about 5 millennia ago those babylonians needed just like Barbara et Al to keep a diary of the shekels in and out"
Shackling her to her fatcow recliner.....
All the work went into her diary

Can't even listen to: well at least just use camera point and press (in ones dreams) ...as aide memoire....

It may even be as in this series (sorry still on group "c" photos about as exciting as a ladies boules match.... without any arms...)

Firstly we meander (thats just me "we"...anyone else just a fidgeting noisy distraction, even when silent) .... along the perfect summer's afternoon..... smell of freshly turned Hay 200 paces back the road.... almost the middle of nowhere.... yet 200 paces on, (white car as aside, now, I have a fabulous memory  ...

  
ten seconds earlier, as if it were neither summer nor a gentle little, very, market town in the middle of nowhere.... there are walking late lunchtime, two men, in white coats...as if Ebola had already wreaked its revenge....
But there is a point, why do they bother relocating here if they cannot even manage to go for lunch without their protective garb
never enjoy the simplest of pleasures such as a stroll in the sun...
Never mind talk about reducing the tone of the place to the lowest common denominator of dominant bossy male (even if weakened by the bossier otheralf....

Now, the next bit should be fun.....
which at just a couple of megs takes as long as a long version of Mr B to open....
And when you have the ultimate alternative crowdswarmedcarbon sync local area regeneration plan   transport directive curated (thats the one that really fux me off these days how even the scrappiest bunch of pimps coshowing a bit of factory made into almost any kind of public entryfee event is nowadays curated...) curated by Bob The engineer and great conceptual artist even if a tad young even to be engineer of the future.... Youtube exclusive
Indeed google exclusive....
In your can but you can't even look at it before mixing it in the witchy cauldron of windows live cos it may as well be dead the amount of processing power it requires just to do a simplest bit of stirring the brew....
It really IS time to crowdsource.... except of course that's just Indiegogo on their 9% ... of your mates' cash, nicely curated into their bank account,  pretending it works..... when actually it's just festivals getting the ticket cash in 6 weeks when Ticketmaster keep it til day 1 of the event....
But of course they have to dress it up in some unique community newworld....
Makes you laugh

I wonder..... now, anyone who keeps dogs but can't tend to them every few hours as it's stated on the box for millennia is the deal.....
And the fairminded make a deal: only have dogs when 2 adults are joined in holy helmeetship...
Having been tasked to curate normality for the doggies....wonder if the answer is there?



 30th July 2014
What is life if full of caring , when there's little point (hell), you have no time to stop.... and smell.... 

hahh hahh hahh...bless your soul.....

gosh, the gravy train..... predicted text of future news report the Day man wont manage to spit out: And Deborah and her lusty mates, figured that the new con, of all the government cash diverted into her solar array, never did bring your electricity bills down below the loadsof cash they're going to still goupby (Google spell check still smouldering on the hard shoulder of the superhighway, so we shan't trouble her for her little yellow marker pen of a few gobbledtogertherwords just for fun.... )

One headline I never have to care about, any energy price gravy train getting murkier.... don't pay any! Except an allowance to the office manager to keep your horrid blog going.

But, for the first time in a long time, now, being as one is up against the bigdata buffers.... all I need is just one itzybitzy little allowance of materials sure deserved at last long last.... because the whatisit four or five year old utterly standard midrange laptop stripped of all conceivable drains on the system and standard word 2003 only onnit..... loadsa JPEGS... windows software..... just cannot any longer keep up with the background fracking process endless bombardment to squeeze out every last millibit of attention ..blah blah.....

"nothing is more shameful than attacking children"*

* UN official twitter account.

The only problem is that there are several ways of attacking them, and there are various armaments deployed...
But the jolly old Jewishes .... well, lets just say in fact Papa Houellebecq was wrong, or at least his Ed was... all the vendresses of the angel tears in a pipette at £19.99 a drop... you see it is so so tacky, how like fat Barbara... behind their websites or "it's our lovely shared space" persona .... they burn the midnight oil, distilled from the flesh of their own ....
oh yes "alchemy" (for sale).... hahhh you couldn't make it up......

the sweat of their children, mixed with their blood, in an attempt to alchemise oils that they can sell on their website, behind all the fancy reiki or other such crap love~in they have become so good at prophesising... it is far more boring than the Houellbecquian version because there they are clawing in every dodgy shekle ....no matter what the morality.... and these days that means as I philosophised long ago, kids come wrapped in Tax Credits...  and for a few grand a year wimmin will really go all the way.....

But then when even Fairfiel School feature adverts for big biz in their inhouse annual weekplanning diary for the children,  well..... what do you expect


Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Now, several aides memoirs...... the most important ... one doesn't have the time to get the camera out and cover...her oduuur.... walking along the most byeway of byeways.... just a mile outside there, lovelytown...so says the Torygraph....
Seen her a few times, her gorgeous flowing hair, suntan... kaftan....

now, the one before ... a picture of the hayfield.... and old fashioned tractor, entitled what is life if full of care one has no time to stop and breathe...in the gengtle aroma of the newly turned Hay

followed by Debs and her new painter

But then.... one could not capture on film the saddest smell...of the lovely young country girl wandering the lanes.... you cycle past her and get hit even here in the middle of nowhere by that barrage of powerful scent (false).... which will cost her so so much cash over the longerterm to sprinkle on my byeways...

Now, we don't go in for evenings and machines ~ this dreadful old one...but talk about jumping for joy, its like this they got Al Capone not for his nasty weaponry and how he deployed it all....but for tax...

Your taxpayer money
£25 thousand...if, say three years.....
paid out to ...little miss Tibetan singing bowls.....
when not very arguably, as there cannot be one espesh if Farage had his way
She ain't entitled
It simply is the perfect end to  a perfect bit of.....
hahh hahh....


Me I love the complex....but all I ever seem to do is fight them, so as they may just once listen "simplify" ....
she isn't just a thief..... but talk about being a great headline act.... absolute poetically  ... these so called nice hocus pocus lot....sure gonna get a bit of bad PR when I've let that little story out
And my only ever Queen is part of her nasty plot too.....

Please do come back, you'll have to be equipped with incontinence pads available from opne of NHS Direct's 200 suppliers in 500 colours.... why your NHS is busr
The only real decision you have to make...whether or not the concomitant unemployment for 100s of thou purchase engineers....
is afordable...or leave it like the madness its becom.... who am I to judge such philosophical conundra...

ogle Missspell..... failed the ducking stool test today....
So, hahh hahh... to take a woman to court (many thou Fbook friends) who may be in the supply chain for them, said stools, on top of the witches cauldrons..... that are on her site....
Is going to be a laugh a millisecond....

that's the deal....you just get a bit ..of help....
to do nwhat love is... have time to educate others.....without being constantly pestered by youth incapable of orginising their own in one standard place to save time when it all goes well...
there is always a solution...
get your own lighter!
hahh... the new ringtone...... now we need her......
(will google ever stabilise such as i know which is which.... the real cause of their insanity...)
Little Miss..... Alice...

hahhh, words that were never ever to be uttered out of my gob, cos i just listen nown again for research at how awful the zeitgeist is espesh re the homos....:::

The Archers is the greatest living work of art, well this week anyway...

