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Tuesday, 27 January 2015

weaponise it.....



strangest thing why would a trader ... ? When the, as Mr Gingerbeard man even if too young to be one, puts into the sparkly mix... (hmm is that even sparkly~poetico wording that rolls off the screen, dribbles across the desktop, I hope you are at one as slouching on the sofa is not any way that you can do the work! ... slides down your thigh... )
when monetisation has meant that all psyches default to a few tenners being all that matters, switching to demand them, a hilfarmer, even if arms designer, cannot even see his way to hand out a spare pair of gloves to the hard labourers whom left their own behind an hour back down the hill...

Money is the boring problem, and that includes all forms of hedging....

You get weapons and a a few hundreds of thousands of years later the silly tarts of .... can't even remember which one is weaponising the pill service... funny that when they are officially rather dangerous hahh hahh you can't sleep...and years on, you sleep much much better....because you can't think any more...your brain rotten to death.
But I care. So what would the mind of a nipper say at my breakfast rock, sat there with bowl of porridge, dad leaving the wireless on so as they get a bit of balance in the form of vaguely adult chatter about the world beyond, and on comes one fuckwit or other with their "weaponise" the A+E rooms... weaponise the bus service weaponise the ....trending on twatter...

(this going back a few weeks now at last I nearly am ready....but when as a pure pleasurable aside one has the time to as a simple old man's journey not a stone on the path even hard on the sciatica the toe nudges it over for a peer and look at whats under.... sulking..... because if you are forced out of your motor [not victim forced, be clear.... poetical kinda forcing.... being its all just a downward slide into the mutual funds....
of us all ending up torched by the same smelting process and one day vaporised into that cloud where gold will not shine any brighter than all the other particles bobbing in their eternal dance with the photons, of maybe...
But I am as the perfect being knowing you dont groan on your deathbed that you wanted more timne at work..... not shy but fuckhard efficient at...always was, get the hateful stuff done as quickly but efficiently as possible so as there's a bit of time for wanders, sunshine with your matt screen maybe perched next to you.... wanders perhaps to frighten off the sciatica... blah di blah)

I am so IT sceptical and always have been that you dont trust any fucker, till its been tried and tested and a bit of pure maths done on it which in my world is only ever and funny thing it came true and now everyone agrees with me! shouldv copyrighted it....
Minimise it....
Simplify it.....
So that sometimes yes you may have a splurge and say get to a bit of spamm spam glorious bomb the Pork apartheid tribes with it...
that'll see if they really do mean it...
Spam only when you mean it... to challenge the pretend, to not pretend any more....
And youve been hiding that folder several half cycle epochs.....

Now, I am so hateful of IT people, they would be lined up in front of the gold traders staked out ...first in line
silver bullets carved with each of their sins, so as to make the trajectory more painful for them....
And make sure as the dum dum it may do its job properly

That I may over years hold my fire before weaponising (i mean really poor children listening to news of fucking arms races down at the surgery that their silly parents rush them down to every other day.... but no party could suggest that austerity and paying your fuckin loans back.... means a bit of UP TO YOU to restrain yourselves....

but imagine what is being done to the heads of the children who hear some Tory tart or Labour lizard speak of weapons and guns and doctors endlessly in the same sentence.....
watershed, leave us alone like always....  because what ecosystem a child inhabits now, defines what it thinks in the future....

So, years of research..... which is A vaguely reliable? B can be stripped of silly extraneous bells and whistles and ridiculous different ways of processing it....? And C back up able because one day, one reserves the right...to be Back really really back in black....
very loud
Just proves old men, careful of them.... not all of them become moaning old farts like the Cashman....

Now, you can't fake that.... not only at last I mean how long did it take the tossers to manage it..ten years...to get a bit of descent sound coming through the wires...
Loud....
Because you have to have something drowning out the endless, and I really do mean endless...... forever and a day....
Outlook Express was quite clearly the super slimmed down if you need a calendar to organise your day you'll sure get screwed when it fails....
I'm not the sort to EVER devolve my powers to some twat with an itching habit...
Never once in my life auto backed up anything...your data is YOUR responsibility....always, I mean just look how swiftly even in itzy bitzy little revolutions the mobile signal now gets turned off...
So if you think the cloud is trustworthy or any fancy program you are nudged into the use of certainly not for your own benefit, (excepting the superb Glary and it has to be said what great advice that was AVG .. and malwarebytes keep out the nasty thieves of ..blah di blah

when email is for being stacked in one tray, and dealt with as a matter of courtesy always... and one may hand pick ones own spam munchers..... OE absolutely bullet proof and quite reliable and not too bitty and biting your memory like the pills have...
For years....
My diary within it.... which shows the times they change, as it is watered down to something which morphs from communicate to broadcast ....
But teh citizen surely has a right (and fools who harp on about, this is usually plum in the gob fools of The South....and its institutions.... no data does not have to disappear Ive only ever lost about five files in my life of many and an existence for a few years which was quite heavy use flying the books to where they were needed....
It is quite possible to keep some old machine ticking over with an o/s from a decade and a half back..... the perfectly adequate and far more friendly to the eye...word 2003 'll be around many years.....
Except for one thing you cannot plan for...
The simplest program gets a bit of an update.... dunnit now, and the most basic function of all, putting one jumble of stored email from a few years ago into the box it belongs in the new renamed same old program livemail....
of course turns into the nightmare of loads of little bugs that do things that would appear almost impossible....
But that isnt all of it, thats sort of fixable if you have all the time in the world to go and stick the original names back on folders and all that....

But some rules one assumed were there because they were as scientific absolutes....
5 gigabytes on a well honed every single bit of thieving software by default always ripped out... just good old the devil you know blogger ... with the aforementioned to keep out the commercial arm of snoopery...
of photos, documents, even porn collection ... takes 5 or 10 mins to move between one little storage thing and the second ... never conected to your web of nonsense... virgin, pure as the snows thatll give the Yanks a well deserved day off the slavery train...

So ruthlessly purged of nasties so many times, untrue... there is one kind of hygiene I am god of....
For the reason I know it is worth protecting.

But no, having done what the box was for, many many years....just save it properly in a clean little box and over the years one will add other boxes of letters one above the other.... and i like pure ascetic minimal no human rubbish in the rubbish bin even of the firelighting box....
But value my past.....
But no, Microsoft defies the rules of mechanics and the universe we can see all in one...
Dr Who and his spaceship in reverse...
Or am I wrong there ?
Anyway in this time zone it is surely a physical impossibility one certainly was not expected to predict to shove a rather large monkey in the whole damn wench of it all....
It is not possible that just a few gigs.... shuffled here, there...over to that one.... swapped with her...
ready for that....
each time one wants to sift and backup never mind move to a better model...
And treble backup twice
Takes tardislike.... 6 or 7 hrs a time....
Just mixing the half a dozen boxes of letters and thoughts a fairly archetypal use of the damn stuff a decade... will never be lost, but as for carting it around and using..... they manage to make even that almost impossible.
And I am good enough at it all not by choice by dint of responsibility... to make a job of it if I wanted.

















Monday, 26 January 2015

hahhh....... haven't heard that..... for some time.


fuck a duck why cannot I remeber...this one.....sticky fingers...hahhh now I know what ambidextrous is for...

Never mind at last....someone has something inteligent to say on the matter, perraps been reading her Sean Mc Pee.....
The Committee....
There are two sides to every story.
All violence is a terorist act against the way it may be in a civilisation... but. Provo king is a very old word....
And it is the number one enemy in the whole operation damn her.
Even if I did way way way better in the moment. And I know no one else will do as well even many after....

Now, I am lucky, not to have had the occasional stolen pony in my wallet aged seventeen or so because all it did was fuel a little lubricant to the wheels of despair that is just a natural response to the trauma of years of angry raised voices drifting up the stairwell....
And it is obvious that there are natural systems in most beasts that respond to the environment suggesting things in the nest are fraught with something or other.... causing one to feel detatched for simple rational "reasons" causal effects ... that natural system that says this environment isnt that good to hang around in so slope off in your sitched off state ....all very natural simple you don't need a wellbeing therapist to charge you fifty quid for just a short pathetic walk with her ten or twenty years on...to get over who you "are"... as is quite obvious in any ferret kingdom...

I have no crosses crucified upon. But I did get a few months in Saudi Arabia when a late teen where my archetypal neveauo developer dad... would spend his time the hookers and whisky being on tap without disturbance from family back home or the tax man perring into his safe full of wads of fifty quid notes....
And "invited" to the market square..... I shall never forget, the crowds...I dare not stand on tiptoes to join....
choppety chop....
But that was not at all the "worst"..... the worst that still haunts, really...I got a delicate little dispose.... itin....
I still picture now as if the story were being told to the teen...of the couple, lovers.....
caught in act of packing their bags to go off and be a couple ....
A few months later their so called executioners, too lazy to get off their fat arses and do it even with any religious authority ...and grace
Tied em in a sack and got the jcbs to drop the stones on thier heads rather than lift one of their lardy fingers and exert one drop of their saccharine sweat.

