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Friday, 19 December 2014

youn see....I see....I am not interested in your world
'tis that world
the young man I spied on the bus just
last night addendum lateaft as they dont have then eve anymore
because none of the interested parties bothered footstamp
he got on...young fasrmerish type quite redinthecheeks.....
Initially its in the case.... fine a bit of Mp3 or 4......
But then a few minutes later you notice well I do that the case isnt there anymore......
That even on the most countfrybus about you can get.....youngnman feels some weird need to remove his sheath so all can see his mating call of that ....rotten gay apple
Fairdos none of mybiz......
bUT WHEN THE SIGnAL IN SHOULDERLAND IS SO POOR....SO
ACCCA[P
So, not working.........
well thats when consumer affairs believes he, and she and he and she......feel theyve joint enterprise no matter what
to tell it like it
IS.......


lord help me....I shall not...change
HAHH ...THAT IS WHAT TARTS ARE FOR.....YOU CHUCK YOUR LARGELY SOMKED FAG TO THE HEARTH.....AND THEY PICK UP THE LAST DRAG,,,,,,,ACC CAP HMMM HAVENT BEEN ACC CAPPINGB FOR A WHILE.....ITS IS A GOOD SYMBOL.....

you were wrong..... the last case, yes.......... has Coelho as respondent [fuckin puke]
TIME


time she said....time
mister..................................................
...............
.............................................................................
....
..
.
Mister......
mister....i beat you I bet you
I won

because I went home, yes I have a weird one....


And told my trainee
"yes, at last, there's a no q.......
noqueue....
I HAVE YOUR REASON TO EXIST..... ACC CAP
she....needs someone
And Thereasa May I'll fuickin coerce you too into my contol..... because you sat next to Lsyton Bevan that half as dEcago and said Emma's mum,,,,,,Bobs gran....will be out of a job day one....
And bitch nasty bitch you lied.....
And bitch nasty bitch that is worse than false aqccusations opf rape pillage or any other excess......

All we have is our word...and if the so called maybe next PM to be cannot have known that
well.........


fucki9n dont repeal the jpint enterprise laWS
COS IF I WERE A WIMMIN
A REAL WIMMIN
ONE THAT SMELLED LIKE ONE~i HAVE ONLY EVER KNOWN ONE..........

I WOULD WANT IT ONLY EVER DUN  KINDA LIKE FUCKIN FOR REAL REASONS LIKE REAL HONEST ONES WHICH KINDA
MAKE YOU REALISE WE ARE ALL THE SAME LOST SOULS SWIMMIN IN A .....

(IF YOU WANT TO KNOW THE SOUNDTRACK GO TO 3:54 mins.....there was only ever one song and it as playing on the jukebox our first ever game of pool....but the quangocracy of today would have it that there's "ambient food" rthat will stop you starving when peak oild has really been well........understood as having just gone into reverse geat at the s[peed opf the sdpund of loneliness of the ,last banker styandiong on the ny LEDGE OF...loneliness because we all die alone she said.....)

but she was wrong....and that is the lot of the poor abused child.

If all the BBc can manage to bring me is ...that reminds, they bring the sense of, I must self censor.......no




Miss...ter

I saw, noticed, tyou see mister someone once said to me I don't notice.....but like you mister, i was preocupied...with how the fuck do I hol;d on to the love...
the love because there was only ever one
love is only
when it is for the forever benefir of the loveee......
MISTER.....WE
Not just me
we



saw you
And her
on your shopstep
Yourshipstep
Noy some rentwed fraud shopstep
Mister
I kinda thought she mustv be yours.....
MISSter.....

I saw...I noticed
how closeyour bond
"remarkable"
remark

remark
if she
really isn't going to be around for too long


Well



you see...life........

..life.......
I MET A MARCHER MAN TODAY WELL LIE COS i HAD CLOCKED HIM 18 MTHS AGO....ACC CAP...
"the moment I saw you, 18mths back...and her......I saw you were so close, so bonded, so weirdly....in lover...
you asnd her ..... 
[thoughttodself....but do NOT tell antyone~you thasts ypu tyoyu nasty fucker who keeps checkin in here to see if ive died well bully forme i havent and wont hmmmm"hmm, so welll bonded therell bee a nother bit of kkeepin it innthe family....rather the thing round heere....."
But how lovbely tobewrong......

four whole gigbvnytes....and so so easy......


Mister........ I can help.......mister...... 
mister.....
Miss
(but she's dead)





the rope.......... is so so  tourniquet tight
iF THE ROPE ACCERS CAPPERS......
is pulled so tight around the head its as if Jew equals .......
hahh good old Gorniad "the anarchist Jew goes chats with the ......[ednote almost too weird....cos you have to have simple cultural touchsto nes....)
now....the work
the work


i have done the work for you, and there is no sideffect in that, cos its my job...because i am an elder even if I can cycle up the lanes faster on my old very muddy cycle ...pink, cos I am a MAN....Matt
than any younger.......
because Soccers knew trat stamina is all you are due.....



right. so....vertex point time for some pix and i am so utterly pissed that it is amazing I can manage one of the three keys.....yes three, there were always three of she....


but I told....her....cos of course I'm one of Theresa's coercive controllers so always go for the weakest link....funny that how the coppers do that too 2003....
Christina poor little Christina.....
"yes....but we are nastier....cos we pretend we are something else...I mean take that welfare bomb 8 ot 9 years back yourside.... the last yewar we have just done the same+   ...and fine ok ntuallytolfd the victims exactlynwhat we are up tooneofmybiz..... but havent ac

right, I am loyal dotcom

So, the nasty fucking metros as in even a little girlboy must be their victim ....because if they have a bit of truly proof of Rita music in the background that make sit ok ehhh?!


"ambient food" the silly 30something of the quango states....
fuckin ell he's on the list


Ambient musak..... no a man is a man and woman is one too.....
And how evil take about the 99th lawsuit babe.....
to put even a smidgin of reality in the earshot of a child who may have sat bthere on her...

(i have a CAUSE...and she is beautiful, beautiful as the freebird....beacuse she is gonna be...DEAD  in ...well a decade if she s lucky.....
cause....effects
full fuckin stop...

But two causes....you see I came home after an afternoon tartin around because where I roam there are simply the only real wimmin Ive ever known.....ever.....
I live in paradise
And then the other cause......
you see....to be free....truly free of course she must have been propelled as if you are N Korea actually meaning it.... stratosphere.....

I mean that National Public radio last evening was for hours waffling on about Sony inc.... and their utterly silly irrelevant rubbish when the far more important biz is a man whom I thought I could trust told me they add on a good lense to their talk talk....
And quite clearly Walkman was their high Peak never to be regained

(are you with me girls? its on loop.....because, you see I have trained my own version...I only lie about one thing: the data.... because you see if you look on ebay its Hilary us.... the fuzz are selling off for profit the Dells/.//yes//// the fine Inspire...one..... with lousy really mean Ts and cs......more on this later I mean its just too ,much default to a nickin and your laptop too so have a spare one handy with just your porn onnit........ and all along it was just a default ruse to get as much fuckin tech as poss in the vaults to ebay off a little ;later...realy, THAT ...is your cuntry....












oh yes, don't think I am just a troll
real life blog as in oral version today:

"ehhh look...you say you are liberal...well, I beg to differ it aint possible.....from where you come from but do us a favour.....
please...you say you are nice ecominded people btragging of NY state banningt the frack which is bollocks because the insurance companies of the never viable frackers will have had a clause....so unsimple.... state ing.... well we will let you off paying for the Ponzi if...the state comes in and says ehh loook cunts no way... the backers cannot afford all those frachemicals which means that peak Oil was all along back at 2005ish where we could afford it at 80 bucks a keg....

please, I ask one thing....you say you are nice lefties come to stay here for good well fuckin put on your wordpress or ossesor....
Dear BBC, we are recent new arrivals from nasty fuckedupland where despite those Talibs our life expectancy is still less than tha average rather heakthy veggi pakki elder....cos he cant afford all those drugz we can....
our youth are spastics, when, important comma that
the World Queen shows that at 15 you can have... spirit, everything you ever needed or wished for.....
never mind at 17 when Twin peaks Laura just got high and fucked up the arse by the sickos of her particular sick suburb.....or was it 19....
"please ask one thing....... when half their youth is either on meds for fun. planning the next Columbine, shooting each other cos they are black.....
"strirring up the Talib swarm....
"who of course took it out on a hundred of would bees...would~bee~hers......woudn't you...course you would....dont fuckin lie
"please write in and say, can we have some Germans and French say in the two hours of radio 4 last night where even the arts show was full of threat and terror and threat and terror and risk and we hate brownies and all sorts of SAS speak and risk this and threat that ....which has utterly NUTH ing to do with England Wales or anywhere else vaguely near ear and is just some sad Yankee invasion  .... all the fault of our tragically sexually disorientated Oxbridge liter and twatter and glitter ati of course but that aint my fuckin fault
"tell you people to fuck off back where they belong..."


hahh and she agreed.....I live in New Jerrysue alem....



haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.aaaaa

hhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........................hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................................hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

estelle I don't need you to return the email, letter,text.....ever.....
offndie....


