Now...it is really pretty rare that i ever even refer

 in person to anyone...

to even one of you..

meanies

however next little essay i must do proper really does say so much about how they don't know what cake to chose and when they may they chuck it up...in your face

to be cont

Now...one last wanky wandering day

a whole sequence of a dozen short audio files including interview with the chinese woman

i love my interviews...so do they  - they usually tell me just that. Her little tribe were jaws open in enjoyment

Number one of thousands...

but....

talk about actually dying on the job... live audio action

hours of the latest uncopyrighted but original philosophy

(apparently Voltaire even if hero didn't actually have any 'original' thought, good for me) 

files  05 thru 17

 a few private for now  but one day soon (as they are technique - private technically but i am Mr transparency....so should she be..its the way you fix...yourself... unequivocally... )

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IRGiqZBuLTN3K2KPIGBDGpHYQWzhdujG?usp=sharing

now during my long usual 15  km or so  twice or thrice a week..

ohh but they'll be DIRTY picked out of someone's recyclin..

listen to audios

three in three weeks them buggered up angels 

now... i should sue for emotional vandalism as I had just spent the last four hours saying to myself well silly me only myself to blame as being a NO FOOD WASTREL EVER..i know not what that phrase means, maybe its one thats slipped through five years beyond its use by date...so fair dinkum no one to blame....

but me 

but then near paradise....

and in we go to...feminism at last, KAIROS,  today

Now.... The Technique BUT you must embodywell be it full on, only embodily

NOT READY TIL 2030

meaning usually the improprietoresses pick on those alone and with perhaps time on their hands apparently in 'distress' - not me ever, distressed that is, but they do pick on you...  but.... you must fully quietly ALONE mergolating BE the joyfull blissy stuff that results from indeed their impropriety... 

see last item off simonclayton2020

That is a far more longterm cause and effect = 

not quite what they may expect

The 'technique'  - one day i shall dedicate a page to writing up nicely and in wanky Winterings type language, is no matter what  impropriety or downright insanity, or tragic fuckupery,  others dish your way..in my life only very occasionally, what you do is,  no! not twist it back upon them as ligature to their neck..if they have one above their heart -  a fact i still do not know about especially Southern Lowland types...

but in fact congratulate them....for the true advantage that you got out of their failures -  usually just to be sane grown up human...

As there always wil be one....

today Another Dullish  Day in The Life of Ivan a perfect case in point 

now a smattering of rather a lot of recent creative waffling thus far to only myself...

now the short silly trite version is that i wouldn't have gone blackberry gorging if not for one..

who's knicks are sadly in a bit of one

But then i also wouldn't have sat down and finished my list  -  lesson one...

And even delivered it and my my what ultra fun... there is simply no one quite so much learnings FROM...

 but i shall come back to that one day soon

and for explanation you have to go to day two of the technique, a far longer waffle here

https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/nowone-last-wanky-wandering-day.html

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

NOT QUITE FINISHED YET..

It then rolls over to the next day

But there is a whole other page the fun bit...on today

The real deeper other dimension to the technique

get 'IT' back

 ... now even if big chunks missed out, for now, in a playfully, ever so slightly sardonic, gently so, quite quite 'deliberate' mode or modalities....cos i have quite few ineffectual dimensions

meander around and around  hey ho.... i got to the end...ssss....

Not that there was every any point... which is getting 'it' back all the way, soon to explain in a maybe more transparent way.

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/why-transparency.html

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/08/the-opposite-of-emotional-cripplegate.html

Feminism (me gotta new word whoop whoop 'landladyism')

NB my own MAIN interest for many years is often riffed upon but with the butterfly unbrained these days likely context forgot: THE 'environment' - which is not Swestershire or any of the Southern counties,  is FAR healthier on average when there are smaller farms or landholdings.  really weird dodgy modern day sexual politics (mutual benefit and economic collaboration by those,  who also for economic necessity generally share the same bedroom) has decimated the functionality of the smaller landholding for  twenty or thirty years.. i've seeen the Wasteland resulting so many times; so many fall into acid hissy fits that the whole REAL rural lands no longer functions well which may be as prosaic a matter as getting a reference from your last landlady/lord  in regions - the environment, where often people know of one another over many years and anonymity of the Lowlands does not exist - that's how it all WORKS -  maintaining propriety. And i know that's gone and been right buggered up.... and the Swesternites trade on some false version of 'femininity'....and as a result of this weird dysfunction one saw the London 'financial' operations moving in and buying up the very friengelands of places like Herrock hill  - owned generations by a 300 acre family operation, now only solo manfarmer chappie, and those city spiv Fiscalites knowing that life is uneconomic if poor Adrian - quite a sexy hulk, can't any more get a wife.. they move in and make an offer... he can't refuse

and nett result many more monocultures

and CHEMICALS...cos thats what big farms DO: best bang for shareholder's buck...which means only one word: intensive)

(They are so predictable: off for their long lunches from 1pm...peace!!)