But then, the brown folk. The elegance over here will indeed return, being ... how weird and rita comes along and when almost at the something~weird level of sleep Anabollox yet another label.... the mute switch gently restes itself to the rhythm you want...that French rhythm before most of them went and got Mamon addiction too...add to their prozac habit....

But then.... a few counties over and down to the left or is it due S this blog is a real one and we look up what matters....
Geography despite the whole fuckin so called British underclass which is the class under me who have the education at your expense but go learn silly new trendy garbage ....when all that matters is you look in his eyes....  and he tells you, when youve told him you love to have in your pocket your little tape player ....
All those ... projects.... initiatives, clubs..... just clubs for the converted...
And that they didnt ...work.

What works, is bracery....and any old Herefordshire youth bored and egged on...I wonder if he as he lept from his tank burning with the cheap petrol and dollar set in the neck....as touchpaper
I wonder if he cocking his pistol for his last dash.... surrounded.....
I wonder if some of him.....may have shouted with their last squeeze ....unto the breach...... for god...and country....

Funny thing, if provokation were in the basket of comarative recording it all for the laws and history teachers of the future... and the tables were indeed unrigged...
Well, I just wonder if it isnt all really rather, provokations with response..... one side a hell of a lot...of response, the other, well only about 5 or 6 times in several deacdes....
But no we cannot speak of such things.... let us hope
No...let us return to this when ready for the full account. Which must include the whole picture.

Bravery is also, something very lonely..... in fact perhaps that is the greatest act of bravery...that which you know that will not bring any fans to your funeral.
That which will and even if (hahh what was I listening to about just the perception is all it takes... hahh you can't catch it all) .... even if it never happened a rational ordinary person would in the back of his mind as he dozes off to the squeek of the rusty roundabout, magical [insert pic...thats one I aqm glad I bothered to see] .....
The girls outside his humble mansion.... in the dusty alleyway to go with the dust of their skin ...(silly rich ones, almost everywhere now even where you would have assumed it is kkinda ehh a bit dodgy just in case the beardies roll back down from the passes...)
bleach away their sunset hue....
At a rupee a roundabout as good as any fancy one bangs and lights out West...
There he is in his handme down a generation or so bedding [that is very good for you, entrenches the family biota and bugs which of course mean that so called alergy hardly exists in their tribal lands] tossing and turning
"should I I mean.... they will say...I am using her, even tse who know my good functional relationship and that I  ...did indeed let her fly I mean she wont have made that up..... two years on, in front of all those people, i.e. the world..... sat edge of their sofas with bated breath and the first real tear for some time....
never ever joining in the spectacle [french pronounciation..] ever
" And if I do... I shall 'take away her childhood' as will also be used in the whispering campaign.....
"And one day, she may turn from me..... saying.....' dad, you did it for you.....'...and me I never even got to, just be.....[complicated, no psychologist in the world could infil, later,and not get my spittle on their papers]

You see you have a choice, always..... things are rarely one person, especially if the other is lying comatose and isn't old enough to sign the release forms....

Madam Mensch of course misses several major little factors even if go for it gal and why the fuckin self censorship.... many people if they knew the truth in simplest forms that just like my own dad and thnk the gods I just walked away slowly and stop~startingly....
A safe full of Saudia petro quids.... commission on humdreds of millions of quids worth of JCBs never mind all that more mass murder mobile.... means you will do anything.
And go to their funeral....

And someone should pay for that.

At least with life...in the tower. But if I could be botehred to read any actually thoughtfilly chirped words...
doubtless there will be  aqword in there: how on earth can one use any word especially relating to some daft faith, when on the one hand "it" encompasses yes the most backwards women hating

I mean fuckin hell... some one should point out.... even we, corporatish we,  for gods sake kinda backed blocking South African kiwi fruits from our markets...
Apartheid is not just what Zion does in Palestine one slightly less suntanned tribe in charge and rather unpleasant to 'tother....
if you ask me it is also when one half of the neighbourhood aint even lowed under the hood..or to play with whats under it.
But, no...... their commissions are far greater than anything the really rather pathetic De Klerks of this world ever manage no doubt no doubt the yankee gas habit of course as was known many years back....
blah do blah.....
But there is no way that the most cowardly ...in any conceivable way can be bracketed in any conceivable way....
with one man, The Father...... I mean, what a gamble.... and, like....every other kid in the world would have wobbled and left him with a bit of battered sausage dribbling down his chin...
You would not dare doing that.....
Ever.
You would just...find a reason not to....
And I know in my own small way exactly how unpleasant that feeling is inside.... because of course in YUkkyland they do by default acuse you of such things, on autopilot ....

You cannot bracket by any shared book or too lazy to properly educate so chant it ad fuckin inf....
Those so cowardly with their apartheid and ... and perhaps one person even braver than his daughter... daddy Y
especially when it seems youth ..being nutter youth...which last time I looked was about anyone under 30.... is never rational, and well....tbc.


But why, didnt she go ...where she meant.... those French weilders of the sharp instrument, once it all got a bit industrial.... associates got it in the neck an eye for an eye...
You really do wonder...
Toady up to one gang of scimatar weilding nutters and...
well, ten years ago Syriza only got 3% of the vote.... ...
















P.L.E.B. ....in [nnix] deed...

"No fracking way, I mean we invented civilisation and it has been the cradle of at least some of it....ehh rather more than over other side of pond, so no bastard way.... we emptied your bank accounts clever us, but you can't afford the hype of losing us,,,,,so, draw!"

Now, I have little interest in politics other than as master of prediction never mind quite good guru, the nice kind, the kind who says "look, if you read that article on economics, well, truth is there's another just as hedgehoggy in the Torygraph and indeed just as valid... " so it is all just hype spin and silly people pretending that the Black Swan could never exist because we are all so decent and restrained, and if Greece does piss the bankers off and all of a sudden a little bit of well no actually, go bust as capitalism invented, and the hype went so nuts that Italy caught it...the next day....     overnight your savings may be worth dogshit and the vultures circling your front door keys....

And all good writing must be local..... now that would be brave.... even if categorically that side of the equation, well..... some people will be just not ready for it....
But there is that other damned pesky utterly hilarious little thingy....that, is such a pleasure, a private pleasure that I would never have the arrogance to share....
But, it develops, I do not need more! .... I mean when was the last time Vangelis came into the lesson for the day.

And then there were.... a little gang
gosh.... thank the ords of honeydew ..and Zanadu..... that one didnt get into earworwm....pushed out by that one
history... the vain frisson of, well we know that the era we enter will be one whee it willbe future reorded with such fielity...
indeed perrrraps it is the making of it all naughts and ones which... modernist~lead to that vey busness of...
silly you, you trusted me, to be trusted to....

"paper", would be an insult to paper..

Sunday, 25 January 2015

sweet wrappers, nothing more.....

left at the riverside.
The bittersweet. And the problem. Now I can handle any politician....especially having discovered froma  trustworthy real source, the poor loves have no power and are only bypassed as anyone seeing how the floods descending from the denuded hillsides will make even a rather pathetic new tributary that has power to wash all aside in its muddy snoop a cock.....
..... they are easy. except for one little matter.

What matters. Apart from the worthies being such whimps that they can only ever preach to the same old converts ~ like err its kind of hard to try to reel in some from the 99% like the other lot who think that somehow managing to live aside something that is some semblance of nature is irrelevant.....so they hide behind their ever overcomplicated models of copse and burn and reengineer and reconfigure the human to not steal from nature as in use it as food and firewood when the going gets tough....as it ALLways will  no matter how successful the current little initiative is unless you genuinely attack the culture  then when the next regime causes instability then of course the masses will have to go and eat the monkeys, even if decades reserved for the rich to photoshoot and brag about nowadays on facebook....

Only communism and the defauly to being in it together and sharing the foodbanks and grainstores as culture will save the planet....

