whoop whoopp!
happy times..
* = A euphemism for, in your so so yummy person region of The Marches,
that lovely Hay Festival of The Woodstock mind... my last three employers... real employers
Even if one a local Queen.. so so revered by so many
paid money by the council to do well-mind full ness.. yoga
Two who own large lands (they did not earn the money to buy themselves)
One during the 'pandemic' - tail end summer 2021..... (the definition of happiness is my life has been so absurdly full, it seems like ten years ago)
... ... haven't paid their bills.
In two cases real hard work restoring outdoor places.. they could have done themselves of course - woman can rurally work just as equally as men
But no.. they steal cash to get the lands (if no via divorce or the like)... come here, set themselves up as Mother Theresa - almost literally......of rural 'communities' .... and then always now (since 2020) ..find a way to not pay a tail end period of a man doing hard work sweating in he sun...
Now these are not just any old jenny-come-lately... these really are the smuggest " i am holier than thou" many year established...
Thing is i have been established as long, knowing full well the whole region is full of thieves...and when i work i have a recorder on and photo most of my day's work
The measures one must take..yes... in
this beautiful example of Britain is rotten to the core...
Except also one must develop real 'mindfulness' - lie low... conserve energy.. (internally) when now and again one runs so low on cash one cannot even run around in the motor to charge the batteries up... or eat.
(oh yes 'spiritual'.. woman assisted moving to uk 18 months ago... recent this - didnt pay her expenses to supply small assistance at her beckon call.... carshare somewhere she said she wished to be as the fairies told her he energy runes said it was good... fuck me the bullshit i have listened to for years from old bags who think they are mermaids still...many of course parasitising he middle class women of The Marches trying to 'heal' them.. euphemism for steal ...their inherited or stolen down-south loot)
A quiet period of reflection upcoming.... where it ALL starts to be written nicely by hand...
all...
i have a superb memory.... even without my evidential trove...
And a large notepad i love writing on.. quietly.... no broken machinery, or even hum of processor...
Oh yes and one small matter - i do believe good art should come... now i dont do bullshit. (but do have a broken keyboard so may seem like i write bullshit for now)
And someone i put a LOT of time into environmental-project--assisting... was bullshitting
But i am only interested in TOMORROW
she is founding a megga arts centre - bigjobs... millions...
Underway....
(and i set a few allies in the foundation stones..)
Who knows there could even be a room - a whole one... before the main site is built.. a mermaid cave on the fringes (my real writing site i decided to call the slippery fake nice people turn up places like Hay..Presteigne..so so smiley and full of the divine light and yurt wisdom...and often drugs... temp newname - on my other site - mermaids...) where a huge arts project tells the real stories... aristically...of why they more than anyone failed to protect the environment their facebooks have a decade or more been so full of lamenting is buggered... because their fake interest (and NEVER 'support' ) is what ruined it - actual community environmental work- so much time put into them...for nothing, except it even cost me thousands in wasted expenses ... actual accounts available..
every penny remembered... and i dont care about money - learned 15 years ago this lot will never pay their dues...despite heir smiles..and steal your home or gas cooker or.... anything they can behind your back... of course how they could afford to be here in first place...rents so high now... foodshopping so expensive...seal to ge here.. then recreate themselves as soft edged pixie... for show
ART - real art..beginneth soon....(2009 photos and film of a nasty landowner Price Grenow... deliberately chainsawing the only butterfly habitat for some distance... me and lass created......in HER lands... up in he hills...so they can evict children to develop old house into tourist cash...(ohh and theres a LOT more tothat story of her illegality..Rachman landlording)
a decade ..of skips photographed..on the lands of a town councilor who nowadays gets grant cash for fake nature reserves [sic]..
what went into those skips is a beauty to behold...
And the furniture of tennats...unlawfully burned..
fabulous art
REAL grown up even London-worthy performance art..
100s of hours filmed..
1000s hours audio
terabytes .... lovingly maintained...
despite them. Never to spite them... merely that a real man can handle the TRUTH...
of them
(any church person wishes to assist ..i have so so many hours film and recordings of religious bigotry and FACTUAL misogyny... i shall take the whole fuckin talking shop down...
- either its time to pay for a real bible... [they all only ever want cash - so much proof is daft - and hey way they parasitise younger congregants especially young women - yes in uk now.. and last 15 years.... ... my my... tales need telling - because unless one is misogynist Mormon where mainly men only DO stuff - beg on doorsteps with silly badges...inother denoms young women especially are so needed for smiley PR ..... carry heir begging bowls - cos they fool the bystander far more readily with young woman smiles.....] ...or get on loan a copy of the best book i have ever read..miraculously it was on display at St Davids cathedral 2008ish..The Vicissitudes of the clergy... an astonishing utterly hilarious thing - my lass and i we peed our pants read it under gheir glass....it was page after page of the truth of named reverends.. who "speweth" after "goosing" [or if not , i did say GROPING.]. a congregant and pissed as a newt on the church wine... loads of stealing heir candlesticks from heir churches to pay for hookers and more wine..it was Monty Python on speed... and just a TRUE account...
THE TRUTH.... in lurid magnificent detail its paradise in a book.... must have been late 1700s...
well i am going one better..
soon