But missed out which proves despite THEM my mind is a superpower - their fave word, for merely persisting, them...

yes Meghan Daum a rare useful 'gateway' late 2020 into the supposed 'hetrodox'' new smarties pantses and skirts...

And a few fairly sane discussions encountered via her attempts never mind her cocreator S Haider..

the only interesting person on the interweb of nonsense..

But alike David Starkey with his WAY 'over the line' moody huff comments about the darker people... never mind Rod Liddle recently clog popped, ANYone with a  public platform they pay for being optimised and hashtagged, unlike mine i pay you in my time, and of late (yesters), serious real medical affliction...  there is a SIMPLE 'line' that if you don't know by about age 20 you should bugger off until you have learned it means " never" 

in her case...as i was saying in the below waffle an hour ago...." BAnkman Freid..may well be a tad chubby...may well have been one of hundreds of thousands spivvy salesmen AND women bigging up 'ethical' giving or whatever is their latest cone.... HOWEVER when he was arrested she stated in public ' and he's just so so creepily ugly too...' which is way over the line in respect of something  that is known as immutable.... you can't change it its the hand you were dealt in the great combo game of mums and dads big and little eggy things....

FREE SUBSTACK AUDIO

now... my my you've got to be in a simply superbly bulletproof mood never mind kairos comes when IT is ready to come...

to get blurting out on THE biggie

Feminism. The bible. (and ‘landladyism’ - methinks there’s a connection) See note bit missed out at https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/feminism-me-gotta-new-word-whoop-whoop.html

NB made this morn 24 aug there are at least 30 ‘episodes’ missed out - made this last few months, and some are in raw audio on ralphschism.com but not here..yet

click to listen

  https://ralphschism.substack.com/p/feminism-the-bible-and-landlandyism

  

REFERENCES other than my years of actual thinking...all MY OWN WORK fuck off AI 

and that was missed out too, i was going to weave in:  so if as i argue so so so much is pervy rote thinking, poor AI hasn't a chance at knowing what to DO..next.... or who on earth we  - it's slave soon to be, really are... as if you ask me a HELL of a lot is one great big spin operation.

(foreigners need VPN due parochial mean creep BBC blocking you all nowadays not even PBS does that...)

superb fabulous program so so life changing!

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0030cff

The Deadliest Book in England

If you listen to Sign o' the Times, watch Taskmaster or pay your landlady, you are unwittingly partaking in the amazing linguistic creativity of one man. That man is William Tyndale, and You'll be surprised how much of your daily conversations, the music you listen to and the TV shows you watch can be traced back to this remarkable translator.

OOPS NOTE TO SELF RECORD IT AND STEAL IT AS theyre still up to their ridiculous meany trick of time limiting it too

The end of three years watching paint dry, soon

 three thousand as i jot

But don't ask me what it"s been for, or maybe she was right it"s a ' hologram' 

if so all i know  is wham bam thank you mam

But then there's that weird little one word clue

 exactly five hundred years aback....

who'd have thought.... 

In their interminable latterday moan

Even then there may well have been a woman pocketin'  her rent

neigh stealing.... your home. 

Now for once i have actually done the edit on time

of  https://www.ralphschism.com/2026/08/my-guss-dotcom-is-now-protected-finish.html
but i shall get there with the rest one day

After a day like yesterday,  it's now all one way...  

to the whorespittle or who knows where.... but i know whom really is heaven on this earth.

To be cont

Infact all sorted out almost ...soon.

Now... i am loyal, very.

 And give me a good girly tune, I'd never heard of before

even oif Sandy got there first with her " your fickle friends "

line, summed up a whole dull lifetime that as sure as ferrits are ferrits

(I TOLD HER THE STORY YESTERS.... " and three years he had ignored us rudely,  bleedin Northern moleskin cap  and perfrormative sideboards, prejudice

[even if i missed out the best line about mainlining pork pies]

bleedin ignorin my lass as if she was made of only Southern slippery ice

as we drove up it really was THE END TIMES,  as if me with my unregulation hair crawling  with head lice

'dad... i just looked it up god it's Richard,  that one judge who never even meets us  eyes to eyes...

walks away in a huff,  soon as he sees our offerin' ....  no  rosette for me today... 

uhhhuhhh dad why did we even get out of BED!

 won't even get underclass good try well done pet ...come back into the big peeps ring when you're adult and we shall see...'