But when a small proportion of the nice people have elevated themselves, entitled, as follows.... well, there is no point even bothering with big business.
the simple truth, and it isnt hypocrisy it is being free in the soul to appreciate ones own deepest reality, that in some parts of the world it may well be that the crits arent too bothered about two legs having not had their evolved circuitry already there and thats so interesting as it takes millions of years.... to worry when they see two legs...
But over much of the world... me, there is one thing above all that pees me off which is this endless flood of as time goes by more babes then blokes who have got on the latest trendy course [officially wank, by a teacher...on tape] at The Bulmer Foundation or other such sugar funded rubbish.... so they can then go on the wireless [clearly ALL everyone ever thinks about these days as first line in their personal mission statement].... especially the youngsters....
and boss everyone into "come copsing with me to save the planet, well actually I will be in the office writing the press release about how you are all doing just that saving nature and you get damp and smelly...."
When the truth of nature is far more complex and yes there are SOME areas which if left cleared will attract cute rare butterflies but the natural like err normal landscape provided plenty of those areas in the first place without human help because they fuckin evolved way way way before two legs even got up and scratched his psoriatic scrotum ....
But perhaps the overriding business is.... two legs, me, three or four times  a week to get out of one's system the dreadful crap that these career~eco babes demand...oh they demand.... just like the spiritual writers you cannot have a conversation with them...they run off crying...
or worse.
So one wanders along into my  hidden valley of many resrvoirs.... in 3 or 400 wanders around and about I have only twice ever seen another two legs....
But, from 1/4 of a mile or even further, there she is, she sees me...spies me..... now despite the BBc elevating Meerkats to special species status which is pants, ducks aint daft, they dont need their own sentinel....
They parasites or some may call it cooperate.... "quack quack ehh mate did you see that heron set off from his perch he has been sat at all morning trying to catch the last fish left that hasnt been poisoned by Bulmer's and Charles [he bigger knob should go first in the landholding stakes but i doubt if Louise actually did her job proerly he'll be around as long as the sugar vendor] acedia, in the whole county....   now herons dont like two legs they hold some grudge for some reason....so en garde....oh yes we dont like them either..."
Followed by a minute or so later ducks being not as bright or maybe brighter as they know they have plenty of time before the banging starts...a hell of a racket as they flap their way across the waters and eventually head off South...
WHich, in short, disturbs the whole smorgasbord for some time.... half an hour, maybe longer...

"so especially in the winter months.... truth is that I may cause heron, and then those further down the ladder so called.... one missed meal a week, maybe two.... because time is grub to all beasts..... and we well at least you and i know that.... all disturbance equals less grub which in time means it may be that one snack that was going to save the poor thing from kicking the bucket a bit earlier than it may had two legs never been invented..."
"yes truth though it would pain me more than anything especially as theres no one to talk with.... of course we must fence it all off and especially kep away those fuckin female copsers....

But no... you simply could not say that to the doggies....
with their sacred cows and royal oxen
they know.... that man is perfectible into taking so much care that he can learn to live in the bush and wildernesses and even if does happen to inhabit an area where nature doesnt go and blow the whole shooting match for itself by running from him and in turn disturbing loads of other beats who should be munching at the pondweed under the waters or blah blah.... never mind not go and much it all himself when the going gets tough....
And even the walkers, the only occupation that is the best of all never mind hahh hahh every study at last coming out with, by dint of my 5 a day...miles.... I am the ultimately healthy being.... would live forever if it werent for the five pouches a week...
The walkers must be restricted.
But no... you could not say that to 99.9% of the so called protectors for grant cash and all that fuckin kudos they are addicted to in the most horrid of ways..... to the official bosses.... especially if they are babes of the woods....
And have a Bulmer degree to prove it....

But why... well it is obvious..... but where and whom..... but what .... but.... back three years...
My wanderings at the Wye day in and out...
One day early March or was it April i forget ... though do have the photos to prove the diary.
There you are... hark, yonder camp, smoke rises from the river....
FF an hr or so
"so kids.... [teachers bristling with hate...utter hate...and i had sussed  afew out over the years] ... we could say that  Swans and their offspring, but remember these are as they go pretty wild... they haunt here and up further the river and i dont think are the kind that Queens kept for their sarnies.... this spring there were very very big late floods which caused I think all the nests they were tending to be swept away and I believe only that one pair over there have managed to quickly get back to the shaggin and manage a late brood... see those three there, you can just see them peeking out from the undergrowth... sadly there were four yesterday....
Now they need to feed, they seem to like this patch just here ~ this patch of water just next to where your ten tents are...
now being as you are with your wonderful thoughtful super eco Steiner school here on a nature expedition....
perhaps we, you and me, here now may do our own bit of conservation which is for some of the time you are here at least pipe down a bit...or perhaps take yourselves off over that area down there a bit which is not their territory....so they may get out and munching again....
Because they dont really like coming to close to us here...."

FF an hr on the way back from walk downriver of my own to diturb more hero and other beasts

[teach, the one who is so so sexy, as the gathered underteachers know, why they are there for paid vacation at the river] and does like an expensive bottle of wine.." I pondered what you said.... but you know what fuck off we are staying just here.... you see, us at the Cornwall or was it Devon Steiner...we are going to be sending out into the adult world a whole generation of uber babes and naturalists who are going to go off to all sorts of glamorous jungles and save nature from the niggers who must munch them to live...
And so called "ethical gold" vendresses like Rachel s who wont answer a polite facebook that xmas day on hi rach... look this gold... dot dot...
 
No, our children are going to be because we teachers are going to make them...saviours of the world.... eco world...so, no I have decided that they benefit more, and then nature in time will benefit more...by us staying put just here rather than shifting camp 100 m to yes just as nice a spot....

Now, the funny thing of course will be..... when all the nigger nations too start to learn from Mr Steiner as I am sure he will be off consulting on in decades to come...how to train their home grown children to so as they may one day fly off in their lovely aircraft and save nature all over the rest of the world....
I could say more....
I said nowt to Mr Steiner....
what on earth is the point.
And i was shivering...despite the early spring warmth.












urge of the bourgeoisie not or an psycologcalren

note to ed, i.e. self, as only the self can really know the place you are and the context of the words flowing well, but in this lately rare instance (you have simply no idea of the rearmament process such that hardware failure is rare... ) of the keyboard suddenly being taken over by the screen warriors of N Korea or wherever else they are fiddling with the words... which in the old days would be so what cybernauts are what they always were, just noughts and ones and if peering inside or mucking around with words are the new form of terrorism well that appointment with the rope beckons because stones hurt and if words are ever thought to in any way matter... humanity has gone to the dogs of war for really daft reasons...
note to self before the keyboard failed and i can be bothered to retrofit the replacement...
was going to say words effect but cant remember now, did type the right letters but they got stolen by someone and all we are left with is some indecipherable shell...I am not one of those people psychologically scarred and troubled such that life became only a knee jerk against ones abusers.... quite the opposite, lucky...or just had perhaps one or two good calm guides....
ignore them... the parents that is. Forget
But remember one thing.... there were the plebs, there were the lost to Maggies world of pretending to be new squireachy.... via knockin about in some cool old sports car aston martin or what did they all lust after yes e type....
silly billies i knew a few...and they were all just the same sheep.... to the eventual slaughterhouse of the alcoholic bird turns on them sooner or later.
But I had the interesting added little factor to factor in of as i bring it down to one line... Sunday, was always that lump of newsprint on the table.... in the days when The Times did do some quite good real investigative journalism before we sold it to the trash that most of sexist Australia is....
But my father took The Times, Telegraph....AND Observer..... so if you have what in simplest terms being they rather are... is the answer to the chrony capitalism and dodgy souls and mad turbo Affluenza there in front of you year in and out well you really don't have much of an excuse for being a dodgy tax avoiding philandering sexist pig twat....
And may be a good deal culpable than, well almost anyone else....

was my eventual mid 20s mantra....so get out, and stay away. For good.
So i have no scars....that need the eternal palliative hot pressing ,,whats the word compress, no thats the posh version, ... hell Im knackered too tough to let go and just let words flow...
cotton wool
facemask like mud
it wont come.... oh you online thesaurus what a load of fluff dampened and left against torn or throbbing flesh.....
that every victim of suposed abuse now forever demands of our society.... when it was not even their biome which was getting a thrashing.

Simple, if you spend time with animals and pigs.... and even the science knows clearly.... if a beast is subject to even moderate environmental factors that it isnt used to being in like ehh for many many generations, because it isnt really natural....like a pig pen by a noisy road, or next to a barn full of loads of squeeling pigs....even noise will "stress" a best such that it has lower repreductivity, does indeed spend a lot of time frantically wanking off to dull the pain ...
simply put is subject to some "unnatural" "trauma" ... which in nature ~ i.e. that which still defines who we are, may indeed lead to raised levels of cortisol or whatever else is the marker for, get away, fight a bit... overthrow the current regime as it is failing to cause the peacefulish coexistence that many so called higher beasts are largely attuned to....
which is a very Utopian view of nature, wrong, in that of course it is "both" in that there is no chosing in nature.... if a herd of lios is largely following basic rules of stability then not so much adrenalin in the bloods...if for whatever reason there is necessary disquiet, other hormones click in and make it ...other... there is no saying which is right wrong better or successful...
minor "stress" is no different than a major stress or trauma....
You either had some stressors in your life as a child or you did not.... period and the sooner the whole of society just accepts that one simple matter and stops trying to hive off the cream so as to venerate one group of victims over the rest, well....

