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.
anyway here in this only
poignant and poetical portal, i don't think i have even mentioned the
'situation'.
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/
As the local elderly off duty copper i met up here at the next style up from this one mid May 2020 peak ultra freak out ‘lockdown’ made it quite
quite clear to me sat there him watiching 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 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 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 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...
Being "Quinn" 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' ...here... for my reader or viewer
to chuck rotten fruit at, is freedom.
