*The obvious choice, Clicky…*
I’ve not been hiding, Dear Reader. I am currently in the midst of writing a short story for Underdog Anthology 8, and it’s a struggle…
…so I am really happy to be able to take a break, and present a brand new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil, for your delectation…
*Yeah, I don’t think living in Text US automatically makes him a cowboy, Clicky…*
I need all of you to line up in a non-quiet and disorderly fashion.
I just wanna see what kind of line forms out of ordered chaos.
Yes…I’m ordering you…to be chaotic.
CHOP CHOP!!! I ain't got all day.
^Netsh – sleep.exe [ARTS037]^
People sometimes talk as if fate is some kind of cakewalk. Just kick back, and it’ll come your way since it is preordained. The thing is, that you can typically only see synchs backwards.
A – You experience an odd coincidence.
B – As a result of the odd coincidence, you go left instead of right at the next intersection.
C – Godzilla attacks the video store you were headed to had you turned right instead of left, and everyone in the store dies.
D – You do not die, hence, the Universe signaled you at “A”, you listened, all is right with the world.
('cept for the dead people of course)
You are viewing all that shit backwards, not forwards. You had no idea any of that nonsense was going to happen, but it did, and you’ve got a marker to hang on to…
But you may want to consider that had you turned right and continued your jaunt to the video store, that’s no guarantee that you would have died, nor anyone else for that matter. Perhaps if you had turned right, Godzilla would have diverted his/her wrath on the vape shop instead of the video store. Maybe all this “synch” and “sync” nonsense is sometimes just a certain level of awareness at certain points in time. You are part of this crazy nonsense afterall. I’m sure The Universe is just as concerned about you as they are anyone else. With that in mind…
Q: Are you concerned about The Universe?
Of course, when this “preordained” destiny of yours doesn’t come your way, or doesn’t come in the way that it was preordained, you are likely to take matters into your own hands and start chasing this destiny that was supposed to fall into your lap at some point.
Don’t sweat it tho.
Prolly just a scheduling error.
Time and times can be funky sometimes.
^E-Z Rollers – Tough At The Top^
Cade: Yes, I know…there is a discrepancy.
X: And what would that discrepancy be?
Cade: Well, no…I mean the participant.
T: Think you can clarify? You’re giving me a headache.
Cade: You, as in the participant in a “sync” experience as it happens.
Z: But you have to explain it to others, backwards. Is that what you are trying to say?
Cade: Yes. You experience it forwards, you reflect on it internally in a simultaneous forwards/backwards way…
0: But have to share the experience with others backwards, we get it. But why didn’t you just say that in the first place?
Cade: A job worth doing is worth doing right?
Cade: OK, so, I don’t like editing what I write.
X: And why would that be?
Cade: Because it leaves a bunch of shit out. Important shit.
X: The stumbling and bumbling…mistakes and the like.
Cade: Correct. It turns what could be a dialogue…
B: Into a one-way conversation. A statement. A speech. A diatribe.
Cade: A mother-fucking monologue.
X: And these, uh, “monologues” that you mention, they are bad?
Cade: They certainly seem apt to leave you standing alone.
0: And what exactly is wrong with being alone pray tell?
Cade: Nothing. If that’s where you want to be.
X: Where are we?
X: And where do we want to be?
X: And where is that?
X: That’s where you’ll always be.
Cade: I know that anyone reading this will unlikely pick up on the vibe that I’m feeling based on your thought/statement, but there’s a weird simultaneousness to the thought of “still being where I’ve been, as well as I’m already at where I’ve yet to be, all while I am where I am.”
Cade: Something like that.
0: Woah woah woah…what do you mean “something like that”?
Cade: The past is many times just as fuzzy as the future, and sometimes the present is fuzzier still.
Z: Care to elaborate?
Cade: Trying to explain something that has happened and/or is happening, to someone else who has no reference points, nor baselines except for what I tell them. Dunno about you, but that’s pretty fucking fuzzy to me.
Z: Any examples?
Z: If you’ll expand on that, I’ll listen.
Cade: Fair enough. I was thinking about JAL Flight 123, and the movie ‘Unbreakable’. However, while thinking about those examples, I decided that they were both impertinent.
Z: Impertinent in any all contexts and by all definitions?