Now, twice, yes twice...itWORKED all of it..... ALL....
that nasty Buddhist man... the lesbian undermayor ... the now there is THREE of them....(there would be a pic but can't quite yet...) . and the "just remember what happened to the Panorama babe" of it....

27 years!!!!! Mike Grant Perceptions Yid poor chap one of my best mates.....  "me i sell them.... PC...and Mac.... the silly Fry lot pay 25% over the odds for software that is 50% OVER AND THEN TAKES MUCH LONGER TO GET APPROVED....BUT THATS WHAT HAPPENS IF jOBS THE NASTY HOMO INVEIGLES HIS NASTY WAY INTO THE oXFORD aNUS ACCCAP.... YES that EXCITED...
THAT.....
Jobs and really nasty OCD homo types entirely capitalise the PR....because that is what fatherless fucking control freaks do.....
And they surround their software with gates so high even the Talibs couldnt hunt Malala over it...nasty sadman gotta have iT ALL gates....Gates gates....
nasty I am the man and you will never be Gates gates.....
nasty....just nasty
greedy
Fraud
Fraud that says I am what I could never be as I am still a poor little fatherless homo crying into my cornflakes....
whom has to have it all...even after I die
Because homosexuality has never existed as said the fine scientist whom lives with the jappo chimps and has done many many a year....
And this week we even has a boy must be a girl and the ambient music is the most lovely music I know...Ive made myself tearful and that hasnt happened some time now even if she did.....
Fuck she was on page one and two again....seventeen, and at last she is treated rightly as an adult, as the adult that society should ask what the fux goin on luv cos....its so so sad....
And only your beauty, flawed......even more beautiful innit can....just
somehow make it bearable....

But it isn't sad, because on the front of the paper I would never ever buy once they sided with the liar wimmin....
That little beautiful girl because shes just a little one even if she gave the greatest speech like ever...and I thought she would fluff it I thought there simply is no way she could follow him even if he fluffed it...and hold her nerve...AND make a joke or ten.... there she is

seventeen and they actually ask her her REAL opinion.....like really girl what do you really have to say.....
like help
like cos
we all went to Oxford and....were programmed to buy Jobs programmes cos he did a great number at conning Oxbridge to buy his product....and all along it is being made by slaves at 5 quid
And poor Kate Hall Tipping just..... was his slave.....
At last it is OFFicial I can throw her aside me knowing better and smirking at the one dreadful woman whom....ruined my life, and gave me life too.....both.
Cos thats the key..... as is her Dell threetimes on 4 of them.......
the best...ever...and worst of all....

Jobs was a lying nasty cunt...... and it IS because he was sexually weird...... un natural..... and Panorama...(my slaves found for me just as I trundle in from the tarty pub three sheets...)
AT LAST...are doing their jobs confirming for me......
Cos I shall be damned if I shall ever be bothered with any of your inter bollox....
ever
Except.....to buy a new pair of headphones for self in the sales........
cos these, have for the greatest ever of causal cons....haddit

I've only just......begun
And when yer Inspiron is revved up and the lovely keys work twice as fast and the great soundcard at last is let free to.....
dream baby dream
It is all the way at last time........
That is maybe before or after its off to the toffs pub, see if the slave (substitute) can be sold for a grand or so....cos yest i saw a really very nice laptop.....

But i bet it aint got....Annna..logue

(pS that Apple inc are...and i only caught a minute of it,,,branded as evil OCD nasty fuckin homo bitch brand when 25 years Ive known it sadly so by n0o less than Panorama....
is called, peace........



the moment, Estelle....which proves....old men, unlike Terrance Mortlock who....helps..... funny I mean I never look at my facebook because as sure as Steve Jobs is just about to lose 50% of his stock price....


When you check in, and see to the right....the homos to the right, those who the Facebook algorithms decide (not having poked ones noze in for quite some time) you may need to know.. and there is poor Terry..... with his latest pic.... poor big Terry, stood next to that big phallus symbol of the sleek long blackmans dick in the form of the GTI bigthing in black at 50 grand.....
of course he and Aneta need every penny ofChild Tax Credit they can put their filthy hands on
But Estelle..... a girl of 17 years old......just when there was simply no way, she could keep it up....never.... I mean flu ridden and bedbug bitten there was I I sat croaking at the screen I just dont do "live" cos Im as fucking tighter that the most Scroogy yid as I tell everyone and it is the only true goddish policy as how dya expect the niggaz and 200 fuckin mil ragheads even if some of them are rather amazing and thats just at the Pacoshop
So there I am..a mere "fan"...admirer....
sort of disinterested observer and......
and
an....duhhhh....
"there is....[to an always these days alone self] ... no way she can A keep it up....and nor should she she's entitled to a ...I mean a hell of a lot of 15 year olds are intent on little more than a good Rodgering
two years pre her age....
But there is no way I mean...he has laid the path in his rather rambling speech thats rather ehhh wonky.....
so she can fluff it too and no one will .......mind
No one and the Mexican flagwavers give it all a certain real life thingy.....

And then.....

Malcolm, would have to have doffed his blood spattered hat
And we all know .... there was only ever one great speechifier.....
until
there were
two














Twitterstan

Anyway back to the point, hmm can i remember what was on the last panel? ear, blogpost like....
(which is the real point, several decades ago I began to collect a good library for myself, not "collect" collect as in the dreadful way so many British see books as to be shown off [this I know as it was my business fleecing them 5 years~it is truly horrid, and continental Europeans do not do this, to most CEs a book is to read, any old paperback will do~ well fingered pages mean it may indeed be good... this is not the way LittleEnglanders view books~ generalisation, ok I admit, but I can scientifically describe as applying to 97% of LEs and their books]

I am not influenced by anyone.... in ANY way. 90% of what I perhaps "needed" to know about How to Live...
I had my own reasonably decent library of biology, otherscience and philosophy and plenty of humanities.... long ago.....
 and many years of fairly regularly  catching up with BBC Horizon and the like.... (well, thats the thing, despite how the yanks try to flood their telly, spilling into the internet with endless remakes of the same crappy and hyped up Brian Cox utter crap with loads of huge graphics and a concomitant soundtrack..... no... thinking... requires a quieter and slightly less anthropocentric standpoint....

I can count ten influential documentaries~ 4 or 5 televisual, 4 or 5 radio.... which are the only ones ever any good....
and thats over 30 years.
And i remember every bitofem....

Anyway, back to the point... you won't get, I mean your society is one where Gladwell and his fuckin tragic commoners you have all become pile up prostituting into your treble helix.... in such a way that even the weirdest quantum fuckin wonky protons wont get him and his pious garbage out of it until Houellebecq is reborn....
cos its gonna take decades....
Babies,  there is a price..... thats the deal..... no matter how remarkably healthy one is such that one can make it up my peaks and past my hidden three reservoirs even with a lousy bug in there that wont stop living.....
Babies, have a habit of infecting you with more than your fair share of bugs....  so the next one is scheduled to smash in like an atom collider any second now....
except if you know....as well as anyone can polymatnhoglot I am.... it is called just reading and being open to as much good non~narcobroadcasting as poss.....
It is their JOB..... process the biome, let the bacterias munch away and fight them....with OUT any horrid cowpol which does exactly what nature indeed demands it dont do....fuckin fiddle....cos the deal is the baby is the factory of fixes....
It is.... sick
Sick, makes it.... not sick
it learns by dint of the last thing you want it to learn by..... how to be human and make others

yet America wants to stop that.
As any visitor there even 25 years ago their med adverts everywhere knew they were onto something, sick..... they just can't stand (quite rightly with the extremely poor quality of all crumpet there ) who they are.... so must fiddle with it.

there is no "price" to being there with the babe.... it just is that way.