Me, the words...let him die
worse than any sexist pigging.... "ragheads" or ....


he said, ....
so me I like the underdog...... especially when my particular leader is a cute babe and has been tested and with one huge reservation.... well, is kind of on message....
had i known well of course Ive read my all sorts of Gold Acres of intelligent attempts to get behind the mask ....
Had i known that the poor luvs are in truth so dodgy because in fact they have almost NO POWER.....  that they are treated with contempt by the chrony capital that runs the show and they just some side dish.... usually ignored...

!!

Well in that case....





and the racist rant......

so, (the and of the title is skit....and..... I havent even dealt properly with the crap flowing into the rivers..... which [on tape,covert] ... is confirmed as on the increase.... ut it s the response, you see wimmi are pathetic it takes a man to go face up to ...the men...who own the land, especially the richest, he says.... "but, well, rather than deal with the cause, as I pretend ....just sucking up to local Greens I invite to my fayre, because they have the best crumpet.... [and dont think I did not offer up to his silver plate... the sexisest little tart of the vales....in person...and he was tempted, even gave her his card, before his other three strumpets in the background sussed out ... fuck shes after his money too..... to do...what he says he is about in the doing of it.... fund some green stuf.... fuck bitch kill her.... and tell im if he spends a penny her way we'll cut it off too...cos we need every single penny for our interior dec ops...... fact]... i shall just spend more cash restocking...[which only disturbs the balance of nature and is silly, never mind what a waste of his stolen cash"

racism is when as will begin today, the pipsqueek ~ some 1% I seem to recall..... of a nigger economy, goes commie...
And all we are going to hear for months...... is how we should consider sanctions. In reality what they will get imposed....
Brought to the brink of being bent over some Acropolis toombstone staring into the Apocalypse..... Europe rent asunder as they give it us up the ass.....
They are irrelevant
Except of course in the one thing that the plutocratiat fear......PR
That it may like the filth emanating from Menschian chirps......re her fab torybabe loft.....spread.

Which brings us back only to pity. Any Britisher who does not know as I discovered on a few binge trips courtesy of Peoples Express at 99 bucks ... that no matter how much cheap liquor you fill yourself with in Manhattan you cannot anaesthetise yourself from cool hard reality, that as discovered some 5 years later when I went to decorate an old mans house in Washington in return for a plane ticket and bed ... and curiosity i mean, if he sits there talking so nonchalantly of a load of wars...he was part of enabling, in the UK SS... and still, as Christian Fundamentalist....
Is he not just as ...well, some boys go round shouting "let it be the will of my brown god...." and they are labelled Islamic, well no one calls all the whitey soldiers, like if the world hadbeen saved from his particular loony extremism in the form of lets go and help out brown man and while we are at it maybe a few will convert to my Christian palace...
No one would even mention that he and his fellow thugs and arms sellers were committing "Christian" terrorism in the Middle east or Cambodia,,,,
And when you factor in the fact that no person under 30 should ever be considered to "be" anything because they are in transit butterfly hopping from one fad to the next....
But an older man say Bush and Blair  who do indeed bring a little of their divine into it ... partly at least...
well, is it not a little double standards....

No I do not recognise the i word.....

Now all I care about is PR... I would never write any clever erudite novel or new version of war and Peace [so badly adaptated it misses the point entirely of the first family that brings in a bit of equality and communism and even honouring the hookers.....but bourgeoisie bbc never mind all the rest cannot herald such a slur on as they say "feminism has gone backwards.." because ] .... because quite simply enough great boooks are already there.... especially in truth the best of the lot with all you ever need to know for the sake of world peace, That Weaver.....
never mind the most beautiful construct of someone taking in a child not his own blood and the communist effects of it, her... he she it.... humanises him, educates him into all that matters.... and she even ends up tellng the toffs to fuck off thank you very much i dont need your fancy decorations....
dad....
you made your bed...and actions were all....
hahh i never thought about it...... that was me!
gosh isnt that a tingle through the fingers and up the neck moment!

oh yes back to 1987.... NYC me never posh just lost drifting getting over sort of the only time in life threw away what wanted but wasnt up to....too much trauma maybe in the past....
so go anaesthetise the soul.... FF 5 or 6 years.... or was it 7....now i will never be other than the scourge of the bourgeoisie not or an psycologcalren but only because i new enough oft them to know it is just soso boring...andanyway when you lose it, as history states almost all will sooner or later.... if youve had  a ton of it well it sure hurts more and is more dangerous to your soul when you lose it...or the kids kill you for it...
But good products are well made...period.... no matter how much of their cheap liquor and more reasonably priced nightclub entry fees you pay out... it can neither take away the dread, of just like their paint compared to our paint, and talking house paint here, is some cheap nasty version of the real thing that... fails to cover properly, is difficult to do even the basics of actually painting it on ... their wimmin are just as inadequate in the sac....
which no drug can plaster over...
get the fuck away from here! and never go back....
 





Hmm... so still major sleep deficit....
And silly me I KNOW there is no hope..... as in
OK 'ts like this but there is no way I break my purdah which is just because I know that there must be ultimate free speech....
But a story must, charm you into thinking you have hope, too.....
And some lose ends must be either trimmed with the scissors ..or if you are El Saud ... pruning loose limbs national sport....
Or woven back to the perfect rope....with which one may in ones own time make noose ....my choice, fuck all to do with you.
I was always my own man.
SO why has my body clock gone and bloody well set itself to 6 hrs up you get bastard it is hopeful reeengaging.... I mean what I [in italics] have to reveal, in just simple obvious stories which are as bittersweet as...[infil later] .... no man can argue with.
Never mind the actions, hahh 6 mths [for GOOD reason.... even Murdoch Towers would be on my side as in you do NOT treat a young politico with such contempt,...ever.... the tarts who get their tits out here ...run down to London in tears and end up on the game....are MADE so disempowered and embowled.... by that very attitude .... shown even by the ultra so called nice gang..... ]
6 mths of open honest street corner preaching.... warts and all.... even if qualified by certain good bits.
But no, Louise Mensch long ago proved that what I knew to be so 40 years ago... and often share with followers.... "THE problem has when we forget about all that rugby football boys toys for mates Sad and co... men generally who all my life I have despised with peraps only one or two lovely old men exceptions..... wimmin... [yest, its like this, all your fine projects that change their name every 2 years and even I have lost count and track...but 15 years ago... the answer sorry was always evident at the Friday night bar of the Blue Boar... the reasonably ok, not too wanky line of men at the bar.... all crying into their beer of no woman, no whorehouse for miles....and in truth for many no hand to hold on a jolly good stroll up into the hills....you see, just like my own mother so I am allowed to say this.. they come out to play at country squiress for a few years, or maybe there is a bit of Barbara Good..is it E... but not one ever, means it.... they cannot escape the pull back, like junky magpies.... to the sale tables of Harvey Nickers..... worse still, their bourgeois pretencion that their interior decorating is cooler than everyone elses....the British countryside does not work because there are NO fuckin functional incomer families because there are almost and we are talking herons left in peace by even me.... like none like... except for the wonderful farmer couple i met 3 years ago in hilly wanders where she is always sat on the back of his quad up there all hours lambing.... women do not mean it, that they appreciate the absolute nothing human.,..to the lands and hills and rivers and ...countryside...never mind they drive the absurd addiction to loads of ridiculous stuf..... me i could never live in a house that does not have more than two products on the shelf.... one a toothbrush and the other a block of use sparingly simple soap....you just dont need any one single thing else.....and wimmin turned even men into morons who may as well be wimmin the amount of silly poisons because they are it gets below the derms so says the sci...." ]..