" and i tell you...afterwards,  with best in show AND best nipper class, that's 'THE double' in ferrit world, no more no less,

Chatsworth House, thousands of wobbly ferret types all a fluster 

at the great annual fuzzie muster

who will be crowned above them all?

it may say all comers but you have to battle for some years at least to be accepted as equal, quality, especially if you're south of their Humber

really just a number

"but afterwards i mustered all our courage

and wandered up to our crowning judge 

never before even an ehh up lass...

' so ehh....richard... how come... prey tell.... top of the fuzzy pops, not mere  top of class...?'

'lass.... simple.... i only ever seen one other ferrit like that in mee 'ole moleskin  and cloth cap clad, real man of the ferrit, whole damn..life

  " the day i hope she learned, doesnt matter what the peeps are like

" their manner..... a good country man will judge you only on, whether you when all's said or in case never said, and what's done....

" she was judged to have  born 'n bred the very  best 'un..."

Anyway that's a private Utter joyfulness impossible to have imagined.

But loyalty means no matter what, i know what the journey was...

all that wanderin' round the Roseland.

And i keep on  keepin' on and have rather a lot of late

with which with,  no matter what, just maybe educate.

and a whole damn day best ever of them all.  In the can even if nearly death by one.

Which may cause a nation addicted to psychodrama and hysteria

to come back later and listen in, to a real journey,  into cliff edge criteria. 

Or is it criterion? 

Bloody impossible language never mind when one has the whole newspeak  as case study in one...

poor thing i really wished to have augured into something good for her

But then there's language, and doing.....and one for certain "never" 

 

  

Take a memo! That's what i need to ask her in RETURN...

 " righty ho doll....  even if i don't know if there is a sweet one underneath the hardest external version its possible to headbang into...

"me... only time for years, about seventeen to be precise, i've sat and listened to some music live well it wasn't any live gig i was just in a field in the ACTUAL middle of nowhere very hinterland unlike these ridiculous Londoners come up to say HAy-on-Wye which became a suburb of Surrey and just as well connected and luxurious Bollinger sponsored marquee, tented... 

" and you'll hear them saying silly things like 'there we were in a  field in the middle of nowhere'  when all they are there for is to get their ugly mugs on national, not regional tv... 

" anyway there we were merely ,meandering the wilderness on old bikes me and then equal sidekick and we pop into a sort of field that seemed to have a very small gathering pure nosey curiosity .. and this was the moment back then that the music died to use an aphorism... or is it cliche...

" a 'public' gathering in fact promulgated in the once great Time Out of The Marches Broad sheep..  a dozen huddled around a campfire in a field way way off the beaten track... and you would start to get this ' well who are you then and how come you're here..' ...as if their public listing had said 'only clique members  welcome here' ...

" anyway only music i like  is girly stuff Queen Joan.... takes me back home... and there we were at their campfire having undergone snotty third degree

" and from just behind me....

"exactly.... the live version only difference the cracklin of that midsummer night fire

 " and i turned to my lil' Songbird in trainin'...officially

" ' you'll never hear a Joan -  either one of em,  the first, or the sadder one Joni,

singing a metre behind us... a perfect lifetime music moment,  and for free...

listen...and learn.... here's who we've been searchin' for your exact and perfect translator of real musical history...'

" whom agreed later on she would take just a little under her wing

the younger songbird.... encourage her and move forward her not bad ability to sing...

... numbers exchanged nuthin to do with me....

 just a facilitator connecting or bridging ...one plus one may make three

" anyway your scumhole supposedly adopted country...

when we were ghosted even back then... 

errata she was,  trying to take forward that connection with  that woman as she-said, willing mother hen

" luv..... it may as well have been

"anyway even if cheerier matters .... like the gorgeous unfaked look on them soldiers faces..

" and you can  ' YOU RETARD [ sic, with the best ever interpretation, of a no more word policin'  no more  bullshit nation] .....  we are ...

vast mate... what a stupid question leave that for lil' landlocked Serbian birds....

 we...never end....'

