Friday, 3 July 2015

remeber....so so many double edged scythes.....
even in my own perfect tool box.... and shed

Alabama......??

the recipient of socialist inflow and lovely touchy feely caring socialist wealth distribution....??
was that wehre we were talking about, my Welsh debating soc lived there when i pointed out this example of far far nbigger begging caps than Yanis' ....and was telling me he lived soemwhere amongst a load of trailer trash and one older freethinker called hismself socialist and they damn run im out of the county....silly billies, no dont ask (the only real friend i think) yank for help.....   cant even bear the words that cure even if theyve already had the drugs....

hold it:

...walking along, knowing why Mrs Baldie ..well i always knew... but seeing the proof of the silly tart should be sacked from several jobs..... cos it never...worked.

(imagine for now a photo and bird stuff is really hard in fact if you hang out in a hidden ultra~nature reserve.... you wander up quietly..... first the cattle bolt [so many neurotic young this years moos cows ive encountered lately I wonder if they are not rebranding themselves national metaphor...hmm...money innit!].... or just a few sheep shuffle..... usually it is the Moorhens which are most attuned that signal.... they duck down deeper and down....    then the ducks go and make their racket scardey cats.....
all of which to the Lady are as if early~warning radar devices they can read so perfectly and know to keep one eye open ...for nasty two legs.....
But at last..... i beat the system..... only for five mins of course...... but.....
systems.....
parasites....
thats all it is, ever was......... communist... the whole damn thing.

so imagine the pic..... however there are other shier birds..... to be left alone.....
thing is mind reading ..is so hard.

nay.....

ooh and by the way....
naysayer
i have LOADS of jobs to do i would far far better place fuckin rather be doin than anything with these particular keys..... like my summer yurt needs scything around...
(cancel that Gerrrr i think the proper campers of Mongolia call em...)
and my fixing operation is now ready and fully tooled up.....
(largely the unused tools of the mad asnd sad)

but I actually enjoy, always...what curiously fabulous little backflipos and
barrel rolls and all sorts of other loopy loops...the mind can come up with...if it must

As long as....youve done the work....which is indeed plough through the dense undergrowth of Messrs Pilger or....well we give Chommers a miss he's too humourless..... earnest and nervy....
and a few others....

Indeed if you think about it,  in many ways, suppressing the press with political actions against all those hackers when even the whats isname black rasta comedian sortof from the 80s... knew full well its always all had ears....

 No one can afford politically to piss off Pravda ... with lighten up Melanie.....

In the main, not Frankfurt-im...  and London has even become Moscow.....
Commie.....
Underneath I bet even those actually successful commie Basques are fuming at the ... the damn cheek of the man.....

Right, i need some sane subcontractors...... some help....not for me, not for any person who is their own self....  a man can only keep this up so long before he goes and .... needs his hol

tweet tweet....

(be clear all great thought was only ever about the local even if in my case no one under about 35 which is the actual age of maturity.... would ever in even the smallest way be pinpointed down to the geo locatable never mind facial hair..... so this is no meta study....even if all is universal .... )

Now..... in simplest only a few lines of communication will fit on the small screen language.... if the fuckers want to fiddle with the EU this end too..... i believe that there should be some reframing the actual question.... which is do we accept largely socialist principles or not....

But that needs a reframing of something else.... if i was not being very very busy and creating a whole new little viral thing on a Greece in a bottle to chuck out into the choppy waves youre all addicted to thinking you'll forever be Bobbin on.....
(fuck its good...Yan+me..... real, genuine, actual, pure pure art....in fact it IS as good as that Play for today..... with real laughs..... that even the thickos gonna get in fact every rule of comedy is in it master stroke....)

oh fuck me up it slow and deep ..... "til he made me cry"
a bit of old AC/DC ....you simply cannot beat....

Thing is, firstly you have to black art tell the truth.... those Tories I mean, firstly they go and confuse and make half mad most of the claimants and those whom are just about functional managing to survive their sanctioning done in a way that even Potty Pol himself would admire and want the blueprint for.....
so the half that havent been driven clinically insane....... (I mean just the piles of mumbo gobbles your head and ...well you may as well be talking with a  yankee Gook.... the paperwork is mad, so why not respond by letting DWP make you mad [not me i dont claim havent for a long long time...but the amount of cash i save em they owe me bigtime.....big, big...].....

so drive many of them into self employment which is just a bit of extremely minor artisanship like one i knew a bit makes one hat a month and pretends it takes her 24 hrs a week for the 52 quid....
And then there are a smaller proportion who have [rightly, no quibble]  been asked nicely to go and do a few shifts a week at McDont expect us to honour our verbal contracts on work promised so you can take up that nearer flat and then 2  mths on lose yer deposit when we fess just kiddin.....

Anyway a fair few have 10 or 20 hrs a week just to feed themselves the rest of the time so on edge with nervous exhaustion waitin for the phone to ring...or a whats app i guess as deniable when they get in and some twats changed his mind or its been just a joke....

So, we have a whole new class of very very tread~lightly~on~t'earth artisans...and few can afford to buy their silly even 50 quid hats or 4 quid artisan loaves..... cept the thieves of Hay and Presters....
A whole rank of  (are you ready ...to rock, no wrongly remebered, shot down in flames hahh hahh... fuck its narco terrorist emotional vandalism to play with the code which is the very occasional good direct lift.....but then, you are lonely, or you wouldnt be reading this garbage..... and the best way to get loads of new friends quick....is in the queue at the door of the whacky ward or funny farm.... so, I am good.... that is what i mean for you, i am kind....i listen to the pain of my audience....and know what you....need)

So, artisans... small really useless businesses, with so little growth in fact (taking out the several sectors which dont even deserve the title of sector, being cash and hairdressing and [oops i forgot her, that shows how post~feminine i am... the, i mean i have stood hours and watched her in just orgasms of fuckin elll they dont make real wimmin like that over in the other valleys..... shes fuckin animal and eve all in one.... my fairly longterm number one mate..... i even forgot to go follow up with my promised map of the dunes of O.....
and that little shack just south of Essouaria.....she said she's so lookin forward to.....  tho hates me as Im just a bit...browner than her......]

 Anyway back to the point, artisans, growing institutions for the football stadia of the mad outside queing ....
lots of part time work and such bad productivity that  surely the stuff must have reduced in quantity by at least 10% if the productivity's down 15......
The poor have nuthin left to pay overpaid taxes on the credit side....as HMGs known yonx (their endless threat letters just bluff.....ive been saying years and now its true....)....once theyve paid for their drugs and tattoos and other drugs they say are just for fun.....

SO, we have an untaxed rabble that also the state knows to avoid and just pay a bit sometimes cos fuck they smell.....less stuff, ok they for years avoided the truth of we subbed it all out to smellier Indonesia or wherever else but.....homegrown stuff down too surely....

pretend there is an economy to sustain the YUXIT credit rating and dupe the voters into more....
a pretend economy (along with as King George so beautifully put a "pretend" war on IS....)

I mean how, clever, kind is that...... less war, [far] less stuff, less work for your pay.... less commuting as they can't aford the expensive buses that went up 20 odd percent plus....share the work....

The problem with young natty dressers like the Socialist worker man i met.... is they dont know that its the ...truth.....that hurts...

Maggie would be doin a fater and light a spinnin if she knew...maybe thats why she saved us all the trouble and saved the taxpayer any more pennies...


this is indeed the greenest and most socialist government.....almost ever......
 yet no one even....knows....

In which case re~frame Europe.... you adore Socialism..... so dont run away from its home.... espesh when if Daves truly clever alternative take on it all goes a bit pop goes the bubble..... those Greeks have shown that no matter how fuckin much you piss em off....
theyll at least ...or of course they is a silly media construct as there are always loads of differing factions.....
Not all of em will when you come with the beggin hat....piss innit

(really OMDL i just thought of the abuv..... but its true...if anyone can gonzo~jounalise [no drugs ever, nor other than once even a paragraph drunk....] .....  if anyone can just sitn [theres hell in the office and i mean it..... the moment of death....to the soul...nowt mybiz i did best....
I mean yesteraft wandering a whole new far more insightful and far more FUN level of discourse just flowed as I am stalking ....and saw her ...at last....
....which is on tab and even the jolly nice acid [never except once, spiked] .... wouldn't be able to bring up what imagined yesteraft ... and fuckit this load of pants just gets in the way.....






