So, she goes away with her employee to Glasto, gets squiffy, sexually harasses him, he cant aford to do what they used to now theyve made it pay~as~you go...to industrial tribunal....
(she rather enjoys it...in fact enjoys it wild camping rather rather a lot..)
so... she ends up taking her revbenge on her slave back at work..... they ...THEY...must suffer her inability to admit....
she was just for five minutes.... happy.
And jolly well fucked....
Thats the purest simplest England~the~movie...I know




trust.....
biggest smallish word there is....
except you never ever know why..... the deaL IS THE DEAL....ACC CAP...IT ALL

(photo of FIVE goddam diferent mobile chargers plugged in...just like a drawer1 i once saw...... hmm, pick a babe with same charger, or same big feet? ... all the rest is just theory...all you ever need to know dating, despite even silly Steve Wright barking out you must KNOW who they are via profiling.....silly silly ...but of course he will never get a complaint that the sentece handed out by his silliness....is life....)
(if had the time ~ i do 16 hrs a day and love it...oh yes blog #3 has it all now.... would just upload the picture that says it all, that I was always right.... love is simply bdeing prepared, that the impossible may come to pass, when you know that impossible is a 'twas ever thus.... that you never know what bits and bobs you may one day need not only to keep the impossible operation on the road (no cost, as I dont do it, cash)  ... but to construct something you never for a moment thought you may be called upon once again...to construct....
Even THAT bit of old vinyl backed cloth..... for years and years couldnt find out what had been kept for..... til today...its the key....

There is no failure, only if you perservere....  another chance

hahh... generally behaving herself the last month little Miss Ogle spellcheck...footstamping today....sign: stop, play time now...
And you trust them to manage a driverless car that works....always.... or may crash into schools full of 15 shelterers.....
on the streets of Milton keynes
yOU ARE FUCKIN NUTS.... ACC CAP



my own daughter....

...just a note in case i get it first.....


The lesson is be yourself, if you are strong enough (and round here hell it takes some) ... and that you can never predict the future, even that in several years ago the very very last place ever you would linger.... cos you know how the underclass are and are as sensetive as the overlasses of the hocii....

And in writing in the anals.... just a  year and they are asking me to write their press releases.... and I have been myself, which is no sucking up to anyone as they're all frrauds....as the body language states...quite quite clearly....

(and if they bring in voluntary euthenasia for those whom are only partly eaten alive by the bugs ~ what clever things bugs can be, which is the key to not believing in sickness, but instead admiring the bugs which can fight a billion times over their bodyweight....as long as they (word no one will get coming up now) ...are working in a team.... silly half dead people useless unless they KNOW that the half dead and dying are the ones who may write the best press releases so theres ALWAYS something useful you can do with juust one Judtesquian wink....

Oh, and I write my press releases about others...THEIR story..... I don't even in name or sweat...figure...
Survivors have nowt to complain about....... because they have. If only the writers knew this.... even the bad ones.





no time to lookup: La Vengence Afrique....

(assume revenge is vengence with the odd slash)

All those centuries of unauthorised exports...... is it time now? for one that is payback.. all those duties and ...dot dot?
hahhh..... I'm done....am ready.....


"personal" and "village"...oh my god.... there's never been a double....

"coppers" and whores dotcom

just about sums it all up....for the last 100 years....
Now, thankfully at last even if years since Ive done a bit of pay~as~you go to keep your sanity, and attempt at the same time not to mess with the heads of those things called wimmin, for THEIR own sake....
how fine to hear the dreadful MR acc cap... oh i forget the one who does economic shows about hookers in Primrose Hill pretending they have invented a whole new economics by flashing their boobs at Aly McCaul Smith and getting a favour....
Some girls yes do enjoy a bit of pay~as~you go.... then there is the heroic brothel keeper who risks the Savilesque knock on the door 6am..... nickinim .... for helping the whole of society destigmatising it all by talking about his girls....

Now, please excuse the stains that litter my desk and blog, half of them are the blood of the plebs who simply cannot accept "Plan A MAY work..... all that is required for ANYthing in life is good preparation.... [as the fine male dominant nearby can exposit on with pure poetery...as you heard, so it isn't JUST me....] ...prepare for plan a b and c...watch me...and now it has miraculousl;y worKED! turn your fucking phone on.... thats what its FOR... being available when i have woven your fucking wet dream for you.....and even here .... and i said many times it was impossible... they are trapped now inj my web....and it is GOOD...its what you fucking WANTED....never mind doctor me confirmed as the cure.."


the activities of the last month NEVER planned because ina world where even the posh flirters called Mr Paint ..... who say "yes i can afford to take some interest....and i know said counsellor.... your new mate.... so i will spend some of my various millions at least having a cuppa...." then ignores 2 emails and one hand delivered invitation to that tea....
I have his name...
But then I had it 16 years ago......
gosh that revenge is going to be served silver plated with a moat dunking.....

(because newphase is PURE~ no one can ever argue the FLAWless purity of the shining diamond that has been created....because it is done ALWAYS in public....with NO hiding or games or secrets....
which is WHY.... even the roughest he~thinks~he's~tough 41 year county councillor...is begging me, stalking me...to be on his team..... hahh hahh haatee hahh.... )

None of which matters, my only pleasure is either with my adoptee or ...here...or off duty meandering the lovely countryside.... ignored by 995% OF LAST~15~YEAR INCOMERS...I CAN TELL...I CAN TRACK... THERE ARE SO SO FEW PAWPRINTS...
ACC CAP

aNYWAY THE "TEAM" ( i just so so love the uglyman not just because he so rises above it but also always writes about his kids.... as his motivation..... but that was... that ultimate Savilesque creepy smile...."team"....
Or was it his formal approval via the like button of my genius line of seditious prose...?


Anyway,  the lesson for the day: when everything, nearly, even if the delay was sent to test ~ all is never quite a dream, in a few months comes TRUE (it is called that horrid word: "hope").. you have to be so fucking organised slash prepared ....
And when the todo lists are as leaves in the Tora almost as many ....

Sadly, as is the case simply in all regions of here for 50 miles around..... the true fascists simply do nothing~ even when the buses are being cut.... the human b eings, I do believe there are only about 3 of us, organise or at least dream of...chariot invasions/ alternative transport solutions services for loadsa dosh taking advantage of Maggie's initiatives....