Now, try to tie up a few little loose shoelaces before completely wiped out for a week.....

Nuke Russia (how tragic... the latest round of British fucking Hocci..... have taken Russia under their stinking wing, hocci are the sort who say that Buddhists and all the Christmas trading opportunities they present are nice people, no they arent..... how apt, the only person in several years who has shown their nasty madness is a man who hangs out with loads of them, and got REALLY harassing and violent when I suggested... "the problem with the Green movement, is all this [green everything] tendency towards fucking lazy self reverential buying Buddhist statues to pollute the planet with.... well, hasn't done much good and well...[tbc] ..." christ, talk about RAGE..... he still has, I mean i thought Buddhism was meant to rid you of all of that....."
(on goes The rope..... hahhh....enjoy it for the last time....)


(take a note, slave: freedom of Information demand of Friends of the Earth and Greenpeace, "how much tonnage of wastefully narcissistic self regarding plain stupid cos they murder muslims up North Mayanmar and are just as bad as the rest...  Buddhist paraphernalia does your membership greedily trouble the planetary resources in respect of..?" (add that to the, how much tonnage of unnecessary fucking Christmas crap do you emotionally blackmail anyone who has ever sent you an email by return into buying from your website at Christmas just so some fucking tart can go and get banged up in a  Russian nick and bleat about it on her facebook quite obvious shes gonna be fine and a heroine with large  media contract on exit..... )

yea so theres this tart round here...very pious version, has all the right Buddhist books and in fact is on a high priestess course (crowdfunded, i.e. conned out of the DSS no doubt) .... going on about "poor Russia, they are the true peaceful ones now..."
ehh try telling that to Stacey....

Now, for the sake of research...... several months ago the wise Kraut (ish, him of the like me a famous legal precedent inname though his wonkier than mine as he wanders round the Royal Courts with spliff in gob [sick]....  
was referred to the Kaiser Report..... full of "I first said that 15 years ago" ... well, fine....so did I....
And then we stumble into Sputnik...
Fine
But certainly the former proves Russia is a mysoginistic dump as is all of cental and E E ..... cos Stacey is just as good in fact in many ways better than the rather manic yanky man....
Which I supose means that even if she's slept with the devil.... they really DO need a woman on top....

Noneofmybiztoolate...

All i know, now, having a bit of a newlook around the culture (there is none, just a culture of, you see it is like this..... Horizon, and occasional other intellectual journeys.... it was NEVER about HIM..... that was thwe whole point...it was always about the attempt to show the knowledge..... not sex up the one who maybe knows it...or translates it....
Narcissism (and assuming these newer generations only react to charismatic star quality) is theft.
period.
making it about MEE when it's, it...... is theft.

Anywaynoneofmybiz.....

All I know is that, you see it is like this....
As has been alluded to at times, there is only one key to life, and it is not being yoo....
As in ... there are blocks and little prejudices we all have.... in my case just no time to waste on that aspect clearly so many have snake~oiled via.. the metaphysical....
At the beginning of (complicated this, tbc... of course, one can be on two decade long adventures concurrently and yes they may have different starting points curve within a curve...cute ehh)
At foot of the most recent .... there was one aspect of existence I had avoided, the unknowable.... this goin back to the start of the latest cycle.... flying free, exit speed....skimming off the top of the vertex....
And it still is......
But, five years ago I was...well, what is the word...? contemptuous?...no, because it is so obvious we are all imprisoned little angry Buddhas and don't even get to chose which kind of wallpaper our cell gets...
Indeed therein is compassion....
freewill? sort of but not really is all that you can ever really say..... but that Claudia and her mates can ever cure anyone of their innate physical structure imprinted on the only bit of the body which cannot be reborn, the nerve cells.... well
is nuts...of course you can't....

All I know is that it is a gift to be dragged screaming when the time is right...even into that place where one always avoided....
And, yes good....
And nowadays just laugh~ quietly.... at it all, yes there is something....but I have still never read or heard any words which even begin to speak of what....and I reckon that's the deal.

But what concerns me, most, yes... back to libraries.... bags of newspaper cuttings garnered over many years... knowledge...our pious and poisoned attempt to figure what we need to know...

You see what we need to really know is stuff like this, no radio 4 journo would ever lower themselves to freedom of inform you..... a chap or even chappess wandering the country lanes or on his muddy pink pushbike.... 20 or 30 years ago...
wouldfind that (quite decent quietish b road) ... 97% of oncoming vehicles would as a matter of common sense  and courtesy, indeed the humanities are contained in this very moment....
lower their fuckin headlights.
No, not any more....not for some decade that rate and there is a definite thing going on the last year especially.... the stats say its plummeting faster than the rouble to about 60 or 70....
(and never prior 3 years ago the rate of passing motorists beeping or screaming at cyclists about 5 ~ 10%....)

If someone had said to me five years ago that you would ever  write a single word never mind sentence without pondering the pros and cons of one way of putting it or another for five hours  a phrase.... or I would ever write a poem, to be [creamy cake thisbit] hilariously battling its meaning with some thick critic out of the boxes....
lets just keep to first bit, I go to my box with the clearest conscience.... I know because the oral blog is full, has no coyness.... asks always of the plebiscite to judge all in full.....
I never imagined I may let words anywhere near the coalface of your pickaxe without seven hours looking before you leap....ever.....
Until, I did.... change....justlikethat and its got nothing to do with SM (either flavour)

But forget the me...
Because all I actually care about is just a bit of wisdom and preaching be open to any gift to future humans....
(do I really, well? ... as much as one can..... I have all the pleasure I ever need in just a few miles wander a day... and that was a change, too... thanks, luv!....)

 Even if I lie I may really care..... I do know ...one thing. (apart from also knowing that despite the ridiculous Pinter's crap the latent violence ready to bubble over when the real dip comes.... is gonna be real nasty...)
It must be tough to be younger, well no.. it is all relative.... and ...
Hmm how to put?
maybe many of the most interesting discoveries have been made (still some left... but so many wish fame of discovering...such that the FACTS are that more scientists than ever deliberately falsify papers, and play all sorts of dirty tricks....sadbut...thats what Cox has done to you....and Moseley.... and the rest....  )

I know this ... I really do know that I have all my life apart from a few years teenager being a little spellbound by the character of cricketers as it develops over the hours you can be sat there quietly taking in their characters... thats before all those silly coloured tracksuits came in....
I despise ALL sport and that sports people especially the victim ones are given any voice in society whatsoever or elevated to the House of Lords... or ... comment on anything on the wireless (except the ones who admit that actually their dodgy wonky and miserable too....but there is a limit to this new tedious national sport ....)

From a  few days ago, some youngish super uber newmedia curator of all that is good via his expensive overhedged screen, its always a him of course..... cos the wimmin got nuthin intelligent to say [part of my research, fairdos to me Ive al;ways kept a jolly good eye on the enemy ...because you must, that is exactly what the Renaissance man is obliged to do, or else... thats the whole fuckin point.... you must listen to Pinker even if it so so hurts....knowledge requires it], and one must follow some of what the younger fiddlers are up to with our various "ecosystems" there now obsessed only with "curating" [everyonesattit now the word of the year, the youngers that is...me i just laugh at every example...]
"curating" the news....curating society for you....

It is all very simple, and I take credit.... fifteen years ago I had a little business for a few years~ unplanned successful... never sought success just a little~to~do~with~people as poss humblish exstence...
Based on using the interweb to find out~of~print books for those (majority) unable to use it....
Five or maybe ten thousand enquiries a year.
But after a few years I realised one thing. And promulgated from on high to my small weird band of occasional assitants: "we have as it is more enquiries than we can handle, the education around here being so bad.... and almost no one ever able to just organise themselves a little to methodically work through fairly simple orders...... so we will drop those which are more trouble than they are worth. Those who come in and chat with us Cubano a Cubano, or even speak with me on the dognbone with at least some human nuance, a little wry humour perhaps... and certainly a human to human attempt to explain the sometimes problems with one supplier or other out of control.... almist always paid up, bought the goods, did the deal..... and didn't get angry.... didnt vent their raging little demons on us if very very rarely a parcel was lost or order delayed....
those who enquire by email, usually dont even manage to read the email they have in response explaining delivery schedules, why book x is priced as it is and y as it it is...
and almost always harass and insult even before things have even begun to near gentle enquiry on progress point.....
get arsey....
drop them!"