(is it too atomising to several times  a day [on duty, the beauty of big nufin is the only thing that allows me to return to the soil in the head..... i do think my notion of the provisional wing reformatted into the Browns is quite good but maybe can do better..].....seevral times if on duty [not every day, French hours increase sanity and productivity too....poor ourlot will never stop kneejerking against spesh the Frogs did indeed after a few years weirdness apparently make it work.......] "[though sort of here but never really, this is just a workshed]i am not here, i do not exist..... ".

prior a priory...... as an alternative to.......of late thank the gods all 13 ofem......... get back in balance with the only molecules that really matter...be left alone wandering around the results of em in my hills.....no it aint cos it reminds no hope down there...... with any of it..........)

henhouses, should be consulted on too....

....so the problem (still so so so on hold you couldn't make it up..... go and lose yourself on a 2 hr recording of an AC/DC concert ...if you want to be made...bitter, and any recent problems even if they befall others as if the fox is after their arses and no one ever told them that you build the coop twenty feet up....with a barrow ramp the foxy cant easily zoom up or if she does....she'll only gobble one at a time instead of her policy of slash'n burn  the only way you can let the chuckies out a'day [no that shouldn't have an appo i guess...but then no one knows the rules any more Camilla of course said there aren't any....and i dont follow em either as the diet shows....the rules, ask an elder who has spent half his life no one else to talk with but the hens...... and he [in this case, she...my friend Sally even of course if she nuclear exploded desperate for luv..... when she already had it, because only being so together you manage to outwit those sly ones.....and set a great example of why dnee i fink of that..... is worth anything that you'll never find in her fuckin Bud~lite tracks.....even if that should be tracts i mean as said to the JWs yestermorn... religion matey leads to cathedrals in Hereford putting a blue light in their bogs so the junkies kill themselves....fuckin luvlee your lot..... piss off n die [in very very nice language] ......)
the problem is of course growing up in a continent of neurotics, you have to be so so loud that you must come over here and spread your rubish on our wirelesses...i mean fuckit at the moment it is BOTh of the daily short story slots.....
all the thought slots are as if direct from America.....
I renounce all American music forever now the turkey has come home and roosted in my loft ....bigtime.... and if it hangs itself before laying down in front of the mullahs to have itself bled too.....nowt to do wiv fuckin me
I brought myself up on....
[actual real. chance]
Australian thought....
(i mean what a turnup....the Wales department.... he told me yesteraft he brought himself up on a Monday dose of Pilger ...for 20 years.... ..... and he is younger than I....[even if the app would i bet have im looking more aged....]....)
Though in fact the only time I went to listen to them (none of my so called friends would even lower themselves half way down to my level which was way way above their but knew you have to be moved by simpler things too...... in that particular case, ones eardrums moved to the point of diaphramatic destruction..... simply put, there was very very very loud, even too much for my eatrly 20s ears....and everyone elses..... and you cannot for all your clever tech or anything else clever ....get louder.
There are limits, and always will be.
Anyway I bet the Ozzies will not be joining any flies buzzin around the ragetty heads or any other renegade nation.....
Too busy recovering from their party too...... at least it had some simple good old fashioned harmonies....
Just...to drown out the silence....



 perhaps the best way to deal with several bombs on their way.....is
hmmm....



(what is it about Camilla.... [i mentally troll with 'oh god..it's the problem again...Fatman Gellish.... she IS the problem.....didnt work, and cannot admitit...and i know why......anyone who puts their career and charity spoon feeding her flab, could never know the reality of always no matter what always being there for...child.... rather than the auditors....have a parent a real one not scared of her own ovaries and the mess that comes out......in charge, only, ever]...what its about.... dictate the truth....  shout it out loud.... we could never afford Camilla and her organisation's expensive tastes and websites and all the rest...... and PR.....and fuckin saccharine version of whatever needs to be..... it does not and never did...work.........
.. because yes, shout it loud... there are indeed so so many sick kids..... no one read Affluenza and not even the author himself could be bothered to spin his loose ambulance wheel .... forward.... that takes hard work....30 years....as Hull~man quietly knew....)

And as for "chatrity"..... in the land where every middle aged fatwoman with expensive tastes they knew years ago the very best sector to be left alone with pots of gold.....
Government ....  institutions, proper ones....may well have created the problem by then subcontracting to the next pretend layer down....  but only good institutions that arent head up their own bum and hunkering down for the Apocolypse to come ...
But are the only way back out....
Socialists dont of course in their terror of The Mail .... say so, but they know so..... the only actual game in town and problem is that socialists personality disorders of hey~were~in~charge~now~so~Mr~Florence's~queues~to~see~Ignatief~are~for~the~little~people~not~us....(when was that? Blair's redfinger bloodsoaked dawn of course .... just back from Poland, me). need to put their fuckin house in order with a bit of  manning up to how ....
Just knowing what a the first few lines of the Socialist manifesto may be.... is a start....


(not Nmibia...... I know where...silly me... there was only ever one great book..... no one's sharin even  my copy......)

(entirely on hold......... especially the new section that has arisen from nowhere......   on outreach and features one Baldie Clare


hhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
the sickness that just seeing her (never before) .... the i knoew she would like that...but not as that bad....
is allayed by ... The Mail headlines they wanna sack her.....  !! )big smiley thing pissin itself as it sloshes in the wellies)
oh no that would be too kind......


(please assume nuthin...... you have no idea what back alleys Im off down next assume nuthin except very very hard fought for wisdom.....)
which is all totally off the point....
(i was awoken today by the most scary words you can hear....more on that maybe one day....but it is the price, you....paid.... for not listening to Olly)

But shows that the mind can always work because i have a huge load of entirely original new thought on several tabs.....
And then a whole new phase from yesteraft ramblin.... (which does get in to the nub and is very nasty about a woman....)

And then there you are ..(very) rarely a bit too "tired" whatever that word means, to easily doze off .... so crawl down to the shed....dial up the screen... and having seen the best movie ever which shows that Murdoch never needed to be (Walkabout we shall come back to later)....
Hmm....
now i sort of remember some of them as good.....
And have looked at a few the last few years.... the one on Hull, the reality of it was simply magnificent and would make you sort of sorry for anyone stuck there ....and give insight

But.....  to prove.... that in fact just superb writing... can break through some things (entirely contradicting my long hard thought through philosophy on Sundayaft listening to Mister fuckin great perfect writing so good history becomes a laughing matter (unlike one little genius~to~be i never liked history... the problem is in the title...his and i always liked birds....)

But tragedy in a comedy.... you could not make up...a study on how utterly noncified and "jerkoff" all comedy including Rich Hall whom i used to rather like....
compared to what in fact used to be them times when people could really write..... never mind act

never mind a study in PC and nonsense and.....

I just got very proud to have been dragged up in the 70s.....  shame it didnt work on our whole generation which in fact is proof that the whole shoooting gallery was.... LittleMissGuided oh well how sad never mind....





yes, take one quite interesting episode of Horizon.... therein my research .... but I did the real research beginning ten years back... the way that some underclass tart soon to be forced back onto the game... the housing benefit cut, a shift at McDonalds is a 30 mile bus journey away so theres a net loss on it...
(now those fine couple of JWs yestermorn, they did at least get that..." yes... i see that one [the decimation of the youth in the shoulderlands... policy to reduce services overall means relatively ..in fact it is a zero sum Brian Coxification... in the city or large town you can still walk, in the countryside its not an option when half the buses are cut which relatively has ten times more "effect" being as in the towns and cities theres an alternative route just a few streets over...

cant be bothered to even begin to sort out those quote/bracket and other readability tests ..... fuck, godsquad always were selfish bastards and failed...)

Yes Horizon... now, as even the nasty letters in the back of Prospect Magazine (I think that surely is the infantile moment) ... must be anotated with "no patient confidentiality rules broken in this article," when actually no patients are mentioned, but the doctor who herself needs some fuckin whacky work on her!
And the doctor is writing about herself...
I mean fuck me its not surprising that half of London couldnt even care any more about giving them selves SIDA in the chem toilets...