The non~fascist, especially these days..... knows that at times like these, staplers were indeed angelic contraptions sent to assist the godly .... just keep track of the tome that has become todo lists on about at least ten different webs ....
At last...... now I know...i was right, even though love (the real definition which is we are all just the same stardust upon which to choke on....hahhhh hahhh which reminds! poor youth never mind poor everyone...years diesel encouraged, now youve bought one on slt greener grounds... Boris fucks you up your dirty exhaust pipe cos it was all a Tory plot to in the end profit even more out of you...! pity, the confused....
it must be...ing) love is going along with stuff.... when you know deep down you are right: having reformed several "unreformable" laws in the past..... due to the deft application of a staple or 100 ... just to keep the mountain of paperwork vaguely in its place....
staplers are a tool for love....
of course like all tools can be used for fascist intent....but thats in the soul of the believer isnt it....sadly



not my pile of papers...even if I am left to organise
my stapler
just a bitago
cant be bothered to take machine indoors so as can look at photo and see if any words on the lists are "personal"
because nothing is....nor must it ever be...it takes a village to raise...a child...
I am village.











Jacques.....
Hahhh very very last I promise obscurantist remark,

("which animal took the monkey to court for little Miss Chief..... ?? [quite good really, almost sixth sense being the monkey doesn't know legal terms as in 'what is the mischief here'...always makes me giggle]  ..... The Alligator, boom boom..."
[me too dumn to get jokes like that or further evidence for the defence, not thinking of repositioning the sweetjar top so that the breathing apparatus is in the correct azimuth..... fucking frauds, Misschief baby.... pretend to be stuck in their heads when they're just stuck defaulting to footstamping..... case against, as in give em hell and they can still turn out the jokes late nt....]

The aledger.... allegations..... quite good really

The submersible filming equipment .......works.

Today we enter a new unplanned dimension..... what play!!
Problem is all these footstampers, and that includes them in their sixties.....of course I will never again get to the beach....
Anyway, where were we....
There isn't actually any point in writing anything, in fact the time I feel as if nowadays an alien species, in a submarine.

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

play seriously...play

I cannot believe that I am the first human who will have played as I did today........ 
No, a new sport, and as founder my manifesto says there will be no compassion for cripples... same playing field....
same rules.... plenty of things the hopalongs can do better than eye...and will i get a headsart?
A new .... dimension ,created...even if of course imaginmation is only pure in a young child....

And the second rule is..... children are ALWAYS ...first.... in the madness of just existing a busy week.... animals first equal.

Now, I'm done.....

(sorry, cant show you... well, copuld, but..... it is a far far better Youtube exclusive even than the picture of the seven children splatted across the swings of a rickety old Palestinian playground... that made me ...sick....why bother living and having such...fun....)

hungry

hahhhh..... a million things but only ever the one....between jotting that first thing and now...

what they don't show in the pictures, of course what matters.....
and i forgot mine.....but you, yoo ...wouldnt see.... the supercheap butter all gone from COOP ... the other few cheap items all cleared out....

the underclass is growing!

But you didn't win.....he willhave his boat (addendum later) and no not tomorrow..... because i LIKE doing this



Monday, 28 July 2014

"adoption"

.... without any of the kind of SWs whom... five years ago, Hereford branch...actually denied me and mine, on the basis a "damaged" child would be further abused (of course they can never recover, thus keeping said SWs on the gravy train for life)  further disadvantaged by being for a while (i know what TOTAL COMMITMENT means ...) raised in a truly perfect environment up in the hills, with fabulous ferrets are fun, dedicated dad and so organised could get to the river for the whole day at the drop of Peter's hat....
and have sarnies, all river toys, all ferret equipment, all own water bottles of water from home not troubling the environment....all one could possibly need so as to spend a child's upbringing back and forth several paradises....
with a van full of buzzies on board.....
(as Helena now famous writer often observed from her sterile perch.....but that's nice, someone noticed..... and she still talks to me now...she is my repository, of the information..and being a perhaps unusually ethical writer, knows you cannot lie about what was always fact.......unlike all the fucking other self regarders....)

YUK the land where social services would penalise a child because a volunteered adopting household...was too healthy....(i have the letter somewhere) .says it all really...

Now, where am I? hmm..... ehhh..... yes that would be nice, oh yes gosh ..... auras..... she is in the game too!! or the lad is....
So the next generation we hear yest will do away with passwords in favour of measuring ones unique aura....
methinks kidnapping will gain a boost.....almost rigged as the unrigable forex.... thats rigged....

yes, what lessons! there you are a few months ago stuck in the theory....and just like that all the practicals come along...... naturally with a good smattering of energy thieves..... who steal the energy with their neuroses such that one can't even remember the code organised to cut through all the crap: "yogi" = a load of pants.... but i so like my only pleasure a yogi tea or two....nonyogi.... someone who one can do business with.
or was it the other way around?....you shall have to scroll down the movie




Hahhh....not quite © me, hahh you see I put the c symbol in as symbol .... even if it takes a half a minute I don't have, haven't had 5 days a week for months (two always off and off means off...) ... to get the ©  out of word 2003 .....
I put it in today just to show that despite the much anticipated inevitable attack from a swarm of badly~brought~up kids, in other words almost all of them the last 20 years.... since atomisation became the fashion even if 'were all the fault of the Frys et Al....
which turns my days often into fighting with their inner angst and inability to listen....I still am me in fact what a lovely one just from nowhere....
what a palarkey ....
Nine months of waiting..... and of course the birth always worse than it should be a whole generation of fuckups...


 will this be a bastard ..... can't figure out even who parentage....

© someone else by accident....palarkey ..... 
me second....
Which symbolises several days of hell from the youth of the lands who aren't any more.... just wait til they really boil over....you don't have a hope, their angst inside
Except what they need to know..... no, they will never ever get to me, such that one shortest sat down outside my LP cafe..... sun shining.....
slipper*© maybe works....
And out of the word comes the beautiful new word, not that I agree with the principle of any new ones but ....
symbolises that some time now, the hedgehogs.... well, theres the big hedgehogs and they exist by charm and charysma claiming all sorts of scientific, political, and even metaphysical certainties.... that so often turn out to be not so....
Then the .......
baby hedgehogs...... 
We shall come to them next







But got there tallest that was fuckn at last,  nine bloody months nine maths no not fuckn maths months
What a polarity
Ipalakrpalarkey
Ipalakrpalarkey


Sunday, 27 July 2014

"But I'm not done...yet"
forgot the main bit, planned even if rarely is anything: eras end.
Talk about 4 1/2 years...hell it goes by fast. Seems so much like yesterday, I know how important....

High pRiestesses and...keyboards. eVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO HAVE A GO.... ACC CAP ...and that go should be innix...
I wonder, will it be diferent? No longer the same frantically bashed keys; searching for the key to the soul or make a fast buck....or neither, because both are bad for you. especially imagining they may be good.