tt cash




Now, there is only one thing that makes me happy well apart from a conversation (yest) at last....
"but The Dreadful Don [pretends to be HayWye resident when it got trendy, doubtless a bit sad that my publishing photos of Becky in COOP with the hashtag bet she will be joyous when hubby Peter on the board of pretend community landholding for the plebs in fact sells it off to Waitrose [in an extremely convaluted fashion of course... causes them to think twice and quietly withdraw their many year plans to demolish primary school etc in favour of leaving things be ... not that in any way would I ever after the last few years not say COOP are in Cameron''s pocket 'ehh.... tee..... yes now, could you help..... that basket, we know that in fact 90% of the scum which in places like some poorer hubs of Herefordshire is about 50% of the plebs..... they eat loads of economy butter and yellow bag currants...being as they are the two by far cheapest forms of something vaguely like nutrition...and that smelly blogman has been going round taking arthouse photos of the box of econ but always being empty next to the other boxes of butter at 50% more..... it will not get into the so called national shopping basket, because it isnt there now.... if you helpo us starve the poor by actually just stopping those lines, and if you really want to play ball stick a notice next to the vacant lot saying we at the Coop are bringing great new choice to our great customers, well those who have the energy to walk once theyve run out of cash to feed the meter to charge the scooters.... by increasing the choices.... of these far more expensive packets, ehh thats just the packets cobber.... of the same currants.... 50% more.... there we go good boy and your reward will be in the Caymans waiting for you in ten years when it matures into the fine Camembert that smelly cash will always be, but....].... ]
hmm brackets really expand oh well oh yes only thing makes me happy is dozing off with some rubbish on the wireless at 820pm.....
does not make me happy waking at 3am when .... hmm.... even if I do spend the aft taking tea (unplanned, now that is the real story....but not yet..... lets see)
with the fabulous female candidate... I mean real candidate.... for the only game in town. Except, hmm...I believe really rather more him whom proceeded her....  " all these power committees handing out the cash i do....  [Nationwide BS several sources seem to independently verify the only even a little bit try to be ethical and have some actual transparency, thats a surprise..] ... and have done 30 years...the thing that comes through most, is that from County Seat to indeed ex Tory tarts .... the truth is they have no power.... you could say that they have only 5% of the swing in any process of decision, cash, planning, all economic and social development... it is a river of gravy and the politicians struggle to even dip their toe in the real currents...never mind strip off and get in there all the way..."
Hmmm... now THATS changed it....because I believe him. Because he has passed my test of attack with SO MUCH CUTTING PERSONAL OFFENCE its ...well, its good when you get harassed into a cuppa....




* a day out with the secateurs.....


* translation nto Arabic, or just plain language of the treble cut:
1. Excepting the king of all sedition, the fabulous Mr Sewell Bri...  99% of those with plums in their mouth, as we used to say in the old days~ quite an adequate prejudice as it was across the chopping board, true.... cunts in need of some knife work (even if in my case I only ever think of the enemy as poor deluded people like those who would wish a peek inside Mensch towers... that twatter feeding her worshipful congregation with her millionairesses view over Manhattan, doubtless with fabulous interior decoration to go with it...thats what the photos exude...
I saw them, a long time ago....
As part of my "ok so who is this Tory tart who has so many twats kneeling at her feet afront her scimitar (bet, like my own mother, she would have killed for one of them too, was it XJS or GTX i forget.... ).. lets see what all the kerfuffle is about....oh yes see the undercurrent, of prune the smelly unwashed underclass who cannot even aford a moped to go out hunt for the big game of a job.... being the bicycle parts you buy in Briatian, made~by~Mensch kind of Britain, are such that the average price budgetish end indeed cartel as much as any Saudi oilflow, because the all set it at £10 baseline...for something that costs 5p to make the amount of actual rubber in them....do not feel it an economical option to bother with a bike on the road any more that requires constant Moroccan~taxi style maintenance just to get from B to A and back ..;.. blah do blah ...slash and burn the underclass unless they are capable of quickly becoming mee....is quite obviously what we see here, ladies..."




Prune* her....

Saturday, 24 January 2015

And the impossible.....
Or nay even porpoise....

left field, ... almost as impossible as the mop ladies of Greece.... spilling their dirty water I am sure their private paymistresses will take out of their hourly rate....
(fuck thats goood I mean I am still on Maggie work rates.... real work.... and unfortunately nothing like the lawful rule of 7 at least hrs a night PLUS makeup....and never have a second to preplan or even get back to the billion posts in drafts...i swear on my fuckin silly non existence i will get back to...NEXT.... )

chucking their smelly pale sludge...under the shiny leather souls of the kleptocrats whom thought forever ...have them beaten down by the mop
And make a whole new fuckin govern...meant...
Overnight....
And they were beaten....
with real jackboots.

Anyway sadly dont have the time for the slowecotrain down to enjoy the smiles of what was impossible.
But there is something even more impossible.
Now, I have three arguably four, rather long fought for fledgling relationships.... just a chat over a styl;e or on a country lane....
With three who actually are forced out into it, by dint of they cant even afford a moped...
But sadly have been programmed not even to notice it that their fabulous minds and thats no biggin anything up as there is no point sucking up to the so bleak the prickles of the spikes you cannot even tell if they are sharp or born bent
A relationship takes at least a year before you figure anything and thats just the way it is never mind a conversation does not begin until youve been waffling at least an hour....
without interuptus.
But I have held in there, freelance, hidden, quietly biding time....
And secrete ops.... no one knows.
I know quite well three 20 somethings....
All forced into rural trailer trashing it .... humble even if two are at top universities... and the rules are of course the young and that is anyone under 40 as that is always how long it takes to properly mature into a free mind confident of just some of whom one is about so would never dream of
even identifying it is not for me...
I know who are those who over time one does perhaps need to hold,,,as sad example.

But thats for me....
The one thing the older intercourser bent over the country style does not say...ever...if you want to have a good and attempt at wise chat...listen, nudge...
is "in the old days..."
I am not stupid.

Bit what is frankly mind blowing especially as one i suspect pretends the whole fancy uni his place there doesn't even exist its all so bleak and fake...
But you cannot fake one modern zeitgeist that finger on the pulse I can feel beating away.
And we are not talkiing about silly expensive beardcuts pretend hipsterism....I only seek out the above fashionistas...
" I am beginning to see..... look at some recent history... or just common sense.... there does indeed seem a lot of... really fundamental stuff, authenticity.... simplicity.... what life should more be about.... there, fairly clearly even if it is hard for us to make it out...in YOUR old days...."
ANd that is not me even dreaming of those words.








did i remember my point.....
In US at least they were up front: you will work in the iphone slave factory... and be abused and shut up be gagged from talking about it or else........or starve to death. period.
Here.... no, we have our own ways..... dont actually tell the Plebiscite what is so obvious the BBc are 2 years at least behind...
never mind of course never doing their job properly
This channel: "ehh...could we see please your Mandatory Reconsideration Notice that you have waited 3 months for...
"ehh I see this letter, written by your ultra fab legal charity helper..... it asks one obvious question, simple as can be, the issue, to be answered in their MRN....
"yet, they do not even refer to what the claim is denied on, the grounds...
"never mind the gobledygook I cannot even understand what it means and I am great at words....
"not surprising you feel suicidal....
"addendum, are...."
The rabbit running mirror to mirror and they all reflect back,  he isnt white any more....



Point forgot, being....

us at least they are open about no more welfare affecting millions
here... the minister wont come on
the pension addicted of the DWP are gagged and wont talk
they will not even answer questions in Parliament!

100 a day....

Just a fleeting 5 mins of Montagu...bet she will have been a visitor
[then OFF....you just do not need to do one moment more research ever.... even if she almost proves the point...as if she listens to me...]
The world, well Britain and I wonder how fra it spreads... has become those truly horrid, horrid to themselves the most in need of compasion aspect...
gobby in that even more horrid regional accent, Wolverhampto polly other wise known as Birmingham or Dundee Uni...
They come on all pumped up and full of what they have grabbed from the promotion video for paintballing as bonding session or bungee jumping in the Andes....
they are forced into that upspeak even 50plus and ....
Well it is their "job" to as Montagu states....
"you produce all these upbeat recruitment videos.... but the truth is, the patient..... even in a rural to the outsider apparent dump where no one moves around much because all the spasmobiles cluttering up the pavements are limited to ten miles an hr....
Except
The GPs so so wonderfully lovely enjoying their fabulous career as the promo says....
Well, funny that, cos the most mobile of all in this region....are indeed the GPs who've all fucked off elsewhere, likely Bahrain to go fix the lash wields of the torturer regime....
At twice the cash.

In a land where I bet ten percent are shoehorned by the dole into jobs making videos lying about the jobs and lifetyles ...or starve
Yet the dole will not even send their minister to the wireless or even answer eminently fair questions in Parliament as in please can we have the one simple number which you were able to provide before but now will not exactly how much food money have you stopped being it was just a million a month, then overnight as Cameron plots the next PR round ten million....
And being it is mainly for food and increased busfares to job interviews....
["hmmm...now, do the math.... there are no new self employed ventures this neck of the quite ordinary woods.... and the NEA rules were relaxed so as you didnt even need to be on the dole a year before getting it on day 1.... and, well ... can you see any of those supposed half a million new little jobs in a year or so...?"]
laughter.

The one thing that is guaranteed to cause more overload and trip switch cuts in just after the fan has been roaring a while.... is confusion and not knowing which ivory tower Kafka is sat recreating his characters....
Funny that, just when "100 wonky folk a day are being sanctioned i.e. kicked off... their food stamps"

But of course what the dreadful beeb....
I have no grudge but by pure chance for many years I vaguely knew the fine Molly who when isnt sat there being a hypocrite and utter fascist of the "take the motability scooters off the scum [sic, actual non spun around for jesting, words]...." whilst manipulating planning control to sell land to the other scum so derided, "and as for all the new fangled scum who have moved into my dingle...I bet she is one too..." said of the woman who laid her hands on her poorly leg ...
Who just happened to have also created a little node of really not very good BBC wireless presenters around her.... over 3 decades talking now...
one rule for them, one for us comes to mind....
One, the silliest and of course fat one.... (i lightly battled with a few years back ... no issue as most of the time too fat to get out of bed and reengage so me left to plod on my own Blottesqueian way)

"But my young students are just so joyful happy and wonderful..."
well they would be of course geting into an elite dump where being on CV is almost enough.....