Now, it may be a bit of a juvenile statement and clearly there are some areas of existence where it does not apply, but ...
Well, hmm what can one say inteligently? All I know is that words written, communication, attempts at connecting.....
My 5 million words just a parody on the screen never works.
Even if it may be the vehicle nowadays for bringing the very opccasional....hmm what exactly?.... simple I guess, keep it always simple.... quiet brave authority by dint of her humble and funny self deprecating humanity
That matters, that is it.... maybe it was possible to bring it via the page in some other time.... And all broadcast must be taken with a shovel of saline....
But sometimes, just sometimes.....

Anyway back to the funny thing about the screen.... and even over a decade back all the silly pundits going on about how the wimmin will maybe benefit most nay even a mass feminisation of society as they get on theit advertorial high horses and pimp their products via the Tube....
ehhhh....no.
Now, short history, but... history is so so hard especially with the fashion for unless you revise it no one wants to give you a presenters job; From my fairly cursory glance, perhaps to pot the history, a few hundred years ago wimmin were doing just fine..... perhaps the greatest writer ever doesnt just come about by fuckin magic and so what if she had to use a blokes name....  
Authority lives within the spirit of knowing you are as good as anyone else.....
And I am sure Georgie had it in bucketloads...
And then a few hundred years ago nasty Christians tried to edit wimmins place in matters ancient and a bit belief based.... write them out
And those dodgy Victorioans amazing how many of them still around messed it up for woman...
So there's a blip... but onething I know... well two actually....
Any change that gives a supposedly weaker anyone license by endless utter rubbish radio programs a decade back about how

one human may regain control... of their relations with others...
without nuance or (even context)....
That the internet has liberated womankind to raise above their poor little dienfrashised dis whatever else state....
Is exactly the very very opposite of what it has... done.
because the only way human beings will ever settle their silly perceived sleight or assumtion.... is indeed with that human interface of actual real interactive....
human to human

But that is kinda known well by some.... though needs more careful words. And stories.
hahh yes reminder you see..... less is more of course it is but my core is the small rock it always was...
How interesting the shared cultural touchstone. We, him and I... someone I would not even bother refering to he so scowly.... as soon as I mention "well, Ive been of late using Mr K as my economics lessonplan even if he is my enemy silly stupid freemarketeer when they have never existed, typical American utopinaism.... but it is THEIR simplicity and sprit which is addictive,...."
"My Hero, been watching him years"
You see point proven times two two at odds...he the mason and miserable git.... me the freeman.... cycling past him on muddy bike....always singing
But when humano a humano ... we find a cultural crossover.... we live.
Everything else is death.
And all this media, all those personal feeds...... remove shared cultural heritage at your peril....

But thats not the thing really, there are two things:

I despise all sport, makes me feel sick...and sneer and simply guffaw at ...well all of it... runamile in threemeins ...blah di

But there i was listening bored to Desret Island Discs a few years ago and yet another sportsman going on about the new sport of who is top of the victim podium with his child abuse....
... but then he nails it: "some info, stuff, words.... vibrate upstairs or in the heart or wherever you want to place it...and some things just get you, live, vibrate... there in the gut...."
And its about the wisest and truest thing I have heard maybe almost ever.

fast Forward to the radio of the future (if Mr Silicon Roundabout/ hedgefundedbythecrowd yankee bossy hyped up on meds wanker gets his way [just heard recently few days ago]: "the future will be ALL will be personally CURATED for you via our knobs and dials which will ever more tailor your feed to your preferences yuve either self selected or we've worked on for you via our alogorithms...".

Now, there are two problems with this, firstly, and I am pretty much the perfect Rennaisance man (was born one, classless, homeless, etc., be my own mind because I didnt like those around me, except one.... I just discovered two weeks ago yes he was dead...the price... later )
but even I would have had I had a knob on the wireless that was labeleed MUTE ALL SPORTSPEOPLE espesh those diferently able their the most rediculously childlike of the lot...
I would press it.
And thus would never have heard that truly lovely and genuinely sustaining few lines..... from the enemy.
And secondly, now.... curious, the free can be.... lucky me.... curious and with time, sometimes....to go back and explore So why exactly did things go in certain ways....?
It all clearly went a bit wonky there in the late 80s into 90s.... and this is not the dying squeels of some old angry man quite the reverse i want to know i want to find some key some pearl to pass on....
I shall prob live to 100 to piss self off.....
Unlike the father Ive been helping of late....who thought he had all the time in the world for nice goddess woman to rediscover her even most basic humanity
The greatest paradox of all (well one of about ten) all speech sdhould be free all censorship bad and always gets hijacked by the fascists lite or otherwise
But what the may hou7rs of wanking in front of the screen will have done to the under about 30somethings..... I suspect is somewhat underestimated...as is the amount of time they also engage in such practice...as would I have had it been available those days
(very short version life to live: I am curious about the cookie, want to know exctly where it takes you and how your advertisers operate even if unknowable my very catholic dig here and there i keep porn free and if ever look at the latest trends in that world always go incognito, not to hide, hide nowt but there is a value in the occasional purer perception... and sex is boring ... because no one ever speaks of smell, and just once or twice in a lifetime that comes right.... hahh regrets....)
Anyway far more important, few decades back used to take self once a month about down the Curzon and watch alone (no female Ive ever known capable of genuinely speculative honest unangry constructive criticism via open try to be honest analysis) ... but a film came out that my instinct said hmm I dont think it will have it, despite the hype.....
That moment, ok an attempt.... to explore the human condition anew via...... stuff like Mike leigh, and Naked......
Well, type it in to Youtube and you discover two things..... I was right all along, I am quite sure there will have been loads of youthfull and lost Time Out reviewers shouting its delights to rave reviews. No. If ever there was amoment where quite clearly. I mean... Saville, every other old man ... The nastiness I heard in the documentary last night  of the woman who sneered at the man who got the woman who falsely accused him of rape done....
The moment society, people, became so debased, just so nihilistic ..... in the name of art.
And Mike Leigh becomes national saint........
I was right.....
And then, all these months.... I wouldn't even bother looking as I'm quite sure fine French porno has been deSEoptimised to page 999 by those fat yanks but..... just one word put in to the Tube, Naked..... and right hand side of the screen the algorithms have decided after all thats what you need served up on your plate forever....


Anyway, your silly world, immigration controls, along the Western Front.... sadly it seems we will never have.
That sad land of control curation and forever showing off via choosing what you will want....did I say yes latest things will be via Silicon roundabout offshoot of downtown as it will always be ... that what you will know you will want to know....will be bossed into one special little coral based on what you already like....which is the very exact opposite of course of what being human, never mind knowing anything...is.

like

If someone had said to me
(oh yes, wanna make a billion, here, free gift there have been plenty of others and I am usually rather prophetic....far more than I care to admit....Twitter absolutely ridiculous now how almost all sane media, the kind I attempt to find, the thoughtful type, has reverted to "and hey we have this tweet just come in.." sorry it is impossible to say anything on any issue all issues being phenomenally subtle in complexity pro and con, in even 140 words....the perfect insane development in the dumbing down which started 20 years ago everyone[you not me] in trauma after Naked.... John Pilger's twiter [not Monbiot he is just ridiculous in his desire to appeal to the younger hipster with the crassest crap soulless trendy meaningless artifice music ever] may be a good resource in terms of the occasional inteligent piece it may refer you to here and there.....so if used very very speculatively, has some use..... but if someone told twitter: just make one small update, just one.... have some kind of section or perhaps flagging or notation "i follow this twatter account not because i value or like them but because i want to hear what the enemy has to say.." they would instantly treble their members followers/ings overnight and hence quadruple ad revs....   In my case almost all the few twatter accounts i stalk are for that very reason.....e.g. Monbiot, I want to know, for my great Opus, what the problem is....   )

If someone said to me, that of the 4 or 5 twitter accounts one will be occasionally having a proper read of, three would be.....
I mean its l;ike this, 25 even 20 years ago....yes there is the very very rare as countryside dwellers who actually just walk in it hens teeth Hanif Kureshi and that great actor the gayboy in Launderette.... but one used to rile at the words used about black people, infact still recall the fear at even using that word... never mind the n word....
Because one DID care...one could empathise.... my own best mate for several years, philosopher friend.... a golliwog and it mattered.....
It mattered that Biko to the average black boy in brixton were being beaten for no good reason...
We didn't really know why, if we were HONEST that few were but it just did....
But there was one section of society that one didnt even bother .... well, they simply were too slimey to ever bother contemplating....