I know exactly....where the line is...in respect of confidentiality.... indeed that line I could write the bible on... the true one...
SO yes, LLandod tart.... (no one would know whom... because even in the healthy food shops poor thing they have forgotten her... just as they forgot to stock a little reasonably cheap healthy food as they used to.... ) ...indeed no one paid her any attention it would seem..... I did, still do...remember....
 . was introduction to the usually female of the species whom uses the names of prescription drugs as almost a swearword at you....

The underclass or whatever you want to call that sector which is just as inteligent, nay even clever...viz their own stuff like how to paint yourself with the pretty pictures permanent....(on your taxes...) ...  The ones that i would have dealings with on the "i want to go public/ oh no you dont cos the lizards never mind the Stasi will have so fucked up, lets  unfuck up the paperwork first...

which, class... the class structure of placebo chips.... perched there on the shoulder along with the very healthy fish [perch...gettit i am far far funnier if you could hear the treble entendres....] ...  the class structure of footstamp...
(nothing to do with me being i was the lucky one  early 2000s.....learnt balance....)

let's put it simply, it sure is confusing when someone with huge piles of paperwork (known ridiculously as "the bundle" ... I mean it is there in front of them, so it could not be clearer, justice or at least crashin and burnin....you need to operate on their terms.... which is far more in writing than the silly public know and anyway you can just read out the script if you need to do it as a stand up....

Oh no... they..... you, your children relatives mad and bad.... can to a woman, quote exactly the names of every complicated medicine ...
they spit them out as quickn'loud as a jolly good bit of AC/DC to wake yourself up ....
But would they sit down and quietly work through the story ... just write it out in a few simple pages .... to later on stick to as [true] script......
Madness, define....never mind an undiagnosed sin drome which if i let DSM 3 1/2 know about my copyright wedge would pay for me to buy Greece.....
And go for a holiday on a lovely deserted beach....








seventeen.....

Now, before we get to trolling (of the many new words, that one in particular I don't know what it means, being all just comes down to spatial~philosophy.... what inhabits it and eventually whether or not it reaches you... outreaches...
All i know is Mrs Baldie makes a fuckin fey livin' off it....
Would I have even half understood at the time ?....
Random speed of light into the future (no that's no good, put it this way, even I need some what did the wonderful Antonia prescribe on the one occasion for many many needs i couldn't sleep and began to look into the shattered mirror too deep....
"poor you... i know the truth as do quite a few of us.... thought i may see you one day with all that telly stuff..[far tougher to do than any time or penitence... because you end up thinking, "fuck am i a jerk? no... gotta do something.... watched telly getting sillier and more Tube~like... and hyped up nasty dangerous stuff.... which all becomes a vicious circle spiralling into all sorts of madness....]... no, sleeping pills are dangerous ... there is one small sticking plaster which has few effects other than some minor soft landing and you wont wish again because it doesn't at all go anywhere near those parts of the mind...
hahh and i cant even remember what called
(that is the scary thing of society you remember what you need*...[society poisons you into parlance in respect of]  
I knew i never again needed a few days on the beta~blockers....
and need is entirely in your head,,,, and by definition almost entirely wrong


how wrong.....

(it is a sad world where, being as the function to listen from my pannel before puting a tune i~upear.... so don't fuckin ever work that I have to listren to my own channel, via blogpage...but he's cute....


but #1 was never as good as the perhaps a tad looser and fuckitall.... #2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_NzE3b0s3I




Alberta


Get Orrffff .... I mean it really is enough to drive the sanest stable mind nutty as a fruitfly
(farming today, buy goat!)

Anyway there you are.... you type in Alberta #1 into youtube and it comes up fine,
and is 100 times better even if the problem with all that gold:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqDgOwEPhKQ

but into the blogger play a little tune to the audience panel and this chap comes up...oh well the Juden didnt conquer all...

(lying, but not really.... you see that screen, and the commentariat.. i heard where they come from yesterday ...  the screen ... I really do not look at any screen much... it is a rare thing that I can even see my own screen as I am usually at it in the blazing sun....
pure out~of~routine noticing the last typo....
hmmm forgot the place aimed for (my Wales debating society yesterday was super on it " no mate Ive been there loads....[small state so broke it would make Athens seem like the temples of syrinx or whatever they dreamed up...] and makes this place [we were compairing with] .... a holiday in a study in sanity )








Thursday, 2 July 2015

Outreach, number 1... Aberta

video

(yep, reminder, even the very socialist republic of Yankeeland operate wealth spreadaround  from the rich coke dealers of Hollywood and The Street into the gobs of the one~eyed~monsters of ... ehh forgot whats that really really very poor state...... that the EU would be proud of if they could manage....

probably George, king...himself

though giving the very best thoughtful exposition upon IS I have yet found...indeed most helpful, can't quite bring himself to say

IS...the ISiness as the dreadful fancy nuveauBud~light quaffers of the educated Britisher effete who manage to stick it at a few festivals mat say....
It's like this (no one will ever know whom the sidecar may be or maybe it is allegory for everyone....but one person who will never be spoken of ever .... was there walking, the Peaks almost as close as you could touch  em... when I saw one and said how jolly appropriate yes been looking for my parable and there it is....)
Of the sidecar "[and short cut language is always o'fencive to someone so shut the fuck up assuming anything] ... 'tsasif... two thirds of the mind works fabulously...and the other third they may as well have chopped it off emselves...its just not there....or at least very wonky~to~death"
There is only one simplest issue, whilst I would personally ship every single even one hair on another humans head hurt  to the Jungles of the Potters....for life or at least a hell of a lot of kind reprogramming with tickle sticks....
indeed all violence is disgusting as no one has ever knew why they were ever even contemplating it....
My reading, ehh.... heard a story of the ultra~mullahs touring the buses looking for converts ) i mean how many J Graham types would lower themselves to fundamentailising on the buses, none, cos they bombed em all years back......  taxing the market traders to pay for the new accommodation for the new sisters.... blah blah....
the only question in even Europe is...(lefties please come back last evenings eureka is still a tab but not enough sleep to overcome the embarrassment..) ... socialist oui, ou, non....

There is only way to de~radicalise, which is yet another anathema.... for pacify, those with definitely unquestionably such that I would at least go and drive the ambulances for those fab Kurd babes looking for glory with their popguns, fucking outrageous and silly views on what next and whom and who not may get there intact or not.....
.... only the truth will set one free in the great finality ...which is certain areas of the Middle East are going a bit more (likely fake when the truth rears up and spits in their eyes) ...  nuvuaue~socialist......  (minus the wimmin are equal sign of course, no accounting for extinct dinosaurs)
So instead of going off and bunking up with the fighters of the Eastern left bank front..... we need you here!.... cos
Thats what Greece is off to the Poles for.....
Thats what even the Ratty one has seen that fuck when the cuts bomb hits his rich little enclave fuck somethings gonna go bang....
Or indeed perhaps just proves that only a few brown people can still read.... sitting at home and sulking between sessions at the expensive tattoo parlour on your ESA payments .... aint even thinking....why...
which is of course exactly what our establishment wants...and i shall not be letting the cats out.....
cos i had enough....
Hmmm.... Namibia...? hmm....
.
Though atomised, weirdly headed off.... the wonderful scholar i met a year back in the last place you would ever expect to, Mr Amir....  his first words on the dreaded subject were "its a very socialist doctrine..." ... so if that word werent banned here, by deirfault...Mail et Al.... maybe they may think a little twice before bags a packin....
Thats the only way.... you can rarely stop people, but you can show them  where the goalposts in their manic Osbornian ballet rambert and Lake put together.... should be on the home pitch... (and will be as sure as the Tories never really "won" anything....
And with a jolly good ask again...if the right question were put on the sidelines....
could quickly be bigtime losers for a whole Margret lifetime...
Bring on as many cuts as poss....quick...now.... (ive leaked various versions of how bad it really is... they in fact to maintain the quick guaranteed housing benefit and council tax relief...every one i know in fact does believe their own lies...and that really is sad....)
make it 24.... fifty billions worth of squeeze....
sooner the better
More ways than one...
Shake em up.... because now borrowing (i mean in fact the urns who dont~ enough to pay what they spend on fatty foods...what a great service they are doing highlighting end of the gravy tap..... )
...shake up our average person...  freak em out....
throw away all the nets....
pull the (new unused, your health service believes is trash) rug, mat, fancy lino..... from under their feet....