Cade: Yes. They are both similar, not same.
Z: But those examples are both poignant and relatable, and based in both fact and fiction.
Cade: The fantastic. I shouldn’t have to use some fantastic or incredible anecdotal evidence completely unrelated to me in order to tell my own story.
Z: What if it helps?
Cade: What if it hurts?
Z: Touché. But where does the listener/reader come in?
Cade: I think that a lot of times, using “the distant” distances us even further.
Z: I could use a bit of expansion on that thought.
0: Join the club.
X: You are thinking both “god(s)” and “religion” there aren’t you.
Cade: Yes. You’ve got these secretive clicks that strive to keep their shit hidden. Participation seems to distance us even further.
X: Maybe that’s a construct that drives how The Universe keeps expanding. Ever think of that?
Cade: You coulda just said “get away from me”, but yes, I do think about that. I think about it all the time.
B: And is that why that line from Star Trek Beyond hit you so hard?
Cade: Yes. Chasing something that is forever out of reach.
B: Basically, chasing something that isn’t there.
Cade: The unreachable is just as much there as anything else.
T: Just, unreachable?
Cade: I can’t be what I am not. And, I’m pretty happy with who I am.
Z: Took you a while to get there tho.
Cade: So what? I’m here.
Z: Now what?
Cade: /me shrugs…dunno.
Cade: Look, I’m not fond of editing my “as I go” bullshit because I feel that it creates a false impression.
Z: What type of impression are you trying to create?
Cade: That’s a good question. One I can’t really answer other than say that I stumbled around for decades trying to say all the right shit, and it never felt right.
Z: Once you start in one direction, forces work to keep you in that same direction.
Cade: Yes. No room for fuckups. No room for controversy. No room for anything other than this implied perfection that results from peer approval(s).
Z: You’re only as good as they say you are?
Cade: That’s how I fucked up in music. I shoulda just kept making my music, my way instead of judging everything I did based on whether or not people liked it/approved of it.
Z: Wasn’t that the point though? To make a living making music?
Cade: It shouldn’t have been. I enjoyed the hell out of making music, I had a “normal” job I loved, what more do you need?
Z: It didn’t happen that way tho, did it.
Cade: No. I was very unhappy in a lot of ways. The job I had was great, but didn’t pay well, I was working overtime all the time just to pay the bills, and the job was becoming unstable because of all the changes going on in the airline industry.
Z: Are you really going to sit here and rant on and on for another page or so?
Cade: Not here. Not in this fashion. Thanks for the heads-up.
Z: No problem.
^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^
Do you have a detractor in your life?
‘There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death.’
– Proverbs 14:12
I just sometimes wonder… You’re sailing along, everything is great, everything you are doing seems exactly correct, you are bubbling with pride at being all great and awesome and stuff, then suddenly….
The Universe broadsides the living fuck out of you with some crazy nonsense that you never saw coming, nor would you ever have seen coming. So my question to you is…
do you have a detractor in your life?
Someone who reminds you what a complete fuckhead you can be when the cameras aren’t on, or the crowds have all gone home? That you are mortal. That you are fallible. Not suggesting that you need a lackey that does nothing but call you names and make fun of you, but someone that speaks their mind without fear of reprisal. More than that, someone that you listen to. Someone you don’t try and dominate. Someone that is neither disposable nor indispensable. Someone who is there because they choose to be, and someone that you want around because they want to be around. An equal, and potentially an equal that is far above you in many ways.
I'm lucky like that.
^Closer – Nine Inch Nails (with lyrics)^
It’s weird the things that suddenly materialize in your life.
Things that you saw, you remember, but remember kinda wrong.
Then suddenly…what you were looking for but couldn’t find…appears outta nowhere.
There’s no doubt that this is the one.
Or maybe there is doubt.
Pretty sure this is the one tho.
^MIRROR: The King of Love is a Dead Man^
I recently had some fuck named Neil Gaiman wander into my life and crush the shit out of all my hopes and dreams. I’ve had some time to reflect on the powdered remains mixed with many a crocodile tear, and I guess it’s more of a fact that I’ve had to reevaluate a lot of things that I’m working on. So in effect, the guy has helped sharpen my focus.