"well that's all very well for you and your big job....until the end of the road trip you tell me part of your birth, right national identity

" but all i wanna know is did you have any nice lil' folk singers,  ever made any records?  - must be girly.... 

and not like you performatively - even if actually full on pukka Queenly,  genius actin' surly"

But at last even if only when in the best of moods, that glazed eye chappy at two minutes twenty seven

 why that look in his eyes as if at the top of the escalater up to so called heaven

never mind the hairdo....that's it! he's just back from the 

парикмахер

...her mum.

My guss dotcom is now protected ( And his daughter's scalp ain't )

 " Peter [yet another gibber or rather illusionista even OFFerin a false fake bridge to people please, his fourty year schoolboy chum, may as well be applyin' sulphurios acid to said bum ]...i don't really get you.....you're worldly in your  big, noisy, job ...

"we were above it all as shoolboys roamin' the hills...  just about all we had in our heads was matin'...with you know whom....

" but now you've your own lass, twenty two ... off on her holls with backpack and her adulthood...

" Away from Jezza-lands, learn how to be her own one-babe-band...... well  you may indeed have your unundestandable little anti-immo  buzzy bee in your bonnet..

" its not like most of the refuellers you may have to pass the time with for many an hour 

"aren't be-turbanned or   into some bonkers stoneage variant of Aller...

" and you can trust them generally to do a good job...

"and they don't want to interfada you or stick your lasses hand on the redhot hob...

" just for going to have a look at their homelands,  and in her ears some splendid noisy bands...

" but if she gets for example down to Portugal.... merely as parable

" Jezzaness is simple .... your one beloved flesh and blood, making out with some joão,  or as i had hoped for mineself, Muzz Pinto, my  all-too-brief Portuguese fiancée... 

"cut down dead by cancerous  hep c...

"just from a few weeks of being a pretend teen junky

" anyway your lass all parents know its only ever about tomorrow

"the past is a foreign load of sorrow

"Jezza deracinatin' 

"this silly insignificant little so called nation

"of big jobs.... your lass just living HER life down on a Portuguese beach.... 

"some nutcase up here decides to  sell scalps to some other country, so Moscow's now in their reach

 retaliation will be against this insignificant little discombobulation,

of a people that never got it, if the big job ever kicks off.

No Kremlin wonk will have scoured their maps

for targets down into that Mediterranean, retaliation

  always against the 'threat' ... 

or those whom   aid and abet the tooling up, 

of some mad comedian lost in the forever ramp, concatenation

.... as in ten years time i shall hear once again from the lips of an actually nuclear tongue-tipped  REAL one.... ...

woman, sometimes knows, cut their balls off at source

or at the very least don't let them roll down towards

 where our kids have indeed run away to sane sensible no bigjobs sanctuary"

     

It's all very very simple....

 ... i think she would get it, as we nattered up almost atop of her mountain...

or at least shared care of it

No more quotation marks as no more need to actually have any actual ongoing Georg Borrow  style landolopery, occasional funny little chats ongoing up hill and rarely almost never down dale:

 

can you imagine, being in a rather good fun shittiest hole but your 

"Coração" is as good as sprayed with the sulphuric acid, 2003...

 you tell me that NAzi little HMG demand you spay your stable with once a year

And the only answer surely is a bit more "Coração" put back into the mix... at least over there it is indeed real

And you find him in the last place in the world you may imagine you would even be, as he serenaded you new friends, as they alone knew what he meant. No fake Glastonbury tent.

" Louis Almeida..... [ would be proud that even twenty three years on his name got used again of late - as he alone really earned it]... what's it about..?.. "

" it's almost impossible to sum up to you the limey,  in your limey lingo.... but you see them all in here they stop as soon as it comes on the Heath Robinson disco system..... and every single one knows exactly what it's about... them"  

bugger off and come back dinnertime all 2 thousand browsers, now, wasting my preshious time - mine 6pm ish

 ..being they all hate me and fear me - for years,  it's so so dull...

as 99% of the days I am up at dawn (this sunrange)

but i'm not going to 'change' as it's the one most lovely key to a life always stable and always great newthoughts every day

Now... what is the opposite of their beloved almost defaultword, nonword, "hate" ?

never mind talk about the definition of that rather beloved by meword (and her so she said)  kairos.... it is fashioning every smallest discombobulation or quite unwarranted fearful manifestation of what's in the handbag... which is all  - i never knew, just pandemically stuckness, and knowing what they want...  as it's out of some Tolle-ing-them, playbook, about how never to have been... which for now is shortcut worded, stuck. Stuck in Stucksville but i never ever have the 'blues' nor name, anywhere or anyone ... (unless swimming in vats of public cash 

and selling some false version of balsamic cats piss soup and a dash..of whatever the next big small superfood... behind which to so sadly hide, stuck)  

 the opposite of 'hate' is forging

page  six, and last

[oops i HATE mad inconsistent bloggit dotcom which today is being hateful and putting the photos in the wrong order,  when some times it's a good girly and choses to be true to the  times tamped filenumbering  and put them RIGHT way up.. there being right and wrong, period)

 page ONE!!!! 

each and every smallest slight, 

into nine hours great sleep last night, 

and no forgery, ever, it must be true! 