And FF a decade.... and of the 4 or 5 twitterati i occasionally have a peer into, genuinely, in admiration, looking for leads. wise words, humanity.... inspiration..... and beauty....
Three,  are from that very place.... ***


never ever ever think you know the future, that you should chose one over any other ... thats all I know
And I also know it just so happens its rthe very key to wellbeing if you must....too
Which of course, is exactly the opposite thrust of..... wellbeing
As you will have it served in your silly stocking or voucher or.blah do blah poor poor you......
ot fair on me, I can't find ANY good book left which provides me with any.....


*** and it makes me happy, to admire.... I even had a dream of her last night!










And babies should have their price, too...

that's the deal.
If one were to properly educate some fine young mind, yes, that would almost be the start point ~ that rare, must get a reference, (NONpersonality*)


*with the exception of one bit of curiously incongruent wisdom~ meaning, and a disclaimer here, like ehh the way virtually everyone nowadays has to put the quasi~legal disclaimer "RTs do not signify endorsement" .... I am not stupid indeed running up one side of the five a side hillock a good year ago it occurred to me that even if it is simply laughable how still the pillocks go on about the poetic simplicity of 140 characters...
If twatter made just one smallest little adjustment, or had...
Well, look at mine..... several littered around, one will always be hilarious testament to the madness of Haley and her anger .... (i know jealousy, maybe even lust, not for me....just wait for that chapter of a Christmas book some years hence)

Twitter is a fine way of  curating a few websites in one spot tagged by the VERY few people on this planet who have my respect. Tariq Ali, Pilger, one or two scientists I genuinely value, and a few latecomers who have simply changed my world... albeit they related,

(now, you see... it, the big it...is almost in there, MY welbeing manual [for the latecomer to my cannon of bile, all 5 million words and you have to start at the beginning to get context ~ and its a skit on the AG that context is a ridiculous thing, almost all words by dint of the person are...words... its actions that are it...
I've been doing a LOT of research of late~ i.e. the last three months, summer is the time to research with those lovely warm dawns .. except theres that fat ole sun by 8am so have to be out innit....  unlike nearly everyone else in this country ~ it is frankly ...well, I often feel like I am a member of some other species... there is one that likes outdoors the way human beings evolved to need the natural light and even at a quantum level it now seems~ ie. you'll not ever know fuckin why!  but mess with the way of nature and there is the cause of your really not very wellbeing....

I stopped "learning" (well, you never quite do of course, but for the sake of arg..) five years ago.... I was quite clear in my own mind that I almost knew enough, and that even if I had done quite a lot of writing, including online, in the days before dodgy "stats" sections, a few years earlier so no idea if read much...

Anyway irrelevent, the only thing that is relevent to wellbeing [the vomit word, long long ago ~ 25 odd years ago,  spied in some Swiss village, the latest marketing ploy to get then fatslob cripples by dint of being fatslob to go spend a hundred quid a night stolen from wherever on slobbing around and moaning about their lack of wellbeing, which ONLY ever comes from several things and one if getting back to your five or ten miles a day under your own steam without any neon whatsoever because that disturbs the runes, despite still having some lingering form of higher life in charge of how you are "feeling" ... ]
It is so important Ive forgotten what it is.
Oh yes wellbeing~ since it is the most important thing of all, better not forget ...never... there are some nevers....
Now the more I learn, study, but one must always be careful of the always creeping around sleepwalking fascism (huge diatribe nearly ready for your viewing fun), you just know that the same old fascisms that were there several decades ago ... oh yes off at tangent and this MATTERS! ... the more I peruse, one does accept that words, democracy, littlevbigpeople.. opinions, the perhaps real cause and effect of it all ... virtually everything, except some simplest basics which haven't had a new measuring stick invented by some bossy younger ex Oxbridge quango junior ... the very few simple absolutes like several useful lawchanges and lawapps came in 30 years ago and 80 or 90% of road deaths due to being pissed in charge were eliminated ...
(or were they, I mean, if just one thousand boozed up folk a year managed to scarper,  after a crash and hide in an old barn until they've sobered up.... of course "we" would know about this wouldn't we?)
Depending on  which version of little Englander Adolf you wish to nowadays be, there seems to be a (and I regale at this trend! the one of "liteing" everything so its a skit)  fascist~lite almost valid point of view in direct opposition to almost every other one almost ever....all a bit quantumly entangled and they spring up at faster than the speed of life indeed disproving Albert...
(the above a very rare example of a  little PART~outside influenced chatter, almost, and that isn't some fake yankee marketing speak almost, that is the correct OED...hahh nearly wrote OCD, do you know that it is nowadays a huge benefit to have it as about half of you do, here is a tip, it is now a positive disability that if you bragg of having when selling your old laptop on Ebay [as in, "comes from an OCD home~ sanitary obsession, keys wiped clean as often as actually used.".] you do actually get a premium price for your used goods; deduct it off the fuckers' Housing Benefit! )...i.e. almost all my own character.... no, not influenced even by Ed Reardon... in fact didn't even know he existed until he was into his last series, the BBC will put up nowadays as if it wasn't made 3 or 4 years ago.... you don't find out til last episode...
And I came up with my own cute notions on quantum targets well before, in fact entirely out of the blue as I have never understood the books I have read on the subject starting 15 years back....
well before the typically narcissistic Alcylilly ...  goes and hypes it all up....

Back to the important bit, words, democracy ... clearly neither are going to "work" ~ over an evolutionary timescale....
And of course Burke got there long time ago,  seem to recall Burke ... rabble/hordes.. something about they ~ the democratised masses will kick the cantankerous whiffy old git in the ribs... even when he may speak a little necessary wisdom....
And then the last decade, curious, when your children are now self harming at a rate of somewhere between 10 and 25% depending on what stats.... in YUK "mental health" has never been worse.... blah blah... and there is undoubtedly a Rubicon a~crossed in several aspects of just about everyone went weird some time ago~ that weird that becomes a performance work of art where no one else gets it...or ever will....
Anyway, your prob, I did my bit..... that is the point: there is only one way of being which civilises and balances you and that is the "sacrifice" but of course it isn't, ever [i.e. ridiculous pious word... stolen by everyone, I heard a recent sad example ffrom wise friend].... it just IS... maturity....  of putting most of your day into furthering the physical and mental  ecosystem of a babe, kid or even young adult....
which means, if you do it propper like cos its fuckin a big job....you have little time or energy left over to write your great revision of War and Peace woven into several OddEssays at once...











weather, and life.....

Now, there is nothing less interesting (amazing some dreadful tart of the Christmas book market hasn't written a book title on these very things...) than commenting on weather, or having a bug ~ just life, or in fact any illness whatsoever....
Get out there in the world, listen, and it really is scary/ the argument for euthanasia .... how the classes, over about fifty, be it the unwellbeing that used to be known as white trash underclass scum or the other lot out there crammed into Waterstones desperate for something that nods the wink of we're innit together...that wellbeing class.....
It really is a backwards step how it seems all everyone ever speaks of is their condition.... or their acquaintances' (hmm should that be appo'd there?)


Thursday, 18 December 2014

(how sad...Mr Blackie.... even if long ago I knew he is the prob too...)
So, back to The Sublime..... stick some authority in your rocket. Because that was a good one and in fact the entirely random, almost as if the other universe stuck its hand out at above the speed of light and tangled its finger in my hair ~ you aim at the target except cannot see the one a little aside which you actually do end up nailing...until your popgun has popped.