THANKS DICKHEAD!!! 😛
Powdered dreams + crocodile tears makes for some good clay.
Here's hoping anyway.
^Kings of Leon – Closer (HQ)^
I’d read his book ‘Sandman’ a few years ago. Or at least, the first one. Anway, not long ago, Roob suggested a movie called ‘Stardust’ that is based on some book by Neil Gaiman. Watched the movie, and it was really good, but there were some themes in there that really crushed the shit out of me because they were similar in nature to some of the themes in some story ideas that I’ve had.
My stories are different, but the similarities of some of the things gave me pause. Flash forward a few weeks, and Roob suggests a series called ‘American Gods’ by this same dude, Neil Gaiman. Watched it, same deal. Lots of similar themes.
Gotta keep in mind that I’m new to writing, I’m smart enough to know that there’s only so much in the world to write about, and it’s a pretty goddamn big world. I can’t know it all. I only have my experiences, my stories, and that’s all I have/all I’ll ever have. So now, I’m right back to that phase of…
Q: Do I need to read everything ever written in order to come up with something unique and original?
I’ve been through something similar with music. Just write your music, and it is what it is.
Thanks for the education Neil.
^Charlotte de Witte – Closer (Original Mix)^
So back on this sink/sync shit – who manufactures it/them? It’s your sink, you are going to use it, and what are sinks for? Washing up? HA!!! I KNEW IT!!! Yer FUCKED!!! You’re washed up.
Sinks, as far as I know anyway, are for channeling/funneling water in and out of your home/business or whatever in an orderly and convenient fashion. It’s with that in mind, let’s us chase that/those water(s).
^Aphrodite superman jungle rmx^
There’s likely a lake or river or aquifer or some other combination of water tables that some group has connected to, and they’ve created an infrastructure of pipes and pumps and valves and monitoring systems to distribute these waters. These pipes and pumps pull and push these waters to a tap that is conveniently located near your personal proximity, and you can turn your tap(s) on and off at will to get the waters you need, when you need them. Also, there is a drainage system that allows these waters to flow on, and continue their journey after you’ve gotten what you need out of them.
Sewage/waste waters will flow away from you, where they’ll go to any number of various places via various methods, and various things will be done to these waters to possibly even return them to you at some later time. In effect, and even tho these waters are quite voluminous and expansive themselves, the bits in time that you get these waters are actually quite short in both duration and amount(s). You see/use/interact with them for only a short duration.
Filling a glass.
Rinsing a dish.
Washing your hands.
Taking a dump or peeing
Taking a bath of shower
Watering the yard or plants.
Blips on the radar screen. Odd when you think that it’s estimated that 2/3’s of our planet is said to be covered in water, and 90% of the world’s freshwater is said to be frozen in some really remote place at the South Pole. So with respect to “syncs” or synchronicities, are they any really different than what goes on in our sinks?
How much thought do you give to your water usage outside of the bill that comes due each month? Maybe this is why synchronicity is such a jarring concept. They are jarring when they happen, and they are equally jarring when they no longer happen. To relate, when the water is off because of some malfunction at the pumping station, or a broken water main, you fucking well know it eh? Your whole life is instantly turned upside down because when you turn the spigot, nothing happens. What you need…
just ain't there.
^Wicked Wicked Jungle Is Massive (Ali G Indahouse)^
Just thinking aloud that maybe being aware or being enlightened or whatever, is much more than strutting around with a mysterious and glowy Möbius strip/infinity symbol hovering above your head. The concept of ascension is great. But where’s the love for descent? How are you to handle adversity if you have an aversion to anything but up, and someone or something pulls that rug out from under you?
Meh fuckit...you'll figure it out.
^DJ Aphrodite – Acid to the sound^
BTW, is that water in your sink order, or chaos?
^when the milk hits the cereal wrong^
Not trying to sway any opinions as to what is order/chaos, just interested in your thoughts on the subject. I mean, that bullshit above looks like complete chaos at some point right? Well, if you take a moment to consider the simulation that allowed for the ordering of that chaos in a structured and coherent fashion?
Um...not so chaotic at all, eh?
^DJ Zinc – Ska^
^Public Enemy Who Stole the Soul^
*Actually, it’s pronounced more like ‘Guyman’, Clicky… /pats snout… Butt nice try…*