MAKING the invisible silver-lining, BE true. 

Always.

And methodologyism

to be cont TODAY even if last super sunny one.... a short delay

oooh golly gosh a couple of thousand fatheads reading here before you even get up for your fat pills

... Now the key to life in these times of never mind any borderline, but loadsa cute lil' BPDs bobbing 'butterfly brain' all over the place,  is plan A and B... but have in in your back pocket a C as well.

And that means being up and methodically organising ...but only for you, to truly spite y'all - prpare for final 'phase' even if they can't appreciate yes it's all ....so much of these modern discobobs just one of themtoo....since 01.30 ... 

I do though ..."hope" to use their buzzword, it's A....as i haven't had a plan to really look forward to for quite some time...

Now...an 'adventure' but not one of their fake ones.

 (every single sillyone must tell the wireless of their latest showoff non-one... but I know what truth-time ones are...hard)

...as someone once said I may be some time... however, as my head of late is only in this tragically incomplete waffle, there is always a double edged sword: I would like to be romping along ...

Ohh yes that's a point ehhhh.....   no it's gone 

That's another point ...04.50 

45 mins in in this on the so called World service 

a yank as usual... the most unworldly peeps on the planet incapable of actually thinking beyond their lanyard,  never mind sounding very fat, on how reading is down about 50%  in a decade or ish....

forget your AI thats the real reason there can't again be any ability to (yesteraudio) " get into anothers head"

 and your civilisation is DEAD

   https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3ct8kcv

 now, small n, o. and w. 

to be fiddled with or ADDED TO by audios on moto today

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1d12tlY7kq5BecmWdppg0BsvmWXddXNUz/view?usp=sharing

' licensed'

 it came back it always does

i ' trust' in something ' other' even if rather fewer than is suggested by their ' spiritual' words actually seem to than they suggest

fave word license .  rather than inspired /  insight never mind manifest  etc .... yabber yabber 

if someone is wise and strong so as  to ' share' concepts that no one else seems to dare

even mention

even if i don' t need any help, or preferred word assistance

( due helping disease a thing in dsm 3 if i recall though far too label complicated..)

well thats what i call oldschool, normal.... 

abd one would also hope, moral

and no need to even deploy let your yea be yea and neigh .. not yet

theres stuff to DO..

Splendid...."CLASS"

 Now ....my sort of preferred word

(oops i hope i havent been Miss Read or observed too astutely 'twas I who had reinserted my little word pad long long in need if an update somewhere i never normally would

[click to enlarge for my thousands of likely too dumb to stop and think readers]

bollardist is in fact best newword discovered 2 years ago  ...dictionary one day

 so so incomplete,  tho I've never shown that to anyone else

but as so many times ' lived experience' embodied or whatever maff word is in vogue for there is nothing nicer and more yummy inside than as more often than i would admit losing something in my extremely Spartan/ascetic interior and rummaging for quite some time... knowing its gone lost dropped in too much of a hurry somewhere...  and then unexpectedly you find the lil' lambchop once again...)

oops lost train of thought preferred word... blank

but i can't lose her surely ... the only one GREAT communicatrix

whom also had something to begin to say about that which none of the others ever dare ..indeed seem to deny it even exists

ohh yes truly awful cheap underclass camera virtually a non-smartie wise simple phone, will have to do

for now

Well what a turn up for the

...book.

Now....  i know why.

So just now and again i awake 4.30

Always the same first-thought " drat.... not long enough shuteye"

But second thought " unlike many of the rest i can go ack to the land of nodoff should i need..."

Third " but i so love to entirely clear my ' desk' within my bag.." 

Fourth " but i live for periods,  just a few hours will do of  pure undisturbed in nature contemplation..."

Five ..." any good newthoughts? ..a bubblin....?"

