The Exodus

  And this one is not part of 'it' except is the only one that actually matters.

In that whilst i doodle here and there in a few online portals - never ever promoted via any other website and never ever do i waste one second googling any "traction" i may have, to use another of their silly horrid technoTeletubbie words, i write only for myself and the fairies. And occasionally email a url or two to someone i have thought may be valuable. I probably went mad too and am wrong - no one any use ever. Everyone even more stuck than ever. 

 

Silly bad journalists hyping everything of course missed that in reality their own domestic administration in their own country in REALITY gave up almost all rules some time ago.  Quite rightly. As has 

https://unherd.com/thepost/denmarks-state-modeller-why-weve-ended-all-covid-laws/

In fact i had a look at Novara moaning media last night and how interesting even if Mr Starmer and co and every so called green egalitarian spokesperson had turned into use covid in any way possible to politicise their wrongheaded bad rhetoric, Novara haven't even mentioned covid almost a month...  they haven't of course released an "its over, never was that big a deal" video of course just in case their kind can see a cheap way of getting customers in via it in the future...

As the local elderly off duty  copper i met up here at the next style up  from this one (pictured)  mid May 2020  -  peak ultra freak out ‘lockdown’, made it quite quite clear to me sat there,  him watching the sunset one evening at least two hours out from his abode.... “no one should care if WE are wandering our lovely hills all day... bollocks to their neurotic city people rules.... “

But that is not any interest of mine. My only interest since mid April 2020 is that i happen to live somewhere were there are very many adorable styles like the above, up in the hills - an hour amble from a small village nearby with safe parking or a lovely campsite nearby, or even  a few houses i am known at where spare rooms were always available for someone with a brain, wishing to spend some great time ASIDE all the neurosis...and amble around some styles.... 

They don’t have to have appended themselves to me.  Though self interest was an occasional tripod holding person would have been useful. Because i do do a little filmic stuff elsewhere that i know is quite good. And brave. As it is about the virtual fascists that greedily damage lands and wildlife around and about, even here. And it gets so so tedious standing around just me and a selfie stick. 

 

There we go... what a gorgeous period of discovery: every single one of dozens of folk engaged with over nearly two years them stating they would love some walking in the hills, time 'aside' the bullshit; maybe even collaborate in a few wonderful healthy outdoor animal focused projects i had ongoing, and never ever ever in any way their money involved stated at outset,  is a lying mad bullshitter...

 

pity them all.

 

Because they will never get up to these lovely styles ... far too busy spinning more lying yarns about their (fake) homespun little existences on their absurd Instragrams and less so facebooks (usually only affordable on southern money - tons of it....and a husband still stealing money from everyone via the city of London or some other such bullshit factory such as consultations to health or other 'industries' ... they can never quite forget exists)

 

pity...

 

 and just forgetting all of this cant and vanity and every word online being a lie, except from me,  was the fantasy of another deluded user...  so be it. 

Knowing where the goalposts actually are is always the only source of a quiet mind, and actually real centeredness and peace...

 

End of sermon... bollocks to all. No one ever ever ever for a millisecond takes from my enjoyment of my styles... hopefully soon to be uprooted to another warmer region. Or maybe Norway...or....  

 

processing ALL of ones shit is terribly good for the soul. Especially the absolutely  tragicest ever ever ever stuff and turning it into sort of 'art' ...(elsewhere)... for my reader or viewer to chuck rotten fruit at, is freedom. 

Or maybe she has changed her mind.....

Oh i did so so love my 2020....

Me and the copper met only once.... so few up there in the hills, me taking Tammy for a walk.... so often. 

road testing her up in the hills.  You had to be there 

but  then no one else could ever be there

god only knows why their faerie dust keeps them farting around with their silly phones in city parks..when they could have just walked for a few more miles and made it somewhere nice....

no people around

Funny thing i was just thinking yesterday about Miss, BETTERthan Minnie...

And that is real discovery...and pleasure.

still just a few short audio recordings to weave in to earlier posts.... later

But really why to Exodus. 

Aside. For good.

Because none of your absurd poets or moaners or writers can see

 the evil poignancy.

Sat at eight am in a parking spot by a local beauty spot riverbridge.

All of a sudden the cars - all status cars even here.

Alphas, bigguns... "Pickup" this and that the fashion now.

At fifty k 

Even here the pickup, for the private school 20 miles yonder.

So what, accept it, that is life. They won. They own it.

But then one young fella steps out of his mother's Merc, shirt tail flapping. 

Bit of a jack the lad perhaps. Bit of a free spirit. One of the funnier ones.

Ambles up to the parked up minibus, private school name emblazoned on the side. Awaiting.

And down steps some old thing, his mask so pulled up high

at his eyes.

 it is amazing he could see the step and not tumble down.

Their driver.

'masked up' so up it was frightening even to me. 

And there he has it not a smile and howdy but the now ubiquitous large (will be expensive brand of course, expensive school) of " have a good squirt of this before up you come" except he will not have even said that, just a greeting too hard to bear any more for them behind their cloth.

And they certainly wont bear the notion a little more than a notion a year ago or a little more ago that all these lotions never did a whiff of good. 

The fuckin thing at least has the sense to stay more or less air

borne.

Get in only through the gob.

Time to shut mine forever.

And i shall not post that so so tragic image even if it kindof sums it all up.

Suppose someone will complain on health and safety grounds or whatever bolshie nonsense  everyone wishes to impose on everyone else these days, just because they...can.

Well, i can

 indeed, go.