So, get ready to come inside my garden.....pretend indeed it is a balmy Southern Europe morning, coffee in the still warm sun, and it hasn't increased well above promulgated inflation rates ...which leaves one giggling as usual at the con....
Both, the best and worst....
Now, if one hadn't had a twingey back a few weeks back~ just routine every few years some weird physics trips you up, nothing ever to take a pill about, just take to the floor a few days...
whilst the next little assault gathers hidden in the perfect stormclouds

(now yes indeed thats a  point, MAYbe we have that long forecast warming  really is astonishing if you study all of it how knowledge itself is so corrupted so yes just clap manically for Mr Brand cos one group of ministers still denies any of it, with stats...another listens to the met office and its ten warmest years in the last fifteen or summat like that ....
I remember so well, one seventeenth of December.... quite definitely a hard (ish, a bit) frost that eve.... and here we are certainly not Groundhog day..... bloody tropical or is that the second bug hasn't yet fucked off out of my sis...
Or is the fact that Ive just written "second" when referring to the first proof the next is clicking in.....

 All that matters, well if it wasn't for being in the possible inter~lurgi epoch would definitely have a joyfully vibrating with the needle (so if this is despite the national, indeed generational quite obviously, tendency now to hype absolutely everything ...absolutely.... there is no hope....
despite "coldest winter forever and a few bombs thrown in too...." certainly a very balmy December, no bombs, almost another country from that five, four and three ago....I remember....well....
Yet the Holly berries were out for the foraging near two months ago, great to hear the farmers can be wrong too....
Unfortunately intermission of late getting in the way of the occasional moment of lucidity, which would be guaranteed to piss you off if could have got it woven into the picture of
It really is a great feeling no matter how lousy with flu, flus or whatever.... to even a few days ago in the free bath be lying there in absolute pure ascetic simplicity (NO stuff, NONE...) knowing that in no way at all whatsoever will you this or any year in the future ever in any way bow to the temptation, need, however anyone wants to put it....
to even bother watching Scrooge cos it uses a penny of electricity ...
or pay one penny, visit one shop, have one silly seasonal drink.....

In my life, quite a content one...it, IT, simply doesn't exist.... and around the time of the first few glimpses of the silly lights, silly Mayors preening herself in front of the camera on a widswept town streetcorner...it weighs....just a few days, until, one changes the fuse and knows great, as before.... you have three weeks lead on starting the new year, reenergised, cos there's nothing better than just knowing....you aint daft.
It was all...ways fraud....



earlier, indeed just at vertex point: (hahh I hadn't thought, even more germy.... that large red bouncy ball shoved atop the ridge by Mr "My theory" huhhh hmmmm.... about as vertex as you couldn't make up):

and,that robin
(how weird, I am lucky, I know...)
evolution is kinda just like, the.....one can hardly utter the word, Talibs.... are all gung ho up there on the NW Passage synchronising attacks via mophho all over the region; one tribe are  abit grumpy and poor, and stick with their old cb radio sets....
And it just so happens, ,,,, (longer version in oralised version....) ...  by weird ok maybe inevitable, droney things evolve....with lockinto mobile phone tech....
And it just so happens that the lesser tribes that couldn't aford all those silly smartphones that demand endless upgrades rather amazing they have any time left for plotting sadness, the richer more successful tribes that is....
are usurped by the lesser Luddite ones who kept to good old "successful" cb all along

so.... should one die in the triple~dip.... all that matters is that one phrase: "MAY...did you hear her, she, said 'may'..."
"MAybe all along, that one most remarkable molecular key shoved into the lock, has all along, all those years...been a vibration instead..."


Wednesday, 17 December 2014

twas the best of....and the worst of

there we are, nice new word: vertex.....point.

But you had to have a penchant for dictionaries to be able to skate through the gathering mist of icy words....
and the....quantum nose, entanglement

hmmm....vertex, point, but if ....

Saturday, 13 December 2014

you see there you....

go. Poor little ones how on earth do they ever have that one thing in life which is gift: hahh how do you put it into words? exactly..... stop. An old friend, the same old friend, the same way in the same....for at least a few years

Thursday, 11 December 2014

think twice.....

....or, now (nearly back to finest fettle....) one of many curious little personal boasts me and
("read" she said... the first holy word is, read....)....
me and my quantum waterboarder up high, she bloody knows, how remarkably prescient Ive been the last few years....
Some four years ago in the otherblog .. (still there by the way...as it should be) I called for out of the blue never having heard any such intelligent comment in our media or masonic circles never mind dreadful pretend feminists, ehh what wave are we on this week....
jobshare for MPS...
And a year or  so later seems someone else has MY idea too, and puts down her Early Day Motion...
(more on this later, ehh there is writing, then there is the far harder business of Cubano a Cubano.... grubby effete electorate, suffice to say ehh the very hardest constituency of all, I know, slept with a few of them.... and bear the scars, the worthy of this kind of neck of the woods,,,,  )


BOTH!... shared care....
Even if some months ago before far too many diversions... the letter would have said, you really may think twice, choice of destination.
Can citizenship be foisted on the innocent? If anyone can get it, yet character is meant to be the qualification....

"I'm a scrubber and skivvy"

..."eh, not till you've been bossed into shape...via the wires...the boxes...."

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Well even Mr king wasn't able to do, A (= if you add in relativity) besogreat AND B "world peace, but I bet I'm not only the youngest but also the only one  not yet between me and me bruvvas,," beevengreater


butterflies...but it would not matter if the wings were torn "my daughter" and highest fives, a fistfull of gold
now, i don't watch telly, or cry...and as for both
3 mins! (what a dad!)

bet in Pakistan half... yes, guffaw, half .....of em ain't on prescription pills....

so in the land where.....

(now you will really jeer and poke the finger when you hear of how I maintain myself.... and as for the one little outstanding "lie" well of course it isn't, the great thing about having an operation based on lies and their pernicious abusive [what was heard last night, some new kind of abuse? blah di blah...] knowing effects, the problem Scruton cannot manage of course is that the solution, there is ALLways a solution.... is being left alone to enjoy the artistic response.... [I still hate the word "art" always did always will, was born the elder] ... abusive, discriminatory, offensive, !blockem!, effects.... ["i have a website called don't lie"].... it isn't of course even a disinginuity.... just a little protective illusion to protect the innocent)
the land where ambiance is the backdrop lift music to hunger and the 25% ~ well actually far far nearer 50% or more based on the fact [photographed for the performance some may call art, regularly] that the shelf where COOP has the really foul economy butter at £1.08 sure flies out the window... indeed I would say at a rate of at least 50:1....
There is hunger and there is a hell of a lot of people living off utter crap that you wouldn't feed to the pigs
And the next generations speak professionally of "the ambient food supply".

Now of course I have, even if  haven't even read properly yet despite owning it over ten years, Mr Wheen's When Mumbo Jumbo, but it is maybe metaphor.... it really is quite incredible when you actually think about it how many so called leftie/progressive (we better leave that L word out a few generations the toxicity they've been branded with, addendum gonnan selfbranded as ...dot dot)...  
It is a wonderful opportunity when you add up the humanist progressive notions of fifty and hence years back, which really really have come to nowt...


ahhh...forgot even why bother
answer in 5 mins....

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

So we now have "second hand food"
"post traumatic stress disorder symptoms" for the recently bereaved
!goals!
~so the bulimics must force even the enjoying the last few mad months of life on morphine, to have goals.... put it in an excel spreadsheet and email it to me!
"navigate"
(the modern dying person must be assisted by all sorts of really cool Reith lecture status Americanised wow professionals, to navigate how they will organise a bed downstairs, a poobucket under a hole made in the mattress.... which of course is such massive advance on someone dying in a Hardy where they arranged a dogbasket and poopile next to the burner downstairs...)

"they're onboard, the cholera flag has gone up: leave us fuckin, alone..."

I would rather starve to death than be troubled by what may be "ambient food [he'll be on 50 grand to come up with clever remedies like that one...]"

"so, has he been round to see his old bird yet?"

"just broken his ankle..."

ambient

waste is
Well if I were taking over, younger adults
tbc
meanwhile, "how many to go?" "thirty" ... a once in a lifetime mo


Sunday, 7 December 2014

there you are, words (not them the last ones, back to the wireless now); when one studies every dust mote swept under the carpet; and the carpet overlaid....
You really do get between the classes and the council house tenants

(hahh AYD she even lists her home number!)