SO, I have no interest in anyone else.... my job done...except, what is interesting is things that should not be, also that so obviously are contrary to how portrayed...and I am not talking about boring silly women who are paid to spout self reverential crap... even if god have mercy on their souls as what you do for sheckles does tend to pollute you.... in part anyway....

One of the, indeed THE thing... that should not be, I mean 20 years ago the ordinary reasonably on~the~zeitgeist person ... even if TV eschewed for many years .... but one can still unfortunately be made aware.... especially if one is of a progressive bent self taught Turgenev into Mr Z... back round the dark alleyways of Thomas Bernhard into...well, there are none today... no original real thinkers...

And then in other places, The Warren beach one where so much damage was done to what was the perfect wildflower meadow and the money men did the worst deed ever....
another day

The one thing that it became illegal to even think 20 years ago, was that young people - especially late ish teens... should, learn, or just be made aware of "how things were in the old days..." utterly boyband~tacky~tv~and~cheap~parents~and~thats~the~rich~ones souls recreated into something else, new, impossible to reach by such words....

Now, for some time, it is obvious, we have good as in likely largely as good as can be produced... with some genuine thought thrown in even if he is useless on sex, cowardly, being that he had a newish wife younger than him and new babes all to suck up to so had to be weird and coy about sex.... data from people like Mr James....
It is obvious, suicide rates, self harm [which isnt, really, 99% dont actually do much harm, do a real pathetic job of it.... little pricks] .. wonky phases [they get conned into KNOWINg they will be afflicted with all their sad little lives....] ... sleep aracnia or whatever silly new word is given to tossing in bed...
so someone can get billions in research institutions...
The young truly are bleak.....
Very....
Utterly deep down rent
ass
under
the cosh of fear....
what if I am one of those who cannot afford 500 a year on tech and chat minimum.... and the other minimum 500 on haircuts and thats just the boys

They never speak of of course but if you spend enough time on country buses with them it is quite obvious never mind the absolutely ...well continual overambitious lifestory they present... I mean I doubt there are enough redbrick uni places a year for every kid on the Golden valley bus to be a cert to get in...

All sad, all dangerous.... because they do of course have a sort of turbocharged existence in the flitting from one thing to next which in some ways will tune up their innards.... so be ware... lets just say Greece did turn round and say fuck off,.. we had to borrow the cash to pay our cleaning ladies....
so it went to a good cause and just as many times in the past... big countries like you too....go hang for what we may or may not owe...

Almost overnight in the 1840s or thereabouts revolution did sweep throughout Europe from the sultry south up to colder lands only took a year...
next time will be much faster of course if it is ..real....
And next time...... sadly, you see those youth are not daft... if the math doesnt add up, of rather a lot of older whiffy ones they are slave to for almost ever...and their debts racked up.... the turn, the flip of the joyriders car speeding along on the potholed road...into their instant death
May be only in the blink of a Heron's eye....

All that is obvious.
















of course it would end up the race to the bottom

put on a bit of new~phase inspiration loud in the headphones (beat the system..kind of....we will call that one a draw)... over to the Tube... and the ads of course no longer have the "wait 10 seconds" / "wait 1.24 mins" if you have listened to a few already.... now no notification hos long you have to put up with the scream, and that is America... Britain had some sense of decorum, well did, that the first directive....is that you DO NOT auto fuckin ramp up the volume on an ad....
Yes it used to be paradise.... YUK...used to have something about it that wasnt....yank
And the great (of about ten) paradox.....
Melvyn or who was it, errrr.... a few days ago, "you will not hear in this video indeed tabloid tv pretending to be wise and erudite.... [I think above all, the problem, and of course all the critics have been forced by the lack of dole to get real jobs.....]
Or be tarts for big publishing houses....for, is deliberate... as is tart.

You will not hear even Mr Kaiser with his philosopher mention the key..... that since philosophy began....some long long ago.... philosophers found that they needed to be sent to the wilderness, be Candide... be in caves.... be in old caravans by the river and walking the riverbanks at night (oh yes I dont think we got in, JCBs at dawn.... stealing.... about 500 tonnes or more of shingle..... to build massive horse yards that all around would mutter doubt they have planning permission....for the yard to be situated just next to the river floodplane so that huge mountains of ammonia and phosphate rich shit, never mind all the shit in their system being all are yankee medicated of course just to manage to get through their day....
as of stated 15 years ago.... "the only reason to come down from my hills into the theme park, was a couple of fabulous beaches..".. inland...
They wont say on the eco~tourist brochures or Brecon Beacons National Park literature.... that for the tourists, the fat ones from London who need a 4 bye to get them up to the sticks... they steal the beaches too... where the little ringed plover had her last nesting ground ....

The Mexicamn or any other so called philosopher will never manage the context.... that thinking wistfully, which is at first as you descend into the abyss and smell.... is the scariest journey of all....
But you need to go through it without any neon, specialist equipment, or even special hotspots where the beautiful people flock to to bask in their beautifulness, en masse....
You just need some entirely out of the way place, hidden ideally, where two legs doesnt come and bother you with her flaws....and contempt....
And confusion......about of course what every word ever has been about as many have pointed out.... we know we will die.
So get it into perspective.... which, really, only in nature, can you be appropriately reconfigured and formatted to.... notice. What matters. And then maybe weave it into..... if you stick at it a while, something parallel after all as long as you give yourself time away from the hubbub and tarts .... and you want to be away... because you are lucky enough to know the only pleasure, true..in life, deferring the ego and desires over to little ones who despite you, are they, yet need you to hold their hand.... and clear up the projectile vomit occasionally that sprays over the shared bed..... because I like very very cold high houses and there is always a price....
And the price of course becomes later on that those who pretend they admire your easy ways, your clearly successful ways of bringing the child forth, indeed bringing far too intrusive a word, just being... being as one should be and no one is 100% the perfect....
But when you inhabit the lofty "second highest farmhouse in the so called Mts, Black " for seven years ...and just as it should be it hasnt been modernised for 200 years....
And that includes the old rayburn, which doesnt, as the chimney is so clogged up with crumbling cement the owner so mean and arrogant that it took a year to listen to the...
[tbc]

But I still enjoyed her.... you cant take the more Jewish than the jews out of the British farmer type.....

So you dont just end up, indeed just as with about 1/2 the folk in the world.... you snuggle up together mid evening for warmth.... wintertimes, moving into just one room large fireplace even if most the heat sucked out into the minus ten of the peaks outside....
One large stack of foraged wood, the ferrets make their castle and enjoy all the night....
One rather ok as hired sofa ... doesnt quite fit dad, but a couple of pairs of thick socks become in time a pleasure like an old comfort blanket....

And most nights dad and kid end up dozing off together after a good French arthouse movie on the rackety old Dell....or Attenborough... glad at least that part of the education was managed....
And you remeber that...you do, remeber dady Dave....
All your life.
Fully clothed..... indeed that is the key to being Maggie and smashing the unions, fucking the journalists, destroying the whole damn progressive pretence...
which we shall come back to.
It sure saves a lot of time, and the truth is no one knows, out there.... if you get a good system in place.... the most bourgeois construct ever is night clothes....
The same day ones, unless of course you are a fool and have a life requiring an appointment with the Iron... lady....
Will do fine three days running and that includes the nightshift too.....

And in Britain, of course, hmmm....what a shame, only one short lifetime left...if I had ten more then documentary number 17 would be very simple, on the tricycle around France or the Pyrenees....
"SO in Britain, if you snuggle up to your kid for necessary warmth..... and v a v.... [not that anyone would ever dare actually taking it anywhere in any court or any fuckin overt report with me.... I can assure].. the default is the British disease of assuming by default something more....does that happen here?
....but the real q....and but well...would wimmin you have loved..... end up always sinking to that lowest attack of the scoundrel..... afterwards"... that hanging chad of a lowlife sad
person who themselves of course just never figured out
How to Live....