TBC...Sunday is fixing day......and there was just one left that I kinda..... well, I like my minor very occasional notion of ritual...what "belongs"....fits.... 'sjust the way it is...

Layyy zeee...

out for a drink, heh?
Coast clear....and old manitis recovered from....
(the age: Ash die~back = a bug that sadly kills, how did I miss that one? i.e. there is still some perfecting to perfect still noticing to do...)

I can die when I'm done..... even if it may yet take several months.... editing one's life to perfect almost nothing, does....
Especially under these circs.....

reasons not to die......

the wisdom of time..... remembrance of what never to forget....
The bossy ones of the week gone by of course would never get, the utter orgasmic frisson of fun .... when you with distance from life......
think of that one...

So, let's just say there is this whole subspecies of fanatic but of course they are equal in their just~stardustiness even if they believe their stardust is some special potion mixed up by the angels of the seventh dimension just for them.....
Which of course is the definition of Papa Houellebecq's atomisation..... and then you have the whole cohort of counsellors, coppers, estate agents, curators of vegetables..... who dare not really look inside their secret box...
especially round here.... because so may of them are London escapees and came up with a pot of loot....
Uponm which said coppers et al even if they laugh about them when they think no one is listening, get their wages paid....
even if it is arresting their monster children a generation later who of course never had the privilege of the 1st dimension which is being brought up unconfused about fairly firm boundaries....

The interesting thing is these people are so rarely even referred to in the other dimension, i.e. reality in the same breath as some Israeli genocidere...or any breath.... when I know, 'twas obvious years ago
As soon as we met fat Barbara never mind others who are going to be such fun revealing all via various media ...
How just as deathly dangerouis they are.... in fact even nmore so as in give the dying some dignity, as in at least if you're on the sharp end of a hammas rocket or quite unnecessary retaiatory sausage drome .... you know why you are being killed.....
the hocus pocus brigade of whom there are so many hidden away (they do of course) ... plotting their next sales campaign via facebook....
manage to keep their reasons for such hateful and just as dangerous ego...obscure...secret...special....
And as for children, they are even worse.....will use those children in any game or madness to the ultimate degree with no thought for that child's psychological health or most basic needs....
Funny how, when the opponent in a simplest custody case is a hocii...
"Let me tell you one law, that sadly I have seen to be unappealable...it is them, you will never ever get them to see sense, make compromise, even listen....and if you happen to have shagged one and it spawned ...woe woe woe is you and them...... never mind that the authorities turn a blind eye....almost always"

I am about to save the taxpayer at least half a million quid, the damage done to just one kid.... that you will have to pay for when Tesco move to wales as they'll do a deal behind everyone else's back....as per.
 never mind two..... in which case.... double or quits.
However, just when you think you know everything there is to smile at rarely....so what's the point of bothering to live ...
As if from the prophet herself...... it is delivered:
"Now, that line in that fucking toilet paper book theyve used to justify their dreadful conceit and Lazyness for all the years since 1926 when it was published ("thanks, slut, for once you're listening, with your team effort 88 years ago")

  Of course, even the person on their cancer bed in the last few painful gasps (wonder when the councillor will popem..... how incredible to be so popular....me...and them)
may yet be able to like a relevation from upon high...of the morphine, dont know about anyone else but being 99.99%  drug free for so many years since I grew up and found reason to be, kids, who teach you it aint you babe...its them...
dont know about anyone else buit i'm looking forward to all those weird and wonderful morphine dreams in the end days....
Wonder if such pearls will occur, still: "hahhh.... now, there's something all my last 20 years of adult life i never thought I could be so clever to think of......
turn it, it...... back on her....
hoist her on her own just~as~evil~as~crashing scuds...petard ....

To think, that line..... give them your love....but not your....
afterall is the nuclear tip to reverse abduction.......
And hell its going to make a great book six......................................
never mind being the most perfect bit of justice in a line of poetry ....ever

Forget not, however....that all stories even if this latter one came from nowhere just like that.... may indeed be about someone entirely other than the actual victim.....
Just a vehicle......
At which point forget all you jerkoffs..... peeking over the dunes down to the nudist beach....

My Sunday PM is for fixing, and at last

(yes, she even changed gher name oficially to "High Priestess"...... you have no idea how much fun law can be if you know it is all connected..... I mean, pissing onesself just like that out of the blue..... you couldnt make it up and turn it into 1000 pages of transcription for free if you tried....)


At last a bit of sorting out my next vehicle, thats when the rack of bicycles have been Moroccanly tended to the endless fix..... cos even the backracks are such shit and we are on Raleigh now....
they break after a few months of use....
One more afternoon on the vehicles ...
Then the one planned for years or at least several..... no, I don't need to look up charriot....blueprint...

At which point....back, properly....to the beginning.





forever trust in who you are......

Now, it really is time....
Never mind the fact that a whole bunch of things all of a sudden start to exhibit a little growth... even if it will all rot back to nothing.
And the paradox of existence is that these dreadful city places temples of bossiness and ego, never mind every other person crowdfunding to each other which negates the whole project in hilarious stagflation (the wise queen earth mother at least gets all those pennies, is all it really has come back down to even if shekels too....) .... if you can wade through anyone with half a brain becoming a  social justice campaigner or activist except it's just for the radio really and no one actually ever answers their emails. In other words they only have half a brain and we can sit and twiddle our fingers whilst DSM iV peruses a new label for them itis....
The paradox is that just occasionally one can encounter 3/4 of a brain in a city person.

None of which matters as the cities become swamps of entitlement to one way of thinking or other and it has always been thinking that's the problem and truth to power means have a good laugh at the last Christians running from Nineveh with just their last frying pan in their rucksack.....
Lets just hope it isnt some redesigned effort by some clever young western designer who's decided it's a really great new twist to have the top~ a dynamic multi~entry system, at the bottom too, so all your stuff can drop out of the zip fails....as they always do....
I mean you couldn't make it up..........

Which brings us to something that is made up, just like all doctrine ever, especially those which are delivered through some direct connection with the divine....
Which isn't very interesting at all. Except what is in my humble opinion is that there is something almost as bad as having your head chopped off, indeed many would say the latter is almost preferable to the slow death of ...dottety dot

Now, the thing with society, which viz public policy is largely because there are those few at the top that pander and do indeed define directions..... is that we have the easy~to~understand ~ the confused philosopher riding the rent in the cakemix. the flaw caused when the wooden spoon splinters stirring the cauldron (AJs 2.99 last a week if you are lucky, just as the Tories plannit, and no more trading standards is the definition of a right wing state.... where AJs director becomes their next golden boy...donor) ....
It is so easy to cast one's binoculars upon the easy cakemixes..... where a bit of overt jihad is on the books, and court papers..... and looks easy on telly, because it isn't really us of course we are above all that......
And our children certainly are far more civilised.....
And their harmless little hobbies such as bit of Omii padre humm .... or lusting after the perfect crystal.... or Mhyrr (cant even be bothered to look up that one, how its spelt....spelt is for munching )
So, society, whitey style, ignores these harmless little diversions.....