Words, the younger generations are now so mixed up on lines ... .... ....

words, even Charlie used them as class prejudice or just prejudice tools...  which is why you have to rebuild thew hole thing from IS ratings.... and I am good at rebuilding. 'tis indeed far more satisfying than building and the foundations blown away.
"my pussy"

'oh well, we all make mistakes'

"what?!"

what?!
what!?
WHAT?
dost thou....wish to subvert exactly? now yer know it can be done....
ALL
of Mr Scruton's overcomplication, a lie is a lie and it doesn't matter whether or not the iar knows it or not.... and
tbc
But a fake is for fun.....

So, profound, so profound.... silly melodramatic over~word don't you know....
"!!.....all, ALL' 'the whole crummy fake... that the Czech intelectual is the mopst popular when all he can do is scowl.... and suck up to Julian..... because we didn't need julian...."
if
I don't want yet another rediculous prat who cannot understand the value....

Symolent of a whole generation,

"A dreadful cold and lurgi that 'goes into your heaving bosom, Dear lady be up for the OBE next...bet you'll take it too, along with Tracey, Bob and .... never rita2....' .. when you mature, you get to welcom the lurgi, as ehh three or four things, first reminder we are not anthropocene~forever what a laugh.... those bugs v been around before we were even a wink of a Trilobyte's weird one...
it is for a second reason, clear out then gunk
and a third.... remind you you are never ever in control of events...Dear Girl...
And 4th.... justice4bugs.... justis
things just is, once you've beaten it til the day you don't....
No one can ever even understand: 'you're lucky with that bug.... because especially if it digs deep deep down below her braline nibbling on the very milk of life .... and yes Farage may well be sat at the table next demanding the waiter covers you in a large well~ironed snotrag.....
.... [which is incidentally fabulpous proof, goes along with the tragedy heard with my own ears.... hervoice ~electrocuted of course a fakes a fake.... just as my own mother was Queen of so I'm allowed to rate them 'oh... Eton..is such a wonderful school you know....]'
There are many updays you may fake because you think the pills, poppers, therapies, remedies are at your forever fingertips....till events....
But you cannot fake, the great moment,, when the body turns round, picks up its volume control, dials 12....pulls off its own knob..... and knows that no one feels as great as you do that moment that day that point in the time loop continuum
And that only a really shitty little bug is ever going to do you that gifting.....so shut the fuck up and just accept...."
hmm what
what
?

"all, every single little bit of it, Scruton's overcomplicated fakery, on fakery....  the whole entitled to be victim culture and get a pile of gold for it too.... the fact that radio 4 fakes it if you don't read the fuckin smallprint and that Ed Reardon series dressed up as ssometghing nerw, was just as almopst all their afternoon pl;ays are nowadays despite the fact theyre now available at last a nasty sneaky fuckin bossy one month only.....reruns.....
a rerun is a rerun, is dead, done, not alive, just history
and I don't like it I put up with a good dose of 6 episodes til we get the hint, he only gets the girl in the last scene.... when the only actual original fun was im getting that girl... whom a great lawman would have cited as mittigation for just about all o'fence....

all of which we will come back to soon....

all.... poor Mr Kaiser's schoolboy ploy into attention, when the fabulous black bird..... she (alone?) ..in his daft land can elbow the fuckin bulimic off the wireless moaning about health ... I'm entitled to moan because I'm a prtofessional dotcom when all he needs to say is no one fuckin cares if they dont do their job properly....
why people die when they don't need to we dont need a Reithian piano sonata to learn that one....

[please, quite proud of self, and i do NOT read or view anything that ever inspires, sameold occasional Prospect article free off the email when theyre not giving out titbits.... everyon'es hero Max, well you light the touchpaper then....wimp.... retweets my little assessment of his whole dreadful nation [excepting HER] as "bulimics" hahh hahh I won cunts! ...
I dont even bother noting her name.... all that matters she knows what communist MEANS and is proud of being....]

But of course those nasty sweet~wine addicted grumpy Central Europeans, especially Papa S ruined it for everyone as tghey will forever continue to do...I listened,  first time I ever was there behind their curtain, whats that every third word they uitter, is it something like freedom or thank you or hey were happy and we dont have any of their stuf.....no actually it was money....

 But you see, hee heee.....
"so, where are you up to?
"He... after stalking and harassing a load more of em.....'sdumped Sara...."
"Is that Sarah with an h......[because from now on all the research gets dun propper and every letter will be pirfik...Eliza [vomit, even HE~Charlie im.... was wrong...yes on my dead daughter's life even if all spiritual sequestration, can be cured...]?"

And George, Bull Shit....
wrong
wrong... the rot goes a lot further back than even I imagined.....
wrong
It, can be done....

From that Leopard to..... be continued
The joke really really is even on that lovely little flubug.... wrong battle mate... there was only ever one...if you like them that is.

Now, how can that BE.......
that....exact copy...of this...... now I really really am utterly fuckin better than the skins....free forever who cares just about
in ten days off to ....bounce of every orbiting piece of debris.... catch up with that opne4 left this system....
free
yet the spellcheck on this one works this way...i.e. doesn't...when on the other it does it that other way....



Having spent a year [well a double s, really] ... on: is there any hope for democracy, indeed should one pretend it may even exist.... that Pinnikerty little pricks will always rule the roost and whip up their cuckolded congregation via the Mail or other imitators...  and the usual British absolute inability to enjoy sexual frisson for what it is ~ nor get it no one should  take it too seriously as no one has words which explain why sometimes it is better, worse, you want it more, or less....

Democracy/ economic~which~way: turn left out the drive, right to cheaper booze and .... hahhh I'm glad at last I did see her, there, rather than there...(if only she knew)
far far better babes.
Both choices are just as unknowable in consequences, so god only knows who to vote for.... except get rid of cash as the older you age the more you realise it is all ...all, all...just about a few quid ~ rating/ buying/ Judasing....for a few quid... because of a few quid, because of an imagined few quid more one particular direction out the front gate....

Hahhh can't write anything never mind think, that double~dip headcold; turned lethal birdflu of the thrushy variety, turned dangerous chest infection
(so dear Lady metal~brest, are thine wears as overpriced crap as everyone else's here?)

Cutting public spending, means I shall not trouble the wait in the queue for about 6 weeks, because it is Up To Me if I default to not even remembering that just a half a decade ago I may indeed have at least popped down to the coop for a couple of quids worth of high~strength vitamin c....
If I die,soon, hermit lonely hobbit hole, made worse of course by sat outside with new girl, hell she's lovely! I am faithful, you have no idea just how......
.. I was of course 'wrong'.....
 
Gosh, so so so much to get back to weaving into some kind of warm scalf for your poor 'threat'~ridden [yes just remember that, the latest version of the 25 page form actually asks words like that now, personal threat...? fuck, you really do parasitise the young, hopeful, as twas ever, fiddlers...]

Look, look at it this way, study all your Attenboro s...  life, is so so based on plenty of beautiful nastiness, in the cleverest possible rainbow which includes plenty of eating your own babies and as for stabbing your sour seed into the youth of others, that happens a hell of a lot too....
There is no right/wrong/best/worst..... in which case people take the rules far too seriously, in that its simple to just accept one set of rules if you accept that they are all  ...'flawed'....
So just put one sensible set of rules in and forget all the politics...

There are so many jolly clever [and that is a word I resent, always have done since she uttered it..]
little essays about to bob up into this, on stuff like, well evolution and so called progress,

tbc..... one day, if the weather ever does actually go horrid and means it


Saturday, 6 December 2014

just remember, the rab...

wasn't done much good by it.....

Now, about a year ago, did I even manage to get the words up 'of the ten most boring things to refer to, personal health is tops...' ?
Weather was the other one. I mean it is truly astounding how our so called people (this should'v gone into the religious couple an hour back, with his "I couldn't agree more our generation are utterly lost, atomised, bitter, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, mean, thieves, across the board" ) the sense, ehh more than a sense, the complete and utter in their DNA demand for entitlement.... to have some excuse for a bit more public money due 'bad' weather... when in fact almost every measure has it that most of the last ten years, especially the last one... the weather has quite consistently been warmer/better/generally spiffier... than 'average' ...
Now, having spent a year (this) so engrossed in a range of research activity, and latterly~ that's the last few months, a  jolly good round robin on the culture in general... (for your benefit, even if the rule of zen which is just actually the rule of common sense justification, is always have at least two beneficial purposes in mind, that really are quite genuine if any plot and cunning plan can be.... so there is a secondary purpose, or maybe even three layers of the consequences of love even if so few know what it means any more...
Having spent a year on the job, at great personal [s!] risk....