 










Thing is..... now, as stated, I am loyal and retain my sense of being thrilled at all past lives....  I like to have it my way....
WHich is plod on as if irrelevant technical anything simply hasn't happened...and those so called innovations the sheep bleat at the smell of the mangles lined up in their winter high pastures, laced with growth hormone which will one day cause their metabolism to be diverted into just keeping aloft their chubbier versions....such that even the one watt previously available to brain circuitry... is no longer available.
Which is unfair to sheep being actually if you spend a lot of time quietly sat in your car at a gate, several years almost, or resume the trend sat in corners of high pastures...sunny suntrap ones, and there is always a solution to the glary screen...sandpaper is one... you do of course appreciate that just like Meerkats that the glamour boys manage to pull in the bullion many a year to study discover... even sheep all have their own individual interesting little quirks...
Doesn't mean they're so atomised they can't work with the flock perraps when it matters....
Anyway, I won. And did not plan for a moment, a month ago...to resume this most boring and tedious of all battles....

even the bus to Utopia, cancelled in the cuts....

hmm, just as it should? be.... what a weird blog this is, you see there you are, those Americans with their endless OCD fidgeting.... Clearly they never had that pleasure, it is only fleeting in this epoch but I do remember it well, of some workplace or perhaps it would be the layout of your workbench with the vice just placed in the right place, or the smell of your A4 jotter come diary come to do notes that becomes a second limb over three or four years, and as time goes by a system image comes to mind at almost every use of that third limb ~ bad parallel actually because it is extraneous and that is the point, it is as if an old dell in the woods revisited each time and you have a frisson of it being functional, there, timeless, and for all its simple nothingness, something you have made work for you.... just part of your existence in that curious and ever more used as  weapon need to interface with the world of in the face of other human beings in work or some other activity....
But no, the Utopians believe that by endlessly fiddling with it all, even the rather good Audacity sound recorder I have used many a year to digitise my old lps... for many a year the main volumes are on the right... then some young bossy one comes and decides it must be different.
They would never know the pleasure of revisiting just one part of your existence time and again knowing that you dont have to get used to some new layout every time.....
Because, if you did want to be Maggie.....  you have to have your tools, layout.... working well, organised, you know where every tin opener and hearth brush is..... always.... such that your brain can concentrate of the what matters....
So whata weird blog, those yanks must chuck in your face your readership...so you can hone yourself to Utopia.... (when for the first 6 or 7 they left them in another page... and it is a perfect parallel, one cannot fathom so why a year or so ago does the liesdamage fanbase move to chilly and rather weird to say the least Ukraine, as 1/3 of readers... YUK drop off to 25% or less....then all of a sudden switches back to US YUK first equal and la Belle  third place just pipping Allemagne....
It is unknowable. And that is the point, even if not very thrilling, the figuring of what is irrelevant, such a thing as reader.... more likely skimmer, and anyway if not read by first language English, whom also have a brain and eye for the treble entendre ....you are wasting your time entirely....at the moment anyway.


iw was [innix] worth it.....

Friday, 23 January 2015

patience....

just waffle, the word of the month..or so.
"Animal spirit"... waffle.... well if you will let the bulimics take over the waffosphere....
Pure prejudice, I mean if you think about it..... the animal spirit which is an insult to both animals and spirits....
The world waffosphere...... waits.... it doesn't really like it that Europe has in fact not only way way ...way.... tried hard to figure reality, and done the work with a bit of a hat cocked in snoop to the lands.....
Which must utopian (Ive read and hated...My Rand....)
recreate it all with new rules every other day...... and of course rules just, leave folk...lost.
Poor America which even faked the pioneering spirit, all those little individualists being individual out West.... was in fact plenty of big companies paying their freight costs on the back of the barbed wire sales...
Never mind their cowboy hat being just a trinket bought in the fayre.... left the rest of the year above the mantlepiece.

If you were so dishonest about your past. Of course you would spend your present and future pissing everyone else off with the endless attempts to perfect the human soul which....

I mean go back several thousand years. Slaves, indeed largely a form of human house pet, most would over their servitude build up brownie points and their terms of service would improve and most would receive  a pension or at least fiarly good quality scraps chucked into their kennel.

Enter America otherwise known as the World Bank and skiers of Davos... (which is very boring as plenty of folk have harped on abouut this for many a year and no one listens so why bother ever mentioning )

People have not changed despite Mr Z.... well actually people have changed in that their heads have disappeared up their bum ...overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time


Oh yes, now, the great thing about America....when, must do some research....when

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when the state says some years back ...was it peraps ... 7 or 8.... "right you underclass scum, languishing on welfare, starve...  because we shall do every single possible thing to stop you getting it, for your own good the odd careful person may have said carefully....and then there is the rest

The problem with YUK is that quite quite clearly to industry insider, and of course they dopnt speak because they dont want to lose their pensions they are sure Mario, super wont be ruining.... diluting, because thats what he is...
at last
if only he would SAY so (max kaiser will take at least a year to exclusive me first, that one..)



Quite clearly 2012, end of "the only way we possibly retain power, starve the scum, kickem off welfare, by default, even if the law says they must receive it....just drown them in gobbledygook letters and a year for a maybe tribunal.... to the street who cares there will be so few inspectors left to count em.... but just dont let anyone klnow, especially them....thats what we're up to.....
And it will get worse.
Or better depending on your view on the poor being also driven mad as the suicide figures apart from other things reflect....


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we will come back to the yankee way of assuming souls will be by their means perfected...
perfection takes a hell of a lot of hard....work

what [innix] a job....

is it worth it?
The thing I like to do ...  put on hold whilst one revisits the chilly pathways between storerooms.... of those destined for little more than the jelly tray.

And, so called advances..... the old fashioned and perfectly ok outlook express manages to rebuild itself ten or more years on, yet the new fangled Live Mail..... of course it cannot.

But.... conceptual art.... What would it be entitled? something like all the silly folk who decade the last have waffled on about no archives any more, when actually it is just a matter of self discipline, restraint....
(thats a weird one the Autistic society was born in 1962 that surely was a typo.... wonder if they knew that virtually everyone would stick themselves n their spectrum as an excuse for managing to keep on top of simple admin ...or not..... )

Art installation: words/effect....when some mysterious force nags you into getting up at half past four when you really do need to catch up on all those Maggie hrs lost of late...
Just to finish of the last but one major job on to do list.... hell of a job... that is Auschwitz itself if you fast forward to...well, now...or rather the interesting year of 2013 fizzling out into now, when now, the pure art form is that "ping pong"...
But it is as if there are two players, two separate tables....not quantumly entangled

Player 1.... serves his bossy email, full of meetings about speeches ... player two whacks out his... same team of course, same subject.... but the universes never evermore loop into any form of matter recognising  the properties never mind content of ...
And so it goes
And goes.....

I suppose it is worth saving.  Because, though trite and of course I am a pipsqueek with nothing any use to speak
SO many people over the last two centuries have tried to look at what may be
reality

of course.....

don't be daft, vanity, an silliness, the brick wall would come back and hit you on the head.

Thursday, 22 January 2015

But....

why bother, really.
A note, time to go back to the notes scattered.... now they are all off my desk in fact free of all desks for ever....

Dealing with problems over children is about the story; sometimes I may spend three or four days with someone interupted by their no~manners mobile if I havent chucked it in the river or jumped on it. In any event it is always 10 at least hours.... nine of course, and it is entirely accepted that you have a society where even the most worthy and beautiful people, so in touch with the love in the world and often making money from it.... are unable to even discuss carefully and fully, issues over children which may define the next fifteen years of their relationship...with their similary so godess..partner.

SO they of course need someone to talk with, about their pain and twisted soul.... but it cannot be me, much... because unfortunately you can't pay the extremely humble laptop electricity bill by dint of it....
ANyway I am genius at digging through the dirt...quite gently and always listen to all. Even when every one can't be bothered in this silly land to do as asked, always have a notepad and pen to hand...

what do things mean, really, I like...I would have related to the date at the pub...

what does infantilised, way way before kiddult and all the rest of what was always just grow up...
And there are reasons for people experienced passing on advice...
But the funniest~saddest phase of all.  Having spent days and days and no jolly good feed ever offered by folk this land any
I write a jolly good statement.... ten to twenty pages...it matters, that a judge knows the vague truth about a person, who they are...including always give some "ammo" to them...meaning give them a self criticism...that way you "control" often what they always get huffy about...it usually works and may cover something perhaps worse.
Even if I only ever work with the "average" person...for their cohort.
But perhaps rightly an official will always assume the worse... so you have to explain with words, mine but honest enough and quite testable on oath...
who you are...as of course the Family Lawyer (we will not even bother sticking in average) will not have even bothered with the basic background statement for you, knowing that the judges can read minds of course...

But it is the middle classes.... having got the story down a tortuous affair..... and then written also a formal plan called the skeleton, judgie poos will see, if he can be bothered,  and an informal one called our strategy plan....
They are then told, once that goes through the judgies letterbox, that is IT.... that is your script because the one thing they hate more than someone fighting their corner,. properly...is not actually meaning what they say, or altering it.... their pea brains cannot manage such sophisticated concepts such as my work has changed my shift so I will have to renegotiate or swap a few days with the other coparent....
Keep to always forever only the fuckin script...that is why it is called a script to make it easy for you...
But that "script"... apart from being central and so so much work gone into it... incidentally, works out on average about £1 - 2/hr and thats an OMDL...part time was so bored to death long ago by: not keeping to it, nor plan of action so tortuously worked through.......nd the even worse sin of....