"convert or die"
Now, no beliefs little old me have ever impressed as having much sanity ... and to the streetcorner cafe alien overhead looking down, well, it may look as if there is always one common factor, that the stuff gets grabbed.
And then there are bodies: some whitey, even if it is not as many as some decades back it may have seemed possible, some..... are above worrying about the glances upon their unshaven pubes or bums.... or arms or lower legs....
But in certain areas almost all chocolates are so freaked out about it all.....
Which in my book is very silly and always has been.

However, from a distance..... from a distant place, perhaps it could not even be imagined, there are the actual heads chopped off ~ which is all melodramatic and messy, then there is whitey;
Lets leave it as a semi see just for now.




Saturday, 26 July 2014

The Stuff

..."the old chap in his submarine. ever since he invaded...."
A milennia or so later all it comes down to, the hippies fail to appreciate of course them stuck in the same rut.... ISIS or IS or whatever nonsense, lust after the gold even on their fingers..."

And queen number three....how utterly fascinating

"switch the fuck on...*"

* (an hour ago.....)


Friday, 25 July 2014

hahhhhh...... and you never ever thought that pleasure would be again....... there is only...one

"A properly, fairly, reported court case"*

Hahhh..... laughable
* to quote the BBC fantasist these days pass for reporters.
Now, as the latest several queens, one just about to pod and swarm.....
know
I am great with kids and they are first, always.

And also know how absolutely everything to do with kidlaw otherwise passing for fights between adults whom shouldn't be...

Quite simply it is as rare as a breastfeeding woman in Oglebox land that even a court can make findings that are half sane, never mind that reporters, don't... because they don't even have the budget to follow a court case and all its subtleties.

So, as Jimmy McGovern so wisely lobbies via the reporters, there are hundreds of children in gaol due joint enterprise law being used to blanket ban them...from life. And it is so often that way because they cannot even get a half sober lawyer. As in an occasional bit of actual real life reporting the BBC allow us to hear. So, don't they listen to their own stuff..... which kinda proves that there may be as few fairly anything regarding court cases as links left online by Miss Ogle that haven't had some big self regard fight through the lawcourts....
Or to put it simply for the simple minded reporters: When many a newspaper get so much, just say science, so so wrong as the truth reveals over years.... how on earth could a load of morons like Google Earth figure what is true and not.....
hahhh
I mean one is unlikely to even know the facts about who pressed the button that results in dozens of mashed up Palestinians.... how on earth does one imagine part time shift workers behind their lousy screens can screen fact from fighting about what people say online.....
What a ridiculous phase of humanity.




Thursday, 24 July 2014

Universal Credit

Perhaps will herald the Free Enterprise...... end
Heck I just wish I had had a headcam then...... sat in my little taxi overhead at a thousand feet ITN onboard.....
Then I could sue for moral abuse forever victim statement....
The horrors of that cold Zebrugge scene .... imprinted forever.

But of course no one any more gets it..... that such things are called experience from which to learn.....

Now here is a little punditry for you. I didn't know it was quite that revolutionary.... and believe the man in the white hat as he appears to have bothered unlike the rubbish whom litter our state controlled ogolopoly (i mean come off it..if you sell tanks and bombs to Ruskies.... of course they will use them...andof course it'll attract rather a lot of gunruners to kensington....that was the point.... )

What will be particularly interesting is if they decide to try and rush IDS's mess out before the next poll. The big one. I can report that alogorithed upwards I bet it is a good half a million, I mean just the last few months 100% of those and their mayorress parents reporting young (often) 20 something without a usable degree and concomitant fancy job.... never mind the longterm harassed by Jobseeker + .... have gone free enterprise culture ... entre pon errrr ....
Yet when the new rules come in which do not alow a citizen the same rights as big over even very small biz ... to run a little hatmaking skive as a loss~making operation for a few years....
Whilst establishing.
In other words it will be a requirement of receiving Housing/ Council Tax/ and WTC which probably several million self employed in a minor role, require just to keep enough strength to their arm to fiddle the books daily and fill in the endless attack by the beuroticians beautifying a pile of shit....
Which is not enough real work and there hasnt been for several decades at least

When a million or more are kicked of entitlement to a bit of a top up plan because capitalism hasthe inherent little problem of that waste ten or so percent to work.....
because unless they can show in their monthly accounts a profit from day one in accordance with £6/hr of work (30 hrs one assumes still, minimum per week)

Hell there's gonna be an exciting extra million back on the dole in about 3 days flat......

big big huge smiley thing.....
I mean, just how do they think that they are gonna get around that little election losing issue.....





"marketise"

"how much is from wood that is waste...*."

* c Montagu, S

Gosh what a waste, of a quarter of a century near enough even if it feels so near...still.

Trust you seek; the problem has always really been the same which is a scrappy little Island ruled by bossy urbanites. Arrogance.
Take the chinaman, rather gay, but always accepted nevertheless, because about the only not~too~effete mind I knew late 20s......
but he could never accept the arrogance, conceit, never mind despite several oxford firsts, utter moroninness in... "The markets sort everything out ..."
FF 25 years..... because you see as a countryman knows, and it's getting chillier for many whom no longer can aford just quite so much gas for their burning of .... even Angela a bit worried on that front
There really isn't such a thing as waste" wood.....
As the next arts project shall always celebrate.

never mind that the "markets" of carbon trading, there of course being never again enough cash to inspect, everything..... and heck its gonna get funny when they bring in Universal Credit and everyone has to do online monthly accounts..... you think thats gonna work, when a standard mobile phone takes seven hours just to update ....yer must be as mad as my best mate who couldnt see into the future despite all that Oxford time
when they burn more polluting coal to make up for not enough bad burning ion one sector of the market....
cos the algorithms dont get it so it all goes a bit wonky....

WOW.....it is superb...... at least when it comes to original purpose some 30 odd years ago....

I am now even more free.......

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

exactly....

 junior....

even if the previous typo was greedily twisted into "Americanism"... Miss Ogle is let off..... 
espesh when..

we are going to need a whel equipped god~on~her side.....
wired up
TROJAN....

cos of course junior Oggle is just as bad as dad.....

so there's no hope of ever actually finishing anything














god, very small g, mustv helped him......