Sixth .... " ahahhhh ok its safe to put on the NONphone little wireless fm radio...[world service prior 05.30 usually rather less stuck up private schoolbabe ..]  smileything .   

smiley thing... apt even if  even the Vatican is rather late to the table SCIENTIST  Profess ing Sue Greenfield said 25 years ago small screens make you UNhuman

.....sick!

Seven.....  silly me ..   THE one thing keep to one thing ..   her smileyface ...well, i dont trust the English smile ... but one thing cannot be hidden behind any second face .... almost alone hers was ...sunkissed...  and that alone is kindof what almost all deny..themselves.

Eight..... this endless confusion how to ' identify' oneself....

All i am.... in two words MODERN European .. meandering flaneuring landlopeing   much of it for several decades  from turning adult...  most of US MODERN Euros had dispensed with dark and gloomy indoors ..... all became healthily al, 

frescos on the church roof all very well...

but indoors keeps you unwell.

Al Frescan..    simple as that

but in a land where  almost noone else likes that sun... 

the ' flavour' of it generally makes you smile.. 

unless youre diversely dumber down... by  fearing it

And ... my my the amount who bear falsies...

false witness

"i  love it too..... " 

when in fact theyre palefaced as a moon maiden....

hertoo ...now...... i know... no question no more compromise

No shade or moody  Jungian darkness 

no stupid trendy  wrap around sunglasses

never again ... no middle ground

the only sane one i found

Now... this is a work, very much in progress, though hardly even a 'work' as it's so patchy and bits missed out...

But it isn't work, in a 'work' way...

The only hard 'work'  is that i have so many bits and bobs still to weave in over quite a few years, that i know make it all so much gentler and dot-joined in a nice way.

And thus i have to do the harder work, of accepting that even basic theses aren't shown the way i would...

If i could. 

And i love making audio real interviews where truly lovely deep dives in a polite and equal way into shared themes emerge - rather Socraticly 

For example over a decade various chats with pleasant Christian more fleeting acquaintances discussing why perhaps several Christian close enough 'friends' seemed unable to actually incorporate in their day to day dealings with someone they had known years and even shared jobs with, that 'bearing witness' in a nice necessary way - not to bad acts but to simple persistence, just in case one dropped dead parrot dead, seemed too much to ask...and I am not someone who asks anything of anyone without something real they may need, is  there for them..

Plus... many more interesting (i believe) little snippets that need to be woven in - my preferred lexicon for joining those dots.

eg long time ive had in an email sent to myself from horrid little modemphone i would do almost anything to never use again...

with this within randomly encountered - not much that i encounter to i copy and paste into its a keeper...

 A memory palace is a metaphor for a certain kind of mind, one that notices everything almost offhandedly yet can recall its exact position in time and place later, often seemingly without effort. It comes from the story of Simonides, who had stepped away from a banquet in ancient Thessaly just before the building collapsed; those present were crushed beyond recognition, but Simonides was able to identify each body because he remembered exactly where every guest was before the roof fell in.

And i think i met her.

Now... as described in recent audios (Only riffing as  a big chunky video uploads - as i need my memory to be retained for someone else... but more than that only ONE 'responsibility' to make sure via some independent something just a little more than my several thousand browsers, at least, day after day... who must value something... or be in need of a jolly good crucifixion due your wonky lunacy wasting this bandwith  and my not really attention...as i attend to those who have been here in person....and  all digital anything as rather often refrained, i no longer believe in doing much good for anyone...unless someone had such funky character that just maybe they can get their own word out further afield.... but never have to bother reading inane comments as i never do....but i would if i had all the online time in the world or at least a few hours early morning every day... that likely won't ever happen in any meaningful way....and i am 100% stoic, when times past i could never be,,,,which is the whole point  - nothing to get het up or even worry about is all very well, which it is... but all one ever wanted was some useful purpose in AN other... in this so dull 'self actualising' failed world model.. )

And further more all my litte bits of fill in video - that bit of digital tech moreaso merely my these-days dictaphone as my fabulous old Olympus DM650  dictaphone - ALONE - i hate phones... went kaput...some years ago..nobody worthwhile ever calls in any event and i forget for months that's what others may at times use it for

After a decade of magnificent daily use... chronicling things that i full well know few  even notice..

soon to start to upload. That alone is a part time year at work...

whether you pay me or not, at least i know that mammon was never good for anyone..

ahhh naughty boy..... having found a rather good daily charge up grove - indeed dual purpose, lovely chat...

Even if told off but exactly where the 'goalposts' are when one hasn't really noticed those particular ones before, takes time...