When dealing with say a snotty bank manager, VAT man or landlord.... say head teacher Roger and his mates...
For decades, even I knew at about 19 or twenty.... the best form of attack/defence and generally just making it clear you know how to spell contempt and that criticism is constructive but you only have so much patience before you walk out if "they" wont at least meet half way in your valid footstamp... that you are right....

"Your OnHer.... Dominic.... please refer to my statement dates XXX ...and we have already never mind ascertained that your secretary paid for by the public purse didnt spill her nail varnish on that one...ascertained you have a copy...this time. .already spoken of this matter here in writing I have fuck all else to add....
please refer to my letter of the twentieth instant...................statement, paragraph 49...that is why they are numbered in first place...."

And shut up.

Do you think that every middle class fair education person Ive dealt with for the last 4 or 5 years can nowadays ever ever listen...despite the fact that it has been rehearsed by mutual consent about ten days.......Do you think for one moment the middle classes can do exactly what.... is best way to solve that which they seek help to solve..never mind the average 17 year old being fully aware fourty bloody years back.....
Call in Oliver.


anyway did I get the punch line? you have no idea the lessons in motion, never mind the indeed small amount of latent anger Mr Pinkerton leaves out of his calculations, which also belly the fact that it is quite astonishing also the amount of aggressive honks one gets on the windy roads, when one quite obviously cannot be any other place than in the road as in at the side of it which to them is in...their way....
as in the "wouldn't it be nice Eric to move out there to the countryside where we can now Ratcliffe and Co relaxed all the planning regs all those lovely chavs maisons can bring in new blood... oh yes... spend our days scowling at other users of the very small and windy roads we came over to be using..."

My business to somehow sideways sex being as we are in the week of "down" after "up" Chilcott into whatever else they wanted to spin which was a perfectly adequate word before all the silly media about the media on the media too over...
I mean if there were no media.... but that is silly because Pandora always was for outing...

My business long ago.... hmmm.... somehow paint a diferent picture
Not that any are receptive.
But that dont mean dont do it.
Especially when one has known for so many yonks how unpalatable the Monty Don [bandwaggonning being a future innit, recent arrival from left field when others far less dreadfully trite were doing a slightly better job...like stick the Boot in Kelvin...]et All   approach of far too few "silly~billies" and told you so...sssssss....

But I have no interest in any other approach as I always knew the rest simply didn't work and anyway missed out the important bits of, how....well thats series 2.

What does however be a bittofa bonus is... speechifying on the as always so often entropy into  apathetic garbage which.. the lazy and egotistical
Their little rings of yes men and wimmin...
fall into when as the alternatives do above all, suppress truth to power....
by their, roll back 16 years "your bad energy.... booh hoo not talking to you any more.." vis even polite constructive, and a little sceptical at times but always philosophically put...constructive criticism  criticism

Know, the enemy, and whom those words could not have been more timelessly better made...  even if of course it is not the usual suspects. That is the definition of effete and dumbed down, infantilised...society.

We will return to matters I do care about, only in that face to face ... (but if you had one of them, you could stalk her and get a wink from her droopy ete.."....)
I have sat with a few brown folk in brown lands and heard despite their rags and eyebrows drooping with hunger.... considerable common sense, especially when speaking of the egos that drive men to be other than always at peace....





SPEECH!!!I

hole in COOP

employment

one ambition, to sex not just up but

just   notes hurried between woirkstations 4am yest


you will not hear...
None of the above, below..... gets to me....
Nor could  a life sentence for lampooning the lamplighters   (who by the way along with a range of completely unlawful destruction of nature is what I have cried over 20 years in my region...that no fucker ever does a thing about despite many reports, like the range of reports I put in about jcbs down on the river Wye at Dawn ... people unfortunately I knew....
and knew would smash my knees if they had seen me there with my camera (inheritance from 3 husbands fucked over 8 million quid )
and all just 2 km from Mr Florence's 5 million quid in ticket sales on the holier than thou of the environment make syou laugh if it didnt make you want to do other things...

right, lets segway, full volume 29 mins in of Mr France.....
to....
something better.....
The Kluks..... I am not sure ever bettered.

SO, reporting, three times to the man from the so called National Park Brecon offices.....
with a promise not to name the name...mine but.... that it is on film...all three JCBs...
the exact spot too where the schedule 2 birds mate, mate....
do you ever even get a word back....
and as many times on the phone
And as many real slightly sleepless nights three years back....
But thats just routine for the region....
And the similar reports of illegal poisoning along the SSSis can be used by the tourist shooters ... being the natives munch their Pheasant food ....
SO being as all the inspectors never get out of their NP press release factory telling how great it all is for the other tourists...
They know they can cock a snoop at every eco law going...and do.

The real pain, is the speeches.... speeches on speeches to be made at the next meeting.
I have sat through.....
crying into the beer if there were a community that may even manage a round
But of course the greens around and about Ive known years cant even manage the simplest suggestion of lift share to the holier than thou loveins which are indeed just social events for those not comfy elsewhere...
speeches on speeches.....
As for doin owt................

Thing is, hahh this time did recall..... speech..... even if one were swooped up under Theresa's lampooning laws...forever...
You cannot takle away the impossible.... that will always stay within, one may not have succeeded in even getting an inspector down to do his job (and various meetings are on film.... which beggars even more as i domnt hide my camera....and am rather pointed when it comes to matters of old on youve failed....)
But bringing forth to ones huge surprise... because I know how to let people find their own way .. based on access
To maybe just some of the great extremists like Mr Tariq Ali and co...
A good mentor feeds in slowly as all desperate needy hands...grab at your balls and twist hard unless you keep your distance ....and i know how to

 To have a disciple with no preamble stick its own nose up from the pit.... abyss not of my making I make nothing but never shirk from naming the digger

And speechify the above.... full hilarious volume.
Excvept, maturity, is knowing exactly who of late it may be aimed at.....
The problem is.... the usual suspects, who take community capital and waste everyones time with one launch event after another name change and new mission every few years same old people, preaching to the same crowd of so called convcerts...so many little ec and community initiatives you do get to a point where you cannot recall their names any more there have been as many as health service revamps....
The disciples must know by their own discovery that..... the very organisations they have infiltrated
Are exactly those who Ivan so fabulously predicted so long ago...would perpaetuate the same...old

But the only question in town is how indeed do the young find their own way....
because and we dont do apocolypse or things are worse for any generation..... but

Hahh there she goes.... last but one planned post she always goes on strike..... but this time....
this time....
we do go back..... for the spell checking...PLUS

And a punch interuptus a few days ago fuck me up the hollow tube of a bicycle fork smashed in the darknight gutter of way off the beaten track roads littered...gutters...with buiders' and fucking kids who should be left in Birmingham where they were born if you aint gonna bring them up to know...that if they chuck their cans and chips out their 17 year old windows into my country lanes.... then they are inhuman scum
But I bet it is the imported buiklders all those extentions and conservatories to add on to the thieves from Down South. homes..' hmm where does that apo belong ..state it clearly!

There is only one way..... they too busy with their speeches about speeches to announce further speeches about more speeches to the suposed converts it too scary to speak to ordinary chav scum that invaded and are so so so in the majority..... and scowling at me for the "threat" by occasionally saying OI....it aint fuckin worked....

This time....  well that time..... cos it is already done...  me i do no media, I am above all of that.... always was..well once the foundations carefully cemented in...by my old mentor.
And  afew other chance along the rocky weird road
A few years back..."against every single principle and thing i wish never to ever in my life bother with as a good book is all that informs.....
there is only one conceivable way.... all failed and never mind townies you can plot how the British and I am sure plenty of other psyches became only of the scary noisy and weird city where actually nothing interesting ever happens except for one demo or other one one newsex ual fad which is only ever avoiding sex...

someohow......some fuckin how....... making that hairy shirt, not only as fragrant as the fucked~glow damp on her belly i shall never forget....
some how the hell do you....
kill off all the growth of even more pious and inhumnan Pollies .... with their TEd speeches just to utterly boire everyone to tears of fuckin ineptitiude and addict them to even more speeches about even more Pollys (is it y or ie a name never know must have some kind of syndrome silly me)

someohow, because preeching to the fake converts never works and anyway its the 97%....  that matter
some..how..... sex it up......
Somehow... how
Except I know that the last ambition as i entirely disagree with any popularisatioon of even saying anything the masses may just get
is what
In my can of worms.....
I already
Have.
It is very ...challenging....
Which is the only really beautiiful word in the dictionary.... I know, i now have seven in my team.