So, to be in The High Court a month back....in front of senior judgiepoos...
so so smiley....
" Now the lizards are all dying due lack of sustenance....It's really lovely what you guys try and do...[looking at me he ain't stupid, the laylizard holding mums hand becoming yet another part of the problem... they were given the obvious choice ...to talk, but nio, despite his adherence to charitable organisation manifesto on his CV of soft landing..... put the kid first....but he cant even manage to understand his own manifesto....ohhh god it just ripples down and round....] ... who are you!?... [sincere, you can tell at least when an HCJ has his hionest hat on.....].....
and you parents are such nice people [bit of an assumption there,,,makes an ass out of you and I but anyway... blessem..]
surely you can be mediated like the fine man down there [named] nudges you into.... "

And it is in writing, me not important of course, she, little one is.... yet the dad on exit cannot even take the words in "judgie on YOUR side... ignores her bitterness....standard lies.... that was MIRACULOUS...I thought it was maybe a risk too far but it worked   ... the truth worked.... and absolute openness about the fact that you are an absolutely standard slightly ratraced Southerner....  he wrote the ending for you and it is what we asked for.... never mind what should be yours by right..."

Even the father's who've spent the last week boring you with how demure and nice they are....cannot take it in, that peace will prevail.... by order.
never mind be generous enough such that the request for a copy of that one for the biographer I mean never bnefore sucha  wonderful court moment
Is avariciously ignored....

The hate in these lands is beyond all ever known before.....
Because some hate was divided into crime......lets all the rest off.......

But that is all for me, my very very part time world......just so as one can be Dickens if I ever get my life back. And a few elves trained into the next gen....of me.

Baker, he will...... give me a copy...... for my will.
because he knows how to spell honour....... kinda

So, all that one ~ the bigsmopke, left twenty years ago lookin for a woman never born..... as even Mohamed knew a couple of milennia ago....

Or is raggetty her? probably will never know......

Knowledge is far sexier even than her perfect hairline unmadeup or botoxed web of agelines that are branded around her eyeskin....
sign of something ..... symbolising all the rest are wrong

may years I wondered, is it my inadequacy to be unsure about them.... you see in herefordhsire
(oh yes, yest "ok dad..... worry not, because in a way it is easier..... [does she have any hocus pocus nonsense next to your bed rather weighed down by the next generation just about to burst her waters? no, good, fine ok I can do the biz with you]  ... I have learned one thing, which is that take Rachel Smiah even if forget spelling... I have known a few, sadly even the one whom I thought was sceptical and balanced, said she was, no.... the weak are drawn to hocus pocus..... so be not too hard on them..... buit I have seen it in other legal cases Ive helped out on in the background even one two years back as simple as can be but....no, there is only one category of person, ehh wimmin..... whom one will NEVER EVER get any humility, compromise, kind agreement, or even ordinary communication from...... in court matters they will take the stand and lie as if the word were never invented despite living on pretending to be rational worsmith ....  
But it may work to your advantage one day because their absolute inability ever ever to just be a tad circumspect, just back down..... never mind be honest and philosophical..... meaning that one word against their crystal flaws  they will hate and block forever.....
she will make a mistake.....
I have never known one who can even for a millisecond (well, saw a flawed hint once but that was the plot i guess) .... act as if they believe the oft spouted we're all the same stardust in the end...."
Both he and she....smile with agreement

Due the land prices rising, some ten off years ago, the mummies and daddies of Eastish herefordshire could afford to build little woodsheds or set aside land for their second~rate~pubschool daughter's and drugdealer boyfriends to put up their several grands worth of yurt in the paddock....
So they flock back..... having failed to even half survive Notting Hill or Fulham.... via Glasto.... the bit you wont see on Youtube...
And then there is Powys espesh brecon and environs where you get the cheapskate version who arent as good as the elite up NEish.... theyre just nasty....due their lack of esteem not being quite as beautiful as Dorothy....
or as cool drugdealing livinvan chaps.....
But evil .....
true evil......
Is that which the real priestesses of the seventh dimension
The tough ones ~ the mania in thousands of pages handed straight down the spiral escalator right into her newgeneration ipad......

But i never entirely trusted papa H... never mind the stigma of misogyny he was painted with.....

But how could he know? That ...
Even here (silly conceited me ...why did I assume I was wrong and it was more me....)

because there is a line: unpick and carefully peruse some that may be rational from the mad rest of it.. hedgehog delivered.

His clever insight into the thieving cults and brainwashers .....  wasn't even half of it
And this chap, has to go deabduct .....
A little one or two from a whole valley of em......
When the time is right.....
When I am ready...... spring if the gods smile just as that scent of their flower pervades even into the gaol playground....
from where theyve all colonised ....
even if I met the only fine men Ive ever known

Portugal....

God, this is gonna be ....fun!















And I thought Alfie was for real.... (subtitle who says veggies are nice)

hahhh...two whole days left of unbroken sunlight......
Now, when you have a river like mine nearby... you do not need to go away on hols.

And when at last just when you were about to settle down for some me~time doing the one job best of all for the mind, and it does not involve much thinking.... there is the key to the one person who in life did bother you kinda.....

And at the same time it brings to life the fact that Houellebecq really was telling it like it is..... and all along seems the one you did love (even if it became a vicious cult word as soon as Mr Bach goes and perverts it, the other version so so more real ) was so close to all of that unknowable pants


Now, this is really going to be fun: I had not planned on there being a book five innit.... I made my monster, who of course turns on the maker, but I ain't daft I know people....quite well for a near hermit. And am not frightened of any.   And am certainly not frightened of the inevitable failure in the monster~making operation, even if there is one bit I don't get, but...

But for myself, there is one place on this planet having earned my credit footprint wise...
I have longtime wished to return to....
But it is a thousand+ miles away .....

And to discover that ... (it will not be part of the story, indeed is irrelevant other than to say that I had really always kinda felt it was some lacking thing in me... let us put it like this: Now it does not entirely surprise me even if it mifs a bit... I have no interest in your dreadful culture which no longer indeed perhaps never was any attempt to discover some truth never mind healthy state of mind..... because a wise disciple she knows that the therapist knows the therapee.... to pay for the petrol in the tank.... I know no one who lives healthily ~ holistic healthiness despite endless utterences of that stupid word...talking of which it is never ending "execution" "offering" ... all that pants just because a grocer has been caught out selling loadsa crap goods and the punters tending towards the even crapper but a bit cheaper at least you know where you are with Aldi .... which of course you don't when transplanted to YUK as half the goods are a bit cheaper, even if the crackers filled with grit of the undigestible kind never mind unchewable nearly bugger my molars hanging on in there another decade one hopes...the other half utter sky high ripoff .... but to hear that every 30 something analyst and middle manager nowadays defaults to this vicious language of the SAS.... well there really is little hope...because words matter)

Better get out of the brackets, any sense is almost impossible to make even if the next decade is spent in translation.

