Missive From ‘Merica: ‘K. Ask Cade

Dear Reader, on Sunday, after posting at the LoL, The Okie Devil and I decided to resume our exploration of Doctor Who…

Cade and Roob in Sunday night convo 3

*Oh good idea, Clicky… /lights up… Convo selfies…*

Since, I first introduced Cade to the the Doctor, we’ve also watched the complete Deadwood series (his offering) and most of Sherlock (my offering). Synchronized viewing, across the Pond via the internet, all kicked off by the age old starting together method of “3, 2, 1, Go!”

Thankfully the last season of Sherlock is not readily available…

reality

*To be honest, Clicky, I didn’t look that hard… /drags… What they did to that show? …/thumps chest… Still. Fucking. Hurts! …/snorts smoke…*

Whilst we were watching, fellow Mero-VEEP and Blade & Chalice blogger, GeneofIsis (MJ), paid a visit to the LoL. She very kindly posted some comments and photographs…

Cade and Roob in Sunday night convo 2

And here it is, Dear Reader: a ‘Missive From ‘Merica’ inspired by MJ 😀 Enjoy! ❤

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Let's carry on something I started elsewhere...

Everyone Wants To Find Their Own Path https://t.co/ePUI39nkd2 pic.twitter.com/41fF1aih16

— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) May 29, 2018

Continuing here will allow me to float a bit. I must admit tho, I do not want to float…I’d prefer to address things more directly, as requested. Not sure I can do that. We’ll see how and where this goes.

^BSOD / This Is Also The Hook [full version]^

If you are creating a systematic type of environment for others to follow, do you work it forwards? Or would it make more sense to work from valley to summit, backwards?

Does that even make sense?

Think of it like this…if you are going to commit yourself to summit a transcendent type of peak, where do you start? It’s likely that you’ll actually start this journey when you made the decision to package and sell your journey to others.

So, isn't that the logical place to start?

You are going to be selling your bullshit to others, which means they are likely to want to do the same, so it makes more sense to me to start relating your journey when you became enlightened as to the potential commercial benefits of sharing your program with others.

Do I have you pissed off yet? Cause I have a program for sell that helps one deal with unfounded anger issues. The starter program is on special this week for $399.95. And you get a free “I Fuck On The First Date” coffee mug when you purchase the program.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OjL5uCMv9OM

^The KLF – What Time Is Love?(1991)^

Figuring things out can be rough. So let’s go backwards and look at some shit that I saw in some comments that a certain someone made recently on a certain blog.

7 spokes on the Honda (looks like a Honda anyway /shrug)

8 spokes on the spinning wheel

22 panes in the windows

07 in the reflection

The masonry is quite stunning, and the color of paint is beautifully matched.

Q: Who is holding the camera?

A: ?

Did you know, that if you accidentally like one of your own comments on a WordPress blog post, that you cannot unlike it/undo the action? I related to Roob what this experience felt like on my end. Maybe she’ll share with the class.

Cade and Roob in Sunday night convo 1

^Modern Romance — Everybody Salsa Video HQ^

If you are going to espouse a predictive ability that contains an acceptable degree of precision, you are going to have to have shitloads of variables.

What am I thinking here?

Welp, let’s say that someone asked me to give some of my thoughts about some “synchs” or whatever, and there were potentially loads of purposes behind this request