Monday, 1 December 2014

addendum "truce, pleb..."

Sent: Monday, December 01, 2014 2:44 PM
Subject: Judicial review vote (URGENT a constituent as case study)
 
Dear Mr Wiggin,
probably a little too late (sat home with flu otherwise would have been in touch earlier) but if you are taking part in the vote on the citizens’ access to Judicial Review I would just very briefly like to inform of your constituent’s (me) interesting journey in 2005/6 into what became (and still is I believe) one of the more interesting cases of a test case which became a fairly important “revolutionary” (to quote The Times Telegraph and others) “landmark” legal case. It is a case called clayton v Clayton and features in much of Family law but is a little wider (see James Price QC’s website ~ Price was  Andrew Mitchell’s barrister~ losing side this time).
 
In short I was told  by ALL top legal minds, AND the Legal Services Commission in 2004 that I had no hope whatsoever overturning a gagging injunction of 2004 and had no legal aid to assist beginning what became the (judicial review in reality) Leave To Appeal that became this quite famous “landmark precedent”.
 
Indeed at the time I knew personally quite a few very seasoned expert legal campaigners~ the sort who took test issues forward in the RCJ almost as hobby. They had no fear. They too said, “no hope chappie, this statute they have you on is as good as set in stone...go home and have a pint or two instead”
 
A year later I had certainly shifted the stone if not entirely aside, at least in such a manner that the sunlight shone into where before had only been the stone’s permanent shadow. And the most interesting side to the tale was indeed that none  of the gatekeepers thought this case had any merit ~blocked, jeered... That is then when legal aid was relatively accessible. Nowadays of course a legal aid application would not even be considered.
 
My point is that prejudging of legal cases before even looking at merit by experts already is a problematic enough business ~ as I found, in my case once the case had been won none of the many many commentators (and judges writing on the topic) suggested my legal precedent (primary UK legislation) is any way problematic, not a good advance in law... but my story is that as it was then it was simply luck and a following wind that the case even got to the courts. Indeed the law reports show price as barrister in fact that hides the story which is that I had to alone, without specific enjoyment of high law, put in all initial written representations to the Appeal Court because I could not get any funding or access to any assistance....it was perhaps the simple words of a reasonably rational pleb like me, which at least created the proper background for their Lords Justice to take the matter seriously.
 
Liberty have some points on their website
however even they I do find fail to  put matters in a way that tells the real tales of how as it is one already has a massive uphill struggle (not due conspiracy, not even due Ex Bullingham keep~the~plebs~down attitudes (not used as Tory~affront, I adore calling myself a pleb, Mitchell my hero!)... it is more ignorance and misinformation~ the British public is so badly informed on what legal cases mean and what the realities of the system are...
 
My point, if I had the time to write a better few paragraphs now, being my test case became a rather famous (1/4 mil google hits) precedent...well, the “story” which included a beloved advisor (and legal campaigner)  well known the top judges, died a week before my hearing, and I asked on opening the case be dedicated to him~ Potter and Wall LJ knew full well that meant “on the memory of our jointly beloved friend, let this case today be won for all the work HE put in to helping the victims of your lousy system...he died for me to be here today [I am not inclined to melodrama! this was real and they knew it]” ....as it was, it was serendipity and a Full Montyesque journey to get it into court at all.... any further impediment to future scruffy Claytons...  is indeed, again remembering NO criticism subsequently...  against what is indeed maybe the only truly great thing of English justice, that ruffians may come and make common sense prevail...against the odds. Goliath knelt down and said “truce”.
Should we take that away with this new impediment?
079 7979 7190
 

Saturday, 29 November 2014

what a gentlest ever start
that is better

simple, you cannot take away, one moment

I really was there.... maybe fifteen rows back...no idea why, but I was.....
that rush, will never ever leave....it battles even her need for the bestroked, to...

thats better



versions......

1974 Ny.....
I wonder if the witchy~no zed........will play the game.....?
There waqs only ever one very greatest song....amd to hear a new version, well, new~to~me...  t is like this, justice means you must find that point of perfect balance where that doled out, equals that ~ but it is rthe real that, the newtaht, the that which was never ever seeable that... the I am tired but that doesn't mayyer because there is always next year~that....

chamged that much....


 

engage....

an utterly irrelevant entitle4ment, "long mental essay on the walk"
bleak, under~over whelmed
despite the masks.

All that matters: "hell, he....is really is mind blowing [as he is taped before sending out, always, habit]"

"It [he] kinda is proof for something...it just is not really possible for in those 5 years of young adulthood just so so much comesout ...of such remarkable, out there.... in an orbit alone....without there being something else"



wellies (stolen, but justice is always make it equal~ get your yang back out of their messy ying) ...pink bike with girlie cross ..bar....
very muddy
absolutely Clive Owen level fabulous Miami Viceish (hey that never happened before, the rope, is all v ery well but if the amp aint up to turn it up and weld it there...well the blacksmithis better get to work....) linenish trousers blowin in the wind at 50p from my local ultra good value shopping experiences.... dont think Ive ever had a pair of trousers I wasnt in some way body dismorphic about


yes, now...I do not believe in censorship, but had to self censor.....
cos drunknbloggin...... and if you are me that is some terrible admission as drunkenness even a bit of drink, is not an ESS....
Even if in my new giz spything...i have an essay onnit all....

stage left:
(look, exit stage left and right and ... there is only one song, and that is what I found the rope for.... because only one song has ever intruded into my hillwalks a week ago....

and you cannot google it cos if it werent ..... least likely to succeed.... i wouldn't tell....

Now, ...I know what the problem is

(i wonder if anyone saw that, a couple of weeks ago....I did a naughty thing... i inserted in my little bloggy woggy.... something really thats against the rules..... you see there must be rules, rules love.... how that refrain is refrained so may days in and out.....rukes, of many things, addendum, some,,BASIC....and of the sequence..... and I really do hope I die before I get to the fun bit just to piss you off)

(how extraordinary, I mean talk about the village alcy....always there at bar.... the scabrous nose and that's before it becomes alkaloid reddened..... [kind of farmer language this, oh yes.... HE, {don't ever think I am disloyal, thats rule one..}...HE! ... gave methe finger of recognition today, that farmer finger..... even if the lot of them dreadful townies, but he.... when just a few weeks ago I was heard to deliberately let out fuckin masonic type him, lastmayor.... the rejoinder has become {does indeed warrant quotes this time} " but woe....woe is us....what  afabulous radical angry 'my hero is Max Kaiser' older man who has no reason to revolt on the nice pension London~uberquango gives im.... ......  there is me heckling him with very intelligent heckles in public meetings about 'transparency'..... and he doesnt even really react...... when ees even lefter of Trotters than me by far..... poor friend of Ed...why has he scowled at me/ my team... these months, when he wasnt just one of us hes even more us than us but only if he would let out on those podia who he really is.....woe is us for this nasty frightened culture..."
But the finger of recognition, farmer~style {this from lastblog,is indeed all that is worth living for, when you are blue.... twingy back that most would have run off to the dox lookin for the sicknote for Atos....  and then you get the bug.....then farmer finger even if from a townie, tough townie, hard townie..... and I did see Im exiting the lodge Im sure I heard the clang of the ironnwork..... the good~finger.....is worth having stumbled home drunk to get here and tell you.... }

Friday, 28 November 2014

"so which bit of that..os rather ehhh... unworkable?"
arguing and judges....
and wise men.

written with a weary wisdom, of failure being the root

the maestro's...farm.

"I shall do a bit of writin' .... chop a bit'a wood...do a bit that writin' ...and back to the choppin'..."

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

connect, only....

.. the moral of the story, but it is the story, tell it no matter what, even to stranger Ian...from up the "path?"
never don't even if the time gone... give up leveling out the humps.... when you are indeed ready to pass it on.
Am ready.



So, the bit Houellebecq missed out, or perhaps didn't see; stuck in side three forever...
authority, perhaps creating the greatest authority of the lot is the moment the postmodern rush away from it.... in fear, fear....
weird authority is the only fun there really ever was, and if the plebs, especially the Hesse indoctrinated, cannot work together in symphony even if it does involve the piccolo stabbing the base drum, some of the time.... moral support, means respect, and it is always a two way game.