Then they'll have it all very very simplified....
Left, right...... left again....
I always go right, left is horrid.... but thats another story








fixing the sidecar though .... that's another matter....
but what an interesting question....
if one of the maybe crucial keys were stuck in the lock ... will the connection scream even more rusty than ever before and all those sharp tools end up dual purpose....  or.....something else
Even Taleb would just toss the priceless dime.....
....and no idea whatsoever which side the Odds.... have work their magic upon

In fact there you go....

never mind Mr Theroux with his ten years to figure what to say ...it takes near a day
to realise what a jerk and liar, of several told....
No, the story is not the big gift ....even if the ancient ones told a few groovy ones but talk about inventing bleak depressive tracts of oh welll... fuckem...I'll just go and sulk in my bedroom and build a new bed..... and fuck her into the next generation....
which is one way of looking at it all....
almost Buddhist....
Light on groovy jokes if you ask me.....

I was wrong even if pretending anyway..... I am right, I mean go back to your dull personal lives of what happens between you, say for example and an actual book....
how rare it is to go back a  few paragraphs and try and reread the thing....
try and get it... accept you may not have paid adequate attention in the first place....dunno about you but in always slightly disconcerts me, in fact it is one of the few things which actually does in the should i, and why didnt i pay attention properly in the first scan through.....
There is only one thing thats priceless.... of any real value....
And you must pay it bigtime to ever know one smallest detail of my story
And its gonna get even more Medusan snakes spitting in your eye.....
attention...
and
more of it....and lots of it in the past...
I may need shed loads of cash ... which is something you only seek when you know why
But pay lots ...huge Bundesbank loanbook cathedrals of attention....all required
one day....
maybe you'll get one peek sometime at some
truth
curious too....
maybe even quite interesting...
but you wont be able to even write the review until
you
pay

Back to HARD...work.... and dualities..... now if i were the sort of person that sought audience with other than just one or two readers....
Talk about the ultimate in an interview that no clever Central European (Horizon or was it Panorama on silly white men doling out antibiotics so the Indians go copy they arent dumb y'know)...
no clever very CE chappie would be able to dig up newbugs fast enough even with every JCB in the land on standby....
to snuff out....
the virality.... even if its many a post since we could even be bothered to tag, or make visible to the Engines....
(in  alnd where tags get mistaken for words...mad)

ignorant.....when even the preachers dont know about their own reasonably interesting pinup boy....

An interview...which works on two levels...to the kids:..... impossible to make up and brave, unscripted near perfection.... to the one intelligent person maybe left who can hear the ,metaphor for it all.... perhaps King George... didnt know he was going to try and spike the poor little silver spooner....
London town ...

Let me work on it...leave me alone.....
It is just what this non~debate really needs..... and not even i thought I could make The Greek laugh...for real... but it was in the timing....
hmmm its almost as if the fuckin gods rigged the whole fuckin thing just for....you..... i dont care about one click never mind the rest
I only care about Cuban stuff.....  tho sadly missed that boat afore the decks are so crowded with Yankee Admen ...oh well theres always some wilderness or other left out there in the Stans or nearby


"both, buddy.."

though not said, I am far more flattering and of the people when with the folk.... "wow what a great way of answering that genuinely hardest question you pose rather good [the second part of the comp was true]" they want a sidecar connection after several days never answer their ''Books {thats a double ' as in remove the f as most selfies are fake anyway poor cockZucker never will get by the sounds of it} either
" ask them questions that cannot be answered yes or no (that Peter out so, even the ultra nice young ones who sa....ask them what they think...."
both..... but it's the outbound that aint working....so far....

listen...i always listen...have time to, thats all the answer really ever was..... buy two £1 (knocked down from a tenner yet another fine trader cant compete with the quid shop...where at least you know it'll fall to bits in a week...whilst buying time, to reorganise the desk.....several...all this fixing.... just requires a response....never give up)

now, wigs..... of course, (hahh thank you upstairs....just as the English disease comes up my path of fuckin strimmin when if they melted em down for scrap theres another half a bus..... even if with austerity much later than last year thank the gods all 12 of em.....let it rain and rain and rain..... for several reasons)

wigs.... you know you lost the original, that it will only be a wig.... and that all response is a two way energy transfer...
yet somewhere deep deep down the placebo wig can work, (even if you absolutely know as sure as Swans are mean shy bastards that are good for nowt but ferret food, that it will not ) , in which case it will.... period.
placebo wigs, are weird..... but that doesnt make them not work wonders for the mind they adorn...all you need to know about the human skull and in fact most of the human shaped sac... and if someone else can do better well good luck to em.....

self aware....

Now of course the whole shooting match...began ....
in more ways than one as soon as that became the Sermon up a little hillock...
I do not do self~aware.... I just do occasional review of the data, though most of the time canny be bothered or unfortunately there are too many hillocks interfering with the day which should just be walking up to my private little reservoir where... this year there are even stroppy teenage heron... a first.

Anyway the data clearly shows, having filtered for randomness and hairy armpits... a change, and unseeable new level of strength and just head together despite it being near bald ...
But also.... the not knowing what is in the placebo wig.....
No idea whatsoever....
But just that inkling that it may make the girls smile....
Just that notion that it may do just as good as the original ....
I cannot deny even if it should really be the quantum placebo wig cos blink and its gone up in smoke even if you do get to see it.....
Hmm...time for a Hamlet

Anyway all this Jewish nonsense when Mr taleb came up with the only good sermon, and I love it the fact that really.......even the surivor, the made sweeter fruit whatever fockin f is for finger stuckup.....
silly tarts of the birdbooks might try to articulate for cash.....
You just know the Black Swan is not in any way glimpsable, it does not allow itself to reexist even if you have seen it....
(talking now just about the inner self of feeling that you will feel tomorrow always as you felt yesterday and now whatever now means...no one or anything in particular)
That word, feel, maybe the silliest of all.... I feel(now) ... but I cannot even begin to recognise what i may feel if things are diferent...
Is all you ever really need to know even if the hardest and most impossible lesson to transmit....
Maybe we are not homo~narativits in any way at all because the truth is we just dont believe our own stories....
homo~blind
homo~verydumb
homo~justadictedto eastenders....


(i mean what kind of fuckin teacher / 2 necktie done up nice n perfect preachers havent heard of..."look he may have his media loviedome now going to his head, and arse.... but HE did reach the younger people just a tad with his even occasional f in and blindin.... and hes never off the goddam wireless and until of late i (ultra heathen~manifesto point 1, thats an old joke now,  put emmbargo on all of it and you...til we fix the interest rates a bit more fairly, landgrab, etc...100 years at least) welcomed him every time as a breath of fresh hot air.....

Just as any vote is daft.... feelings are really all that matter and whether generally one feels better or even some great new Alexi Sayle type parody may arise from the upstuck finger..... you just dont know til...t'sa dun...as the deed.
never mind how it may affect you as the autobio is write many a year hence ...as what mattered....over time.
never mind what weird lesson you learned eventually from some daft mews..... or change...or finger...or...any of it.





Sam's wig....

Now, that is very very good....though I say it myself autodidactically in my little sermons to myself all day...most of the time...
It would be too easy to as I had in my head the other day ramble on about hair, Samson and his locks (metaphor, for what gave him strength....all in his head, as humans are just beasts of a lot of ideas and hell its got even more complex as every other "oi mate dont use words you dont know what they mean and are the problem like outreach in my shed...[god he didnt like that, but did get the 'surely your bible instructs that ALL thinking highlyn of onesself is only vanity whilst the great knob twister disembodied maybe intelligent, doubtful but sure knows what gonzo torture is...so dont fuckin argue with me....'.]"

Samson hair ... regrows or ....
(i hope i am right in his identity, I am on 19 hr days and i do not approve of that)...
But, surely if one can use placebo and end up begging for more at the pharmacy the silly American cow....even the cyclists go faster on it....
then why didnt Samson just say ... I dont even need to grow it back...placebo will do just as good a job.....


(the book to have out on your pile on your mirror [just next to where he spent, no they...like the good cop bad cop of it]almost snorting them down..