And i make sure i have all the time in the world, to do what matters

Which to me in terms of what use we may be

to the 'universe' or pixies or whatever way they want to warp mere good old fashioned simple 

'morality'

is try to jot down that which may just be passed on, usefully

And as most of it's in audios yet to work on...

This rather long introduction, is merely practice, and thats the point,

it's not even the work, or the job...never mind any finished package

its the extraordinary way, if you let go...try...but not too hard

well, daily i come up with newthought that i don't credit is copyright me, mine, limited mentality

oops i shall not be able to even review this before pressing publish...

naughty me, .. brain crystal clear at sunrise dawn or the moment i open my eyes

Thats when i am only ever at my best

but shoving this up here taken a whole damn battery .. nothing left.

For my morning most enjoyed practice splurge.

AND to put in the little bits that sometimes make sense of what thus far may not, but that's not a "never" as one day i shall.

I don't know who you thousands are - no idea of any single one... but if you spend your time on me - the most valuable of gifts you have to chuck in spades...

i shall finish, because i can. Even if to 'spite' each and every  one to a man... 

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.

Now i love the 'divine' to unquote Mister Watts who couldnt rise above his own tragic alcoholicality

 joke on me

But at least i also know, as many have said in random wanderings their coast and even near a year their hillocks,

that the best lovely-flavoured word, works 

https://landlope.blogspot.com/

landlope (Google STILL can't spell just like my long ago 'dyslexia', phase, for years,  when i couldn't even manage is it if or iff...??!!??

along 

and these days i can spell Houlllebecq without even looking him, up

the junction

Cathy came home...

so yes long ago - six years to be exact, they all fear they say my near perfect memory

which to me is merely honouring, all and sundry

(to Suzi but sadly, seemingly lost to all sorts of endless butterflying inanity

rather than collaborate,  with the cash i've  recently bridged her to!

loads, half a mil..... and if she doesn't to the council  when he pops off, it will go)

six years back, that glorious summer

"  ten years... DOing alone lil' projects eco or social... what a bummer

"nobody else  ever follows em through.... 

"an endless alchemical cauldron of bullshit stew...

" suzi... it's now ONLY about the message.... simple, wholeseome

 hearty lines in the sand or how to assist dad or mum....

merely with a little of what maybe to be

so as they all flourish, in the healthier frequency

.... but it's that rare thing, human, a ferret would do!

but we don't know their language so a human from their zoo

but with beautiful nuance and perfect body language....

to guide  just a few into the right page....

as rare as a black moth with golden filigree..

i know i'm not barkin' up the wrong  ash died back tree

but.. there are so few and it must be a she...."

COULD.... not me

And found in the very last  place i'd expect  in pretty much all of humanity

" come back.." super super smiley

 

so never mind, 'children first' after them, animals first

i forgot i even had this absurdist work of sort of art (attempting to film the robin seemingly having second sight as s/he  pinched the ferrets grub, seemingly having radar so as to know when they were snoring in their cave and the coast all clear - robins apparently navigating by 'quantum entanglement'  and me never quite sure if they navigate into stealing the fuzzie grub i couldnt afford to let go their way.... by quantums or magyc or whatever the rest of the unknowable universe dishes up for dinner...) 

https://www.wonkyquantum.com/

(that one will really really bore you to death - that was the idea)

so yes... that's never happened before: 

just as i am unusually talking to myself " come back" 

As they even did and showed me their dead Other Animals  collection for the day.... 

someone else said it in exact synchronicity

with me

that's never happened before...

But what do i know ...nothing, except to try and always be engaged and enthusiastic with them is for EVER adult-human  "it takes a village to raise a child" responsibility

not here (countrywide)  though...and certainly not as a singularity

(ok she needs a name now the wonky faeries have seemingly nodded their hat her way....  specs?.... even if   clear sighted no need for any artificial extra dimension... 

speccy

better really....  even if 'twould 

be miss understood

as some slight... or complaint

I know which end of the 'spectrum',  she ain't

Furthermore i don't think i've ever met an English, of the same genes as me

homo-observer.... not missing much, "noticing

to me has always been my definition  always, of 'godly'...."

THE END.....

Now, 'paradise' on this earth....

 I hope she took my little several years back thingummy...

In here somewhere, gosh verbal spectral disordering my day ...

daily up at dawn, and always lovely wordplay

(all i 'want' for the here, now, next five years,  and rest of life

and a backplate armoire, poison protector, adequate wife)

I really must get a proper index sorted out!

