Thursday, 20 August 2026

Now, being a wordperfecteress one has discovered, being word perfect must be the new phase...

 'The END' being merely a turn of phrase

so to speak.

Even if my ohh my in these last ten years

say what you mean and mean what you say

my constant refrain, day after day;

is may as well be farting into a hurricane

(i like the way she said "he is, not came, and will always be, here in the fresh air between you and me" anyway i have my calling and lucky me

just to jot, but never sourly

even if 'twill be seen as so 

utterly surrounded, though one even hates to use such insulting words

all them bleedin endless Pharisees, and Sad ones...)


Anyway back to business.

A decade but also side quest, hustle

https://landlope.com/ not even the socket and quiet

so as to figure how to make it work on simple url

rather than https off to 'blogpot', god know why,  technology hell.


Anyway one lives to landlope another day

(never felt quite so out of 'place'  as here these days..

so much sadness and champagne sparkly

stuff in the way..of simple consistency never mind propriety!

a job done BRILLIANTLY, hot sun, not enough to keep any of em 'happy')


Anyway with maybe one exception I float above all their dissatisfaction

with their own day to day, or all of life

LONG ago gave up the quest for a trouble 'n strife

But merely finding quite randomly a couple of seemingly good uns who could communicate, this mode, rather than me...

especially the Swiss Walker and her same-as-me bounce

LINK down the page  seems like another age my life TOO full

of nothing ever really happens, so never expect one thing to, either

https://landlope.blogspot.com/2024/08/purpose.html

And in fact love of the camera and wanting to say something, rather than pounce

at the not-quite-right, unapproved co-opted word one may have Miss Pronounced

flourishing instead of merely growth. Or mere survival, or how to persist.

Though in fact that desert is merely to 'deepen' 

And i guess learn how to BE ... 

metaphysically:  we.. just are, here, now, more than me. 


anyway back to business sadly the bouncy Swiss had rather too much inner rumpus understandable when dad of her kids changes into a dress.

Even if it was a decade earlier.

But it takes a long long time and loadsa  lopeing... i hope she continued.

Never mind getting OFF her gizmo watch (every undulation of the path 'twas following

and telling her how she was on schedule or not...my my what a mess, no warnings heeded.

ahhhahhh yes the digital detox or rather "cure your kids of whats worse than small pox!"   not my gig, solo man,  unless there's assistance required..or needed

Anyway why did i reopen this lid 

other than to celebrate yes i know exactly whats better than all those lovely outdoor jobs i did.

And also one day organise the links and categorise

for all i care about, younger eyes

to maybe learn about what a jolly good ultra organised methodical mind

may make of their chaos, my thing.

Meanwhile NOTE TO SELF

Mister beautiful beardy, 

and his answer to my mature parental enquiry.

"what happened in your muvvaland after they decrimmed the tragic junky?"

Was perfect, and changed me




 why did i open this again there was a thread i lost

or as she said and i wrote in the longer other one  16 years ago

"its just about colouring in with, even if you never get around to joinin',  the right flavourin,  all those spaces  between the dots.."


Yes... long ago even back then landlopeing along with that fine Swiss traumatised one...  merely looking for someone not me, to speak on similar subjects with happyfaced clarity authentic. 

and MEAN it

Thus far failed...how sad never mind 

oops that n word again


But what do I "need" merely a mutual benefit jobs-for-SPACE

GOOD VIBRATION or even frequency, place

so as to merely every day at sunrise or midwinter longer sleeps..


ahhahh the meaning of life STILL is if one can have a happy eight hours  nourishing shuteye, as lastereve ...all is well... it's nice to have new dreams, too

but then one can never [fact] tell

even if i do believe... and would like to know in who..

or is it whom?

So much here as a wise one DOES know

still is class, politics, money, class

if you don't understand bites at your ass.

I do

But it's so drole to even bother speaking of it alone.

All the rest seem to want to bash you with their unsmart phone

Just for .....

well.... it matters as bringing up any child without them having a fair start

'where do you live yes on the social class chart?'

is fantasy.... and those never ever ever work.


New phase, not infact because of the new unseen  pathway 

 stumbled upon

In my  rather unhappy 'office' as it happened. 

But because my ohh my another fizzy one

starts insulting me before her fixing job is even begun!


But i would never tell or identify

Being before i started yes those Pharisees Sadducees   flippin eck

behind her back had the cauldron boilin' so as to stew  her neck

she can't be that Mantiss-like  or non-paying...  surely

Poor thing as good as Hypatia-stoned

in public, but i never google  

me i operate only on what with MY eyes, i see.


But there's no pleasin' anyone ...

forget it all, that time has gone.

So as i say.... i know why one should retreat, find quiet sanctuary

me just cos i always love to write my two decade chronicles of reality

and the quieter my surroundings, that gives the time and space to bring out the best in em, politely

As every single one

 even Mantiss number one

gave some priceless [cost fee, habit] gift,  i still smile whilst incorporating,  daily

but hers " telling off time" i think already is  better than all the rest so interminably

dull and boring, when in fact what you want to hear is what's your real feelings, whats YOUR reality

so i can learn where your line is, in perpituity

As i don't mind read,  


....ahhahh i remember now why i opened this...

they so many do unintentionally 'steal' your story, your lived reality

mine, so long English avoided,  one loses touch with their sensibility

it may be insensible to me

or downright bonkers oversensetivity

but you never know.... its far easier to meet half way if you're told to your face slammin' her door

being used to being poor

and they genuinely need a jolly good whack

exactly where the offence line is no sitting on it...

means no borderline between you and me.

just a landmine 

or ten but they can be fixed ...given time

And clarity!

Its like having a new toy i never knew may exist, the idea of 100% ferkin hyper stated clarity! 

to me is purity.