..when Mr tightarse JW whom did get it..."loosen up guys...you can't connect with the youth whom do need you, to say, go make a deal with only connect phone shop and sermonise about how great their no credit~check yearly plan is...that Get Connected thats it what theyre called, even want it kept a secret i know as the managers told me in 2013......help the young, bribe them...loosen up...."... i should have told them about Rick The Vic i visited last year [only cos of ongoing legal case him poss reference for some poor nuked dad....state lies and nastiness against him you would not believe, I think it near nuked disciple too when she saw with own eyes how mad.... and obvious ].... Mr Rick ... he has a nude women as his desktop screensaver, and does his consultancies whilst smoking very big fat spliffs.....
(i didnt even token .... some peace pipes are bad for you, period...)


Grecian gifts.....

(" addendum, "not Akis...[he was Chrisophorou.... I taught him to fly little planes ....me aged 21ish and ...then he goes and gives me a holiday out of the blue as thank you... dont think anyone else ever did.....tbc] ...sorry Yannis"
(half way through that sentence here's me in my shed just tidying up the silver machine to perfection.... and I even showed it to them, "'here...I'm just going to tape this....' ... the camera light did go on.... and an hour later after a successful deprogramming the local Jehov'as Witnesses...... in a rather mean way, that worked..... the fuckin camera button hadnt done its job......so let it be, even if the best argument with the JWs ever.....no new people...none....end..... if they want to come and pay me to sermonise well thats their biz, it is of course as they were inteligently converted to 'what about that ten million Hereford way...you could pay for ten new buses, ten lakes of fish for me to eat.... ten dentists ...'
And as for anyone over 50 even if you like the tories just want their cash..... dropem...all....[super stressed leav JW actually agreed with my point of fifty years the pension promise was bsed on a rigging of the equation, we could never aford so...that Holy Cow might have to be thought about too..... and he on a teachers pension agreed, hey you made me think....... )
Anyway, who you are matters, not the why....but even if dining at 50 quid diners...... Even at 18 I have some weird thing in me whereby even if i could have afforded the five star.....
Metaxa one star just..... tastes better
Which is the real Placebo and all sorts of other effects.... nothing is atomised and alone, behind every even taste is..... very very very small p.... the question of whom to bloody be....
Me I would still go for the one star....especially knowing how all along for reasons never glimpsed its all so politically fuckin massive Ps potty ....
I was....right
But do make sure they know......if the Russians or satellites wrangle some new trade agreements, from the mere... they really are 1%! 11 million rejects......... its far more likely to be doctored with...petrol..... (hmm....doctored, which is cheaper?....
bet the Ruskies know..... lowest common everything


(Mr Birmingham...i did offer...many a time "you so smart, far smarter than I and the mind so agile, can recall almost every line of Reggie even now, despite the labels....... one of my team could team up with you and put that fab brain to a new small business and you get all the spastic grants..... even tho can weild a chainsaw almost as good as I....and if you dont, your 'Allowance' is on Daves shopping list too..... I told u so........"...)
officially sane, no sick mind....


...damn, the outside life that outside my (officially not, use the busies to prove your point .... gosh Sir Ian Blair has earned his title..... how extreme an example of ehh "Dave....maybe not" eat your turban time.... [except he missed a bit, they store your data anyway, have been since data was invented and always will one way or tother....all just PR spin to suggest to the grooming dept that no one will manage to get the DNA off the doghair]"

 Anyway back to the inner life and there was me i had an important qualification..... identity and it matters....

And i gone forgot it....

however...if you want to know what the actual art of killing two birds and....well I am afraid that there is only one person who will pull the string to crack one of the window blinds up...... and i 'taint me babe....
And of course that is the the string, best to share...... but atomisation means simple simplest matters become so knotted and ...
(tbc).....
however, the control.... the need to demand a voice and all that pants.....  there is only one way maybe one day to remedy....and thats to show a genius masterclass on....
I have several needs [just curious, twins...Ive met a few and they are so fascinating,  even if the studies as Lewontin ranted were fake....frauds.... these two arent actually related but they almost could be..... give or, take....five years....] and maybe even wishes..... fuck too old for them.... but i do plan my routes to take in one of the quantum shutters at least being jammed.....

Dont think anyones got my number.... it is hidden..... divide to conquer

(phew...can relax....

... the wrong word of course, nuthin.....no connection, for once.... better....
(no one will know this story i dont believe in secrets but i do always believe in.....something.... so if i were going to study microbiology of that sort of stuff....
How marvellous, a fistfight down at Oxford on the wireless whilst moving yesteraft....."we have no idea how most of these bodily functions, function and nor do you...!" "No buddy your donship your study useless....flawed.... pathetic we actually though now even less than you....so dont you be 'harassing and bullying' us like they do down Cardiff University of healing and empty slimming clinics....   we have the right [like the Greeks I didnt know it was that bad this European wide sickness of 'I am entitled to have a slab of gravy in my picknic basket.... entitled... there is no no way i will even live if I dont have all those nice goods i need..... over and above my food coupons....'....me I would vote no, alls on hold til you piss off and get a bit of Zorba back into the equations and derivative markets what did Max say something like  many many thousands of millions times the bill for feeding all of the eleven million Evan god what a jerk......... and thats

Judas.... cos they knew full well they didnt have enough council houses or hospitals to barter back if it went wonky.....

No, none.....

the socialist moment, even if of course the Socialists are so abused and unesteeemed they can't manage the shoulders back and head held high of..... it is your system.... we can design something else....


which was all ramble.....
now I never watch telly...only a few carefully curated educational shows like anything on Horizon about science or nature just to compare, without too much fuckin Einaudi in the background, how they all very maturely contradict one another....
And stuff like placebo....wow.... but then Martin covered all that several decades ago....like ehh theres stuff going on, quantum feedback maybe loops that we cant see....
fuckin obvious to anyone outseide the grant presentation way of putting it all so earnest....
I wonder if free brain transplants were available under the randomised placebo program ..... for Birmingham, well i dont wonder i know it would work.....

oh yes...rambling, you see if I ramble, against all quantum dystopian [I am sure my spelling is right, Google spell check actually offers "dustpan"...and you want them to run your driverless cars...mad and manic too] laws.... (deliberate pun on its indeed the opposite...) .. the damn point i had dancing the momennt i saw her and rarely she even kept me up at night... several hours tossing and turning with lust....
The economics babe.... "for the fist five years they talked in darkened smoke filled rooms, quite sure the Greeks are sensible enough to have instigated along with the grow up and question the whole damn Londonistan towering babel fish [nicked just to show when i do i fess..] .....
London has been laundering the oligarch and other bigger thieves cash so genius like for decades nnow, and their lesser partners the DeutscheBanks just go along wiith it like sheep out of the Animal farm .. the jackboots being on the blueprint board once more when all those nice succulent steaks have been gotten out of the way to restock the leather supply (hmmm a fine woman eats hers raw, bleeding....cept you have to go  to France for that, certainly not Wales.... )
The poor Germans scared shitless of what the oven designers of Londonistan maight send back their way reheated.....
Dont blame them...Frankfurt a subsidiary of Thameside...

ramble, fabulous Greek economics babe " it was out of the sunshine for five years....and the people were thus confused and fearful .... they opened the blinds this round of chats over the Ouzo...[me, please believe me its in my jeans....[oh fuck i could die with pleasure my moment, the moment i was about 18 and on a Greek ferry and learned what prejudice really meant...in a girls toilet...back to that inabit..... it was the most lovely young woman i ever knew by far ....and she was ashamed to admit stuttered and went red and..... the actual place she was born and brought up.....]
So so many times i looked for her over the years....
hmmmm Nikki....
Pit **** ...i wonder if she made it through name intact inabit....
she has a unique name too....
There will only be one.....funny how my life has been for a long time dominated by those with a unique handle...hmm/.....(many an essay on all that in some long rusting cans)

Greek ecobabe: "and then they opened the blinds and.... seems this time the people, the demos...are far more relaxed and calm and trusting .....i mean there never really was anything to hide..... the sunshine...worked"


absolutely everything is on hold..... in zen counterbalance ... waiting...
(whilst working on releasing the interview with Yanners....it is very very...good.... both of them....)
the real man though assumes nuthin.... (spesh in this day and age) but is so zenorganised and prepared for it all.... even down to the bookcase.....

and Winky on stanby too.....
(but i shall have to pork pie hat about that..... white ones, the art of ...... one day)














so....