Ok simple words but I can't give away anything because a good Dickensian diatribe has to have a sequence. Be a cliffhanger, or indeed bungee into the abyss where you are bound to catch the overhang and whack the head so hard the jaw bites down on tongue so hard that it becomes breakfast....
But it would not be divulging too much to say:
In my notepad a week ago, "and I really did think Lilly Allen was a bird from the burbs and painted a fine picture of some actual little brother in some chavvy Presteigne estate well more likely Swindonish....
From real life..... quite jealous actually of the well painted picture. And then we all hear it was concocted...at Beadales.
Which is nothing to do with anything and anyway not researched properly even if it matters a bit because to be sat at the Presteigne Dome saturday and hear yet another poor little young Lilly pretender and it just doesn't fit  ... that one paradise place Ive haunted for many a year to escape exactly that rubbish ... Wentes meadow is a place for light and living in nature and brings people out for just that as theres nothing else around for miles of any note...
Except the best countryside hidden away for miles...

I began to haunt, stalk... the odd babe of Presters years and years ago..... because there were just one or two of the sane ones, the half flower childs... who may just bring their kids up to know that it is ren... and spend the time on the grammar even
Yet at the same  incorporate the nature school and a bit of brown folk are our equals too....

And I thought they were all gone.... even if at last, long long last we've got through to the German that men are not all drunken bastards and arsehole druggies
God when she shines she shines....

And then just like that one has been stalking my lands....... lands that are so fine that you just want to meet someone whom has bothered to explore them. Because there is no shakra or layline that can distract from the peace of it.
But that is running ahead....
Except to say anyoe who escapes up here can only be a quiet becalmed person in a madder world.

If one knew of younger people who needed a good earth mother influence.... one of the ones who humoured the crystal eaters ...kindly.... understood that they were often just weak children damaged.... not to be disdained just carefully tolerated and perhaps gently nudged back from the mail order snakeoil vendresses (they always are..facts are facts...please)

That is indeed why we stalked these lands. hahh hahh.....

Anyway of no real interest being I'm old and couldn't care less much more....

But....

There they are, were?, does daddy pay for their plane fares too?

Perhaps seven or eight years ago over in My Marches.... one would encounter more and more usually wimmin who were on the run (often with a bit of domestic child abduction thrown in just for fun... they usually see it as) .... from the snake pit of all the Charmers and their druid overlords ..thieves one and all, and quite a few clearly rather nasty....

yet remain addicted to that word, well when I was with the thieves of Glastonbury.....
So, never mind rediculous spectacles (said spat out as the wonderful frog once did..... ["hey Mr White suit... don't piss me off with your 2000 gathered at your pleasure for art...I knew this queen once she stood with me in the square at Essouaria so interesting only a few whiteys there amongst the hundreds of young Moroccan men doing the belly dance only for each other.... but that is another reality not mine to explore .... spectacle... everyone addicteeed the specctacuuhhhluhhh {spit} ... me, fifty people gathered or even fewer is the limit to sanity and being human..."

there is no pleasure in the biggest anything, but there is a hell of a lot of pain a whole oilslick upon the latrine spillover that fertilises the famous mud....
They float like oil..... and poison all....
I gradually established....
Alison on the run from them (she very ex civil servant middle class gone fucked up... selling colour therapy at 20 a go)
The Irish one.... with the to die for hippy hair down to her cute arse.... her face, Michelle hahh thats it.... pockmarked not with the silly dietary fad she lives by but by the stress poison of having been kidnapped (that bit one did believe) by the druids....and her benefit stolen for several years of enforced blowjobs
turns out to be a thief steals my campervan oven....
Funny that how a threat of the cops never mind yet another so contemptuous by dint of all those special wisdom of the ancient spirituality and tarot books she carries within her uninsured and no driving license driven ambulance of course far too intelligent and gifted with those special truths they all are connected to....to bother with such technicalities as driving even vaguely legally...
threat of cops gets it back....
But you keep the call log too.....backed up carefully too.....
 just to prove it wasn't you who were "harassing" her following stealing one of ones few usefully prized possessions kindly lent..... as seems one has to by default nowadays

Anyway all that irelevant. Other than to say that one always knew this dreadful Glastonbury thing, and one wanted to associate with some nice earth mum and dads at Rainbow gatherings because there is so much good stuff for their kids congregating round the knocked up pizza oven made of sod ... sincerely wonderful stuff, and curiously they leave their kids alone unindoctrinated with their misc poisons.... because of course usually their heads are so far up their smelly Uranus uprising Saturn's penile ring
...they are actually unaware their own kids are there half the time....

Anyway, one of them... Shakti, lonely and so so confident and earth~mother in chief.... we learned to control.... because she needed so much even if we had nothing other than just good fun friendship and ferrets to play with her boy Corro....
Several; years later one hears "the divine expression of the ultimate being ... a whore.... means i need my parents cash for more travel to search the godhead hidden ion Mordor except Robert ran off with it so poor Jimmy just left with the tapes to bore us with forever....
"... and my dietry fad, not shared by dad..... portuguese [who dont go in for such asbergers and all that other nonsense as in gluten free of rice brings you out in hives.... ] .... means despite my eternal grace upon the man whom ... [not said he no cash left]..... despite my altar in my messy bedroom to man as high priest to the other universe woven into the fabric of  Zoe's ninth dimension.....
he aint ever gonna see his nipper again cos I'm gonna steal him away.... because if he is with dad he wont maintain the same dietary purity aged 4 that will kill him if dad doesnt quite keep to..... i.e. no beast~in~gob.....  "
Shame how often so damaged veggies often are (me a 90% one and ideally beast protein from the seas...cos thats whom we are....
hahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes its back...."coasteering" ... "wild camping"..... so some ordinary holidaymaker decides just like humans have for 100thou years to get on a piece of driftwood, bob round the headland, munch some mussells [90%of human protein the last forever, you can tell by the piles of rubbish... rather belies the still Victorian silly mindset we the hunter no thats just elite occasional sport ]....kip on the sand.... maybe under a bit of hay to keep too much dew off...  )
not only becomes some new fucking wanker version of new~word~sport.... coasteering, wild camping....
(so one thinnest sheet of material elevated a tad the dif wild or domestic....god how pathetic..me i just sleep in the ditch ..often....)
But a whole half hour of nonsense on radio 4 as if the said bum~around~the~coast~a~bit... is some new fucking uberhero for our silly age...
naturally narrated as usual by some dreadful fucking twentysomething Beadales ed no doubt...tart

God I am so glad I am old..... and will soon be far far from reach of this utter intellectual paucity, infantilisation, and sanitised crap....
A non sequiter
and beautiful paradoxical whats that word i always forget cant remember ehh
because crap is crap and always will be
Unless nuclear cleansed perhaps...... there is no hope we need that war.....

poor things... believe their own hype.....

Anyway back to biz...
genuinely sad Shakti (not her real name, course...) yet another thief...
of the soul....and truth
And what a thief.....
(yest: "hahh.... god she was viciously organised, between visits to the manor house [ the one that just got repossessed the local baronet he tells the paper they made a 900k mistake there was no mortgage...laughable.... poor thing....and hes one of the supposedly sane and reasonably businesslike...]... the so called woodland alternative community .... for a go at his cash....
She has everyone;s benefit and tax credit days marked up on her chart on the wall of her yurt, so methodical and Hitlerite final solution.....
for her lust for that one thing they'll all sell their kids for these days.....
And will use ever clever and fanatical means...