What a job that'll be, mutual benifitially? 

My real rather beloved occupation, most professionally:

bramble patches, rotting trees,  tidied, organised, 

 in a method most nature friendly.

(but here gadzooks, i have no idea - why on earth was my paid for window notice

disappeared? 

especially after fixing her very mean earth! no one had bothered with nourishing year after year  - thirty so she said, what'r hubbies for one has to wonder ... note to ed )

Anyway, the juju Vudu, happenstance (best one for now), coincidence, my word: syncredence,  kismet or funny little serendipity...

A few years ago waffled into video here, at last i told someone live, NO CAMERA, action on a wander...

 " the way it seems to work if you ask me....you journey or pilgrimage or whatever the buzz word may be.... 

heading for there up yonder...

but some little quirk or tic or whatever word fits on the spectrum....

some little funny unexpected twist or turn bites you sometimes on your bum...

and suddenly your attention is drawn 

to the actual destination, 

there...see.... aside the path you were upon

but you had no idea that, there,  sideroute was hidden, in the 'shade'

[Jung so so moanining with not very nice words, 

but my my they follow him in trendy herds,

 hearing not much of any use -  if you are dumb enough to ask stupid me]

 that was in fact all along where you needed to ...be.

All i know, paradise would be is GOING to be especially as the bleedin thing's broken after seven not very smart years.

Time to leave this (samsung) Galaxy

And yes what a thought, go back to UNsmartie simplicity!

What a thought, smiley

But then..... as someone who made their living  for twenty years...

touching, feeling,  even smiling over, paper  ...

up in the air, so you avoid crashing into the rocks...

 

saudade  - even if a tad pretentious a word as all i worked upon

a decade plus 

was shareable, or yes, "bridging"  lexicon

paradise regained upon this one

is just a living two touching a real oldschool paper map, 

no awful smallscreen fiddling fretting or squinting into their little trap 

  

Only one is one hundred percent ... i hope ALWAYS...Above.

A very good reason to....  provide pukka helmeetery , or even...

(to be cont i have SUCH A backlog months and months, but then i know there's some kind of lampooning  snooper into notes,  posts even thought

that doesn't have play good jokes WITH us all, and 'it' can't be bought 

so i need nowt of your meanminded patreon, paypal, or buy me a coffee, 

even if I'm still shamed at letting the dribbles drop from the unpaid for icecream

NOBODY distracts me from good presentation and non-tramp identity

unless, they really are actually interesting, despite their yogi tea bag labeling self-identity

i know a fine mind, even " book  the tin can in,  and then that gives you legal pathfaindin' down the toe.. "

but two to tango EFFICIENTLY is .....

... birds and stones and shared objective, 

you dont have to be any detective, to economise: the primary directive!

figure the real purpose before off you go

And paradise is only ... no notifications, no  pings, no dring dring... 

no need to bother  charging  )

I "hope" Jesus loves yerr....

 and if it's not fake love s/he will, first things first, say " turn off your bloody phone or i won't even dignify you by thinking you a mere sheep.... far more a lamb to the slaughter...never mind  speak WITH you..."

saudade being a whole afternoon with the horrid thing OFF.

As apart from anything else it wasn't necessary to even be thinking of anyone else, as ..... well....

I don't know what to think. as the other lot do always have the upper hand, but it's so so sweet to be ordered: "calls by prior arrangement"

Every single thing about her made me almost blush...  never mind evaluate: so exactly why (i'm only ever interested in universal paradigms 

never one-on-one even when cheeky perfection) 'disability'.

 Anyway i know nothing except my bleedin' modem-phone has the weirdest ever fault in all of history

And now i got one too, a real disability...

Especially when one encounters one brave and centred enough to know that even some nutjobbiest attempt to say something "outside the box" - NO!

Precisely. That worth saying hasn't moved. Commonest sense, and  that straightforward "line" 

.. simple, easy, obvious  that we all knew in saner times

haven't moved; it's that damn box's fault for jumpin' and bumpin' itself   'outside' 

the sane and simple words that haven't changed. Nor moved. 

Or at least need a jolly good rejig, as we did.

And i haven't the comedic grin to !!kick!! that box, back in to place

But i met someone who i think can, if anyone can, merely by her cherubic face.  

THE END.... no one follows through.

" NEVER.... 😉..." 

Until they do.

But define heaven on this earth now:  keep the damn thing  off until the end of time. 

All they cause is endless pain; never mind screw up my never ending rhyme.