"problem with you immos...I think we have just had a superb example of how important it is...If the Krauts at least demanded a bit of lingual~unity and solidarity..... fuck its complicated...spesh when the question Mumbo Jumbo even the Gobbledygood app would blow a fuse just looking at....but, you still have to at least manage 3 lines and two long Portuguese kind of rambles onnit...."

Oh well give in......  if it must go and set itself to default for a while in my poor old wormy ears..... Definately blame it all on Birmingham
No, 'taint "your life...." as ESA trimming will show soon.....  'ndeed.... Mr Houelebecq really should give them a cut.... all these fuckin musos want cash for their nasty habits......
I didn't know that the word Atomised, even if the book a good try but a bit vague.....
Came right from Judas and Priestly pants about....well if you live in Birmingham of course you don't want to know your neighbour and everyone hides in their bedrooms....

Now, me, even if she got it wrong "lock them out of their houses.... there are the Greeks moaning about living on 600 odd Euro a month fuck you can live like an Emporor on that.... she should have said"...
Out of Left field comes the Dudley wasit councillor babe a bit raghead.....
"there is no hope while everyone sat in their bedrooms on the screen...... so lets have nice little initiatives to go knock ep up..! engage.... one red turban knockin heads against the purple sari next door...." ..once ...." (i forgot the important punch, doubtless on a grant from the Socialist lookatme fund..... and if no ones smiling we will pay for expensive photoshop surgery for the twatters....
(fuck, my ally is actually sending very nasty twatters to Dave.... and he was a bank manager not so long ago...[true]....)


Of course the question is all wrong....it was never even about Europe....its about thieves and usurers.... handing out their well honed sharp edged sugar in the silver spoon (ok that should be other way wrong but you have simply no idea of the movement of late....no time to  even get back to a fabulous new doctrine on tab number 3....)

Yannis said no.... just no way, but that isn't it as Y matters......somehow...in the great game of it....
what does is if the nasty bankers are diviing out the cash in return for sovereign securities a big name for the pleb's stuff...like their libraries....
Knowing they would be at the firesale and all that Pilger and Chommers and all the real men predicted many a year back.....

this was never about one very very stable currency or any union.....  iit is about the battle thats been ongoing for all my horrid adult life.....

No.... Margret, non..... you did die, but you can fuck off too..... the left will one day show up all your pinikerty madness and how .....
tbc

Non.... okeee... no... unless....







Wednesday, 1 July 2015

(Eureka.... now this is embarassing but

.... a plot, could it just be a bit of a hey..... why not, all the way til the wheels fall off'n'burn... because the argument, never mind way, t'sa framed for our next bring megga~vote.... may just be reframable.. if one were prepared to be grown up...]

the next post is called "Don't go yet Ed.....quite (for the Socialist Workers, Left Unity fans)".. it is such an embarrassingly daft summary of what last, but what next...is writ.... but
too embarassing
I have to leave it til after a good sleep
nowt's t'fear at dawn.....ever.

(the Toryboy councilor with schitzophrenia grabbed my arm...."fuck man...you're right you get it even more than i....(and he wants..the power) fuck bingo.... [that was on the various ideas fabulistly tossed here for kix the last 6 mths odd...]... wait til he hears the next 1 cos i only just dreamed it up"
(the spastics, IS rating utterly lost, of Melanie and her mates, never mind fat Giles........will not manage the "ehh well, we've had a rather loud message for years tighten the belt....yet when the old folks homes chuck out perfectly good furniture....and far far farrr...worse (i came across today as getting out of the limmo on the way home...).... far far far worse....in a little place surrounded by the land... the folk with common sense surely....i saw, and benefited from of course, something.... that shows forget the lazy fuckin spiko late for everything Greeks.... lets get our belt sorted out...first.....
Any ref to other people's pensions long long away.....you are paying 100s of times more for the worst possible sloth and nasty arrogant waste in this land ...Greece is so small and pathetic that if we just managed to find one next notch on ours.... we could pay ourselves, alone,  for 100 years of Grecian gravy trains.... in fact top them up with all the fancy herbs in Provence to taste a tad sweeter.... and still have change to  buy a few new library books...if acedia has a Greek root, they made it up about....us....)
right, so that is it..... NO...none, not one previously unmet human being.... I have met enough in life... (hmm maybe i should suggest to  the councillor...county.... he goes with me to  the square/riot/party....sunday... .... one thing is absolutely certainly for sure is that one meets none, old enough to vote, here....who ever really inspire...)
time to enjoy.... the summer, of no more people anew and lots of bouncing around in the background.... the big review.

However...... The Greek ...(there is only one and how much more handsom in real life..... even if his assistant gets all racially prejudiced with me for using the wrong tribal ref ....fuckin ridiculous how this inner turmoil, anger....is everywhere.... )...   As said to the moneyman today ... "there is only one interesting thing deep down because the made~bleak, and how bleak.... in all likelihood you can't really change people much or even enable.... good soulful work the only remedy i ever knew..... when i was a younger man in early twenties i just knew innately somehow that getting out of the several~day bed and crawling to the tool box...and attempting to knock up a fancysish shelf cabinet just right for the lps.... beyond me, entirely, no way am I going to keep the ghosts of untuned sinews back up to the required symphony  ....even if I got an "'o'level innit.....
BUt, a week later, when it was finished.... better than the plans, too...
I felt....good.
No idea what for.... but.....
I don't think many of our masses of everyone has anxiety and depression and all the rest of the labels....  are ever told of that remedy....


And then, him..... "so you are still alive? wow..."


I do not believe in revolution, because it becomes meetings about meetings once more..... but I do know the one they're asking for is gonna be nasty....


oh yes, still on hold (the other two  posts are still one half writ...the other writ but needs a remedy.... on the tabs..... and i never ever lose my tabs.... ever...)
and rather a lot of half written notes to the self....some, one day, I may expand....

or reconnected with and taken where they were going long time ago...i shall recall...
Yes, now.... "I am quite familiar with perhaps even half a dozen  serious landowners and power men... money by the leaky bucket.....now, some, definitely know that take just a region like this... there are what several hundred in a ten mi circle ...just beyond, beyond reason, beyond any moral or personality disorder suggestions....lost, atomised into the dogshit they would put in their neighbour's welly...or make up the story about their neighbour....
They do know, the powers...how dangerously dead many of the people are....
So, are they going to squeeze and have the dracons [notatypo] ready ....
Ionian law....
nemesis errself......
or are they wise enough they feel they have to just stay way back, smile..... not to much putting the Tory spin into actions....

Hmmm.... no idea.....interesting..... thats the future, the only real one that counts.... and i have absolutely no idea which side to bet on....
But can write the three books of ...why


pain......

....hahh, poor what?
Forgot
Too much, between then and now.... which includes perhaps the most important thing of all, my critic ~ i seek him out from time to time, Chairman of a public body, very criminal record checked, and so disparaging of his own rich church, he sacked himself from position of on top of their pile of gold.... so, he agrees with the deal, the rollercoaster could have its motors fixed, a decent bit of an oiling..... and at least work without so much of a squeak.....
Anyway he agrees I should be in charge of Greece....  Y ... secretly says, no, and... if you wish a masterclass on why actually they at least need their balls very very tightly stuck in a surgeons clamp..... (i have the chair! true, there is a chair, that nearly everyone fears and of course it is the perfect one from which to rule with lances of steel.... until the fear is washed away and you have swilled the taste gone with cleaning fluid....but that may take some time.)
Now, this would not be here for the actual reason now it is going to be and I never knew why until I heard the words of a 23 year old man....


All that matters, the interview...well in fact three truly groundbreaking ones .... the councillor, real one, county seat, backbench, was Tory.... then went undecided, i.e. NFA i.e. Indi.... "problem is, I am desperate for socialist allies... but even in Labour i cannot find any..... and fuck..... the nuclear bomb that's been primed over here now, they'll be upping it from 20p,  to a quid a piss within weeks ...."
Bit like the bridge.... that was 80p a few  days back.....

Now, as well as Greeks and their gifts [just wait, exclusive, i swear, no one's done it.... and I even made him laugh...as we cut through the fear that everyone is bound by.....].... Greek fuckin waste (even if there's a troika I mean surely Yanners should be the one who says "no way....you cannot just throw away all that money [real, saw the receipt].... "

But then, there is one person, perhaps you could call him cousin of him, almost.... and I know full well why he assists young brown men to travel the world with him for all that wonderful experience.....  why, what.....
But, fair do's who he has up his bum hiz biz even if I bet its always been funded by smelting down the odd bronze head if Bud~lights do anything other than dark material....
or more likely a cultural exchange with County cash, or even Euro.....just like his
...... fair enough, he agreed with my heckle..... indeed rather noticeably sidled even closer....