As was quite obvious to me even the first time I heard the awful G word....nearly as bad as the ell of L.....

But I really didnt think it was all all that bad.....I thought some of the hate must be inside me..... that self~hate slightly flawed esteem thing we all have most in flagons of Bulmers .. I hope my cupful just a nipper ferret dose...

 until yesterday....
Now, there is ONE of them .... whom I even trusted to be with my child alone some of the time (these arent reprobates by the way indeed they are extremely posh ~ most dress in expensive tie die like Bruce Robinsons fascist hunterwife....her laura Ashley the very VERY expensive variety.....and swarmed to the very expensive Globe of hay when they could be bothered to get around to discovering what ordinary people like me tried out on night one...)
There was one, whom.....
I thought would be reasonably kind and wise ...balanced....counsel...to her best buddy .... stole some kids..... Portugal way....

But to have heard all that....and crosschecked facts...cos i dont do gossip i only do what can be fixed...











I shall give you the seventh dimension.....

Which has a nuance as if the late Rick Mayall (rare for me) spits it out whist prming some Tolstoyan bible into the rocket launcher aimed at Vivian's silly arse....

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

communism (lite?), would have....

ok maybe not driven it all quite as stupidly ...
But perhaps ensured....

hahh in one's late teens a word became ubiquitous....

And of course 30+ years on....... still all you ever needed..........once one has overriden the silly health and safety fiddly control for those too stupid to even imagine they may have a turn the volume down a bit switch.....

Watch out cruel world, government influence has only just begun.....
Which will entirely fail when the goody~goody underdogs state they need a rehearsal for the big one .... (about 50 times) .... yet can't even manage to call in their one Beppeite .... mine..... the only one under 55.... to be rehearsed....
Cos no one can really work together any more...... almost ever.....
No one knows what allies means.....
It means put aside some of the ego..... find the points of generous conversion rather than only of diversion....

And if someone says well since you Mr powerbroker do rightly state "hell, it, society....is so so fucked its untrue..."
surely you understand what authentic means.....so take the white fucking suit off..... cos every parent even the undreclass you so actually do despise ...used to know...... that light stuff shows the dirt of your pissstain far far more than dark... and the concomitant extra washes.....
As the REAL queen gets sat near you.....
Are all just vanity...... if you preach under the label well at least follow the fucking rules.....
My book (about #10 on the list ongoing ... describes how almost every act of environmental vandalism, offshored, as it is racist to assume the ragheads dont all want big fat plasmas and unless they see us cut washing machine use by 75% will sure all lust only after their own too.....
....almost every load of stuff burnt rather than recycled, or left in the black bag cos some emotional crisis comes along to interfere along the lines of "im too abused/unfairly treated/ sad/ unhappy/ wonky/ and all the rest of the fucking excuses for eating too much sugar, too much grape and being a fool... "
Almost all acts of The guardian or (closet Torygraph) reader ignoring eco habits that the even half educated have known for decades should be automatic.... is pure vanity.

But no, of course all of you know dont yahh that it's not really YOU...it's everyone else.... oh there's always an excuse or reason .... not even to bother knowing what the rules (vaguely not~too~fascist but balance tipped towards precautionary principles just for a few decades maybe until ....)  may be....


Unless the brown folk of the world, and all those middleEurope who got rid of 99.9% of theirs.... see the decadent west make a proper "sacrifice" which it isnt cos fuck the fun Ive had the last year .... and no it doesnt include anything to do with wholes...
unless they see we can slash the emissions and coltan grabbing by a lot.... why should they bother....


And talk of sacrifice, the meaning of sacrifice is only one, being, when some time ago you were 100% sure the mission well underway, and loads a fun and interesting essays underway too.... a fair few Montaigne may wink his hooded lid at....
To have the last month essentially put it largely aside such that I have lost great lines to be used from elsewhere, magnificent characters, well one or two, need noting down and corresponding with, too have lost the track of all that  just for some bimbo who can't even spell experience .... and some failed venture (it will unless real voices can sing...)
Is just education..... which is far far more important than my vain attempts at being regarded well....
But the last laugh on yoo..... I don't need that..... that stuff only gets in the way of your own internal map... the one where you just cant lie or you are daft....
But then there's no money in that for the shrinks so .....
 











Things you will never [innix, now we have all the time in the world, having innix succeeded there will be time to decode..in italics... cos you cant on a title

that second innix is after success....which of course doesn't make you happy unless you are a jerk

Things you will never hear me say, NEVER...
Along with my 3 or 4 billion cousins, despite the same DNA (evolution hasnt had time yet!) ....
hahh what a BORE the next fifty years is going to be, all those new maybe~genes for the schitzo explorers to attempt to decode....
cos you so so hate the different

(the key to any swinger of the moods [not me but I have studied, furthermore everyone's does...'ts called being human..]
Is develop two kinda "identities" for political persuasion ~ cos...... as Mr Z sung its all political, and when you're like me a turncoat from one persuasion.... age 16 and retained integrity....as the REAL new queen met Sunday laughed....fuck they can smell you a mile away....

It is all very simple, yes you have to have a few simple identities for expediency.... and my dwarfs as theyre too small to jump to the highest for joy at that impossible turn of events.... do at least begin to get it....

Things you will never ever in a million years even after planetary psoriasis causes bubbles of scratchy hot earth blah blah ...

Like any even half respectable Afghan or Pakistani ... same DNA so why should they..... "it is too hot...
Hahhh now...if we did have the severa weapons of ultimate destruction primed and ready to let loose....and influence the government for which I didnt know you can be dun for!
This would be time to launch..... when Evan Davies is just preparing his first babywords for Newsnight (youre finished, all journalism now ceases....the woolly condom party have just won the next election...)

All sat there complaining about the at last real real summer day reminiscent of the very best of 76.... and as for the corn....
All putting your feet in buckets of cold soup cos some silly mindfulness guru on daytime telly told you it works.....
Me, Ive done 50 degrees in the Midnight Express cell....and force fed hot soup for lunch......
And every second was called the best experience ever
As the NEW forever queen gets.....

Heat turns me on, and only makes me want some more to marry my baby .. who may indeed be as blase about a little thing which is the seed of life....

And then...... at long long last...... (how beautiful he bore the torture device...."dont tell them Rob..... I hide....[just for effect indeed exact opposite..] ..... "
"hey mate... they..... they're getting even sillyarsier than ever...[and he should know, he knows what is stuck in many of their boxes, as he does the sticking..."

It may be the perfect temperature to work, writing, as now, full sun.... but one has earned at last just a bit of time to....
do what is the only real thing in life...