 (the new code, above, is non civilians, with several personalised numberplates.... [wouldnt they have paid for the new bog conversion into PAYG everywhere?]..... now, talk about an "official" barrel roll inverted as if at last the chips had been edible.....  is not just big P politics, its the definition of anyone can... think twice....change their spots....
grow....up.... but frankly is too impossible so its a good think I have the believability department rather covered... wow.... )

Shantaram the third...book, two three unconnected Polish movies (how racist of me to have always assumed MR three colours was a Frog.... even if likely full team of them helping,, now i know what the "poor" was....[if you do not believe 'movement' me Ive had to expend so much energy the last few days espesh..... well, we can deal with that too..... when you get to book 3..... ] three so unconnected volumes, all I have to do is trim them back..... yet there is just one thread woven through the spines of each..... almost too gossamer to see unless like me you have fab eyesight...
And whom, no one will ever know.....

Now, I told a lie today: "thank you for your calm patience++, you are wonderful+++, you know perhaps Mandella's book..?. ['no, no time..{ehh its been out about 20 yrs i believe?'} ..]...well i think you may know a little of his story, and maybe have read stories by others with similar kinds of stories...well, people in such conditions and states of affairs..... learn that the most precious gift is a story...passing it on...handing it over.... what I told you back then [censored completely forever unless specifically uncensored by events.... and ideas...] .... well, though it is real thing that I entirely underestimated in my description.... I have not told anyone, not anyone i know at all..... only two people know, the participants..... and, a stranger,  you....  so lets keep it so, I am....."

poor.....
it was "poor Englan or poor...no poor Ukraine...... at last France has overtaken in the blogreaders of late and quite fuckin right too....the only person who will indeed be able to clap is from the team behind the likes of Red White'n'blue......
but let's hope it don't go Betty.....
If it does....'taint my fault..... even if I said to the confidant probably was to blame.....
god, politics....
I shall be so glad when I have been elevated out from amongst these plebs..... it is just too difficult these days.....so so impossible
SO,  A french blog ehhh..... you folx dont complain as we will now have all evening about a ridiculously insignificant 36 ....

....  bI know....a British politician who is hungry for power and likely will get some....  and is quite cute really, only about 37 or 8..... now the slimy little Rat can wriggle out of all sorts of being the problem (evidence i have)...  but he cannot wiggle out of being so genuinely passionate.....about the S word...
what we need is some super sexy French woman, late 30s 40s even fine by me.....  a genuine Socialist ...
(oh yes, now.... blackmail material...... even admits in interview..... how "hmm immos.... well Im not like the average racist cunt over here.....in fact....work....work..... my large staff [and he is a man of the people, ok really...popular, unlike me, but I have a far far upright back and firm eye to eye sparkle ] .... its just beyond it.... we can hardly get a sane days work out of one of em.... immos.... maybe just maybe.... im...."
  

However...problem is, even if I am fucking off I have earned (soon or lets see how it goes but a year max.... ) the right to be gone from the poison here for nearly ever.... hmm.... I know one thing even more for sure..... he needs a lot of work...a lot.... on what socialism or just economics basic.... works.... what it in fact is....
Now, if i were a decent person and not part of the effete fuck~off~to~Namibia as Ive always dreamed of that coast.... go shag a few broken down old Buddhists who can only afford to live in the sun there nowadays  pissed off to many victims in Europe with their shoddy goods....
I would stay..... afterall Ive been going nuclear for over a year "the solution, apart from of course the original equation had a bit too much infinity innit.... [labour, inserted, but the funds werent] ... can only be an equation "balanced" iu believe it used to be called...  if the youth agree that they have to do some of it all..... society could never aford the equation that even said 15 mins each of the bumwasher on wheels.... and she doesnt get paid for travelling from one bum to the next, hence is on three quid an hr....
only, if the youth can be assisted into helpmeet arrangements with the elderly... and of course there should be some sort of quid pro.... maybe a 10% stipend ... perraps 10%  p.a. of  what the LA would get ... collateral their home, both.......tbc

...very very small actual ps.....signify all the time in the world by the way..... S1, 2 3..... been on their way for some time....
And not one identifiable person is in there....which is exactly the illusion that must be...to crash through all those closed barriers and....


tbc= since i get all the fun, i suppose i shall pity the reader just a tad more despite the warmth and at it a bit too much of late...
inamin









 

pour

just huck it hay.....

I love it...... (even Gareth the counselor, used to be  a Tory, now a "backbencher".... actually said the words at the summit.... "i just can't find any SOCIALISTS [sic, true even if finito..] to be alliies with....
well give em a few more years as it is said the Grecian flower bomb is even about to hit the nice middle classes...there
missed a bit..... only reason if one were a betting man, hmmm....when to place the bet....

And only reason...... record what a load of whimps and weirdy bearded bendy bollockheads down there in London ... whom think they are in charge.....
I like to know the enemy

In fact missed lots of bits so better get the head screwed on baby.....

chubby Greek lookin wimmin can be right sexy, too.....

SO, the whirpool and the Whirlwind conjoin into ........ just at the point above the acid sea......quiet nuthin.....

Never mind the fact that we are still on hold....... because as in La Grand Bellaza or whatever the Johnny Foreigner film guides you into..... get to a certain age (even if the App put me at 42!.... [and several other nearby wimmin older than they are, gosh they hate me even more]

Now there should be many other visual messages, but you have no idea how much time it takes to stay in that little capsule of so what.....

All I know is that you ALLways plan for exit...... at any moment
And I am genius at that. And genius is a word that must be respected.... and certainly earned.


So, having discovered over a long period that Dobbers and even  all the laments, never mind Mahler's requiem on loop and aerobatics as if in that big American Nuthin (of course they have to have the biggest, if you want to know what I am talkin about you have to browse all the Horizon series from the last 10 years..... largely the ones on science, which isn't really as the final solution is that the mathssssssssssssss jen.... and the ones to dumb to spell that little word......don't add up....
And infinity is for lazy slobs [vomit, that made me laugh, actual words, just spun a tad,  in the one saying that there wasnt a big bang either]....)

where did i get to one would think I am insane when quite quite the opposite.... armed with all I need.... of course the Americans must have the largest big nuthin .....  and if one were to play on a very good stereo all the requiems put together on loop.... I can assure you it doesn't ....work.... nor does knowing what every smallest wobble of her large one....



Never mind, I mean, all i have to do left is just fill in a few dots and bother to get back to three whole Shantarams..... I have been gifted with, at least two may one day be useful if i leave them in the boots of the sidecar.... toolbox just perraps.....
talking of which...... 
("perraps" is a word that only an incredibly sexy young French woman with her "Harraps" can say in a way that is as purry as the perfect little moggy.... perraps i have some unfinished business, and when they clear the burning tyres from The Road...out.....I really do need a pop over to visit.....  


 (one of zillions)



And don't even think twice about taking the shortwave, I mean there you are all you want to know is just what (bus) travel destinations may have cheap hotel rooms..... (curious, Athens is going up... hmm I would...).... but every single time for years you stick on the wireless it is one fuckin moaner or other ,,, Mrs terror in the tunnel..... Mister lets have a huge exercise against the lone terrorist, all couple a decade.....
I believe officially still by far Europe's most peaceful period.... if one excludes Eastern aggros....


And of course they will not even recall that the only reason in a bit you have browsing unpolluted by the adman or richwomans optimisation.....

Is because Brussels has stuck its big fat Johnny footdown and said..... it will be
free
and fair


SO, if I were zooming over La Manche with Azil in the boot (which was planned indeed i had to be on standby for weeks and put away the furniture Robinsons of Bristol..... )
or zooming over the hills up into the hills
in an i

even if I can swear on all the atoms in nuthin cycling on an old bike makes you
happier











Tuesday, 30 June 2015

pathetic..... youngsters, can't hack it....



video

phew.... that was close... limit found, 44 (wel,l full sun for an hr.... and no breeze due the sun trapped does what says on tin...plus, i put effort into my work...curiously none and lots at the same time.)

so, off yer bugger.....

of the many truly vomit inducing little apparent trends of late "shedist" i just cannot be bothered to think....(still on hold, must also get around to putting a photo at the heading bit of this diatribe...[bet thats Greek too...viz roots]
can't be bothered to think what on earth some trendy young thing who cant be bothered to do his blacksmith course might plan for that twatter feed...a radio 4 book most seem almost to live for by default nowadays....




 now, i can see neither of these, as despite the glorious Spaniard chick eulogising on The Shade first day of the summer phase a few years ago....at the chaingang, hahh i gave her a knowing smile...
I do not do it, and aclimatisation is when anything can happen so plan for the best...... 

(the dreadful sppeds, indeed  anathama of a word of late by now its probably at 41..... but I can't even see if you can see 39 as only wimps need to write in the shade where they may even be able to see whats in the background of the shed....

One conclusion of late, you could just tell it alll by the state of their sheds...you need no expensive psychologist on your taxpayer cash to translate for you..... 
And i have studied half a dozen intimately, prodded and stood back and figured... these last seven years.... 

A shed, firstly must contain tools, orderly, noit too much time wasted on perfect order and cleanlines and sharpliness...(or youre dealing with a psychosocialweirybeardyopath or worse..... a white version)....
But, without asking too much of anyone....it must be available at all times in max efficiency readiness for.... some wonky sidecart needs sorting out, or even better......some perfect little boy of 4 needs the worlds first ever ferret *u***r**e made...and hell that took some doing...... but it became the obsession.....
despite it of course being hos dads job but then even CAFCARSE in YUXIT  cannot see the value in having their grandson around to be that, dad..... 
So the poor little man has to have some entirely inadequate like me make his vessels.....
Mt gain....
(real, this is real life now and you are only going to be let in very very slowly...maybe even slower than the initial several years wait for it to heat up to my optimum temp..... 
just as acclimatisation..... I do perhaps know one person whom..... fuck she would like a bit of demos inaction....and the fireworks (i thoroughly disapprove of but maybe once in a big blu moon ..or we could call it a 9/10 rule..... only one student of real life.... who may apreciate what a moment because if it is who you are....surely you want to go and heckle a few at the lines.....  but, 200 quids....surprisingly...i would pay it.... it would be worth every post facto crowdfunding click..... 

 now i don't know what happened there, nor would the wanker who is doing his study in "self representation wasit via the selfie..... no one has a series like mine..... 
one day....
anyway i dont like looking at myself and i dislike my name even more (so soon, with permission...indeed it may indeed change...but I have to get permission....)


Anyway if it goes quiet (no assistants can stand the fuckin heat in more ways than one ]only one knows the truth.... even the sidecar has been left under the covers and out of the picture, really] ... this is just my story, and the real truth of it is.... Shantaram my arse, even he would have expired long ago (the photo edited in, the actual one...has a forehead so drenched in sweat you would assume i may be the first journalist to die of drowning at the screen..... no, that will not happen.... even fifty a piece of piss.... especially when said shed, is located in a pocket of so~cold, colder than up in the hills actually.....so this is extreme~sitting~down~on~my~lovely £2 grandads chiar.... (adjustable, weatherproof tho you wouldnt know it..hyphens added in for satirical twat effect as in talk about the most boring decade or so when all the little creeps the sporty ones started to add "extreme" to justa  walk....frankly beggars belief and proves the Eastender hypothesis....)

which brings us to..... the only reason for the bet if i could be bothered....hmm Paddy has 4 ten quid bets for a tenner....
yes this time, next, and the next and maybe ii'll get my tenner back anyway....
A bet as a work of art, meaning... the endless drone of city~folk BBC types who may as well be reading and Eastenders script so full of irrelevant pants.....
it would be a bet, against....them,alone....

fuck bet its at 43 by now....

Hmm all a journalist is is someone a fair few people have turned to consistently for five years...and were on an up again, which one here couldnt give two fucks with (my little EE friend....THE ultimate REAL woman...and she just this morning agreed to me consulting on arranging her so so looked forward to Morocco trip in two weeks.... "those dunes...no one visits just N of Essouaria... i got esti's camel there too..... better than a.n orgasm ...the vibration hum is the only magic moment Ive never ever known bettered .., even with you..... the way it pulses if you sit onem....."
And shes as common as muck....but no complaints...no BBC wow a swing of 60 degrees in a few months (C)....
No gosh too hot now even to think....as my supplier recently said...hope Vlad dont come over the hills our lot cant even find their way out of bed....



come on the Stans!
paradoxically the only one great banker  I knew, Londonistann...... peter the dealer...of bonds and lots bf cocaine.... but who also had a great line on cheap "bard" tickets.... frontrow.....
son sadly (real sad, a man of books and even single father of a princess.... )
went and set up their goddam fascist state....
but he didnt tell many of his mates that....
life is sad.... get used to it

hmmm...now i am not a betting man, havent for yonx....what a shame i didnt a little earlier, but the price:no one can listen in these lands (as my friend Ron says..... he glad to go, and he was in the Shantaram world hisself....but by far the most erudite man i know, and the one I cantrust always to be more or les honest...he wants to die he couldnt care so much about this country, him a reader too...its finished forever says he..... dead... just mean...... lost) and the cost.... so absurd a waste of time, so so much repeating onesself....
really is time very very very soon to go and spend the summer in the higher hills....  without a word necessary with anyone....just wish i could organise the diary first, too much to ask of course.....civilisation....'taint greece I worry about....
hmmm 2/5... if had been 1/4 ....
odds?
i can vouch for self...I have perfect feedback more than ten years on on e little place that could be used as hostage....  come hell, highwater or rot ..i do my job, if promisory...perfectly....no matter whom i may privately decry
however i dont know what 2/5 means...

and 36 and rising  in my suntrap.....  there is a reuse, way before silly frauds from Presters came along with their now THREE diferent we prescences as even the hippies, ex, sue over which "free" brand someone owns....fuckin mad....
way before all these new words.... there were sane folk who never threw out anyway....always some unknowable use one day....and that applies to so so many things....


video


oh yes, so if it is all to be the lowest common denominator of the dreadful mobile phone that in my7 opinion, though one of the very first in that particular chariot race...all that frredom to roam....
And.....
.... so, at the disco in Ibitha 2017 or 18...... Pavel can text BellaDonner for free....even spend all day chatting her up the other side of the continent....
Vanja can get her pizza online without even a moments hesitating in the queue....
poor little English Rose....just when at last Europe brings in splendid communist practices.... is the only one on the floor who has to pay some silly tednd a day just to get her mates texts...never mind


I bet that is in fact the killer Ap.... keep it simple..... Nigel, are you going to guarantee no roaming charges if YUXIT ...  i mean last time i lookedtime.... curious little charge sheet  there were only a couple of zones...and you are either in...or out....
hmmmm

so many levels, you cannot ignore the shhoddy goods....

but a picture caqlled...class

hmm... must stop smoking.....soon




oh yes.....and just as i am on the jogging track yesterday (i do not...if there was a bit less of that and bit more bicycling with very very old bikes then there would be a bit more time to just let the thoughts have their own way.....)
There i am running to catch up with a jogger...... yest, in the park....and my NEW fucking bumbag ..... buckle self destructed....now, i am good, very good...at shopping.....
And even better as any old Moroccan knows, with their shared taxis held together by the twine made from bypassed dead camels..........fixing is just part of the daily routine.....
And can almost be turned into an art.....

 right this will have to do, there's a much better one somewhere of it lying on its side ... so apt and in fact is the new level of visual stimulii long promised, but not quite yet havent time.... unlike the marchers of Birmingham who probably didn't turn out because they couldnt find their sunscreeen.... so in fact dont know that Unity means not just standing in the hot sun no matter what..... it is also why those Greeks are a bit more stroppy..... makes a man of you.... sadly all our youth have been propogandised the very thing that does not only give the human shaped sac a bit of D it probably has many other positives that we evolved quite obviously to "enjoy" we havent even thought about discovering yet...


I predict most of them will hide away in the shadows.....
in which case, you need some entertainment....
(nothing in digits really ever inspires anyone to do much....if you ask the elders they will explain exactly how in thye late 00s we saw it before our very eyes....people lie especially on the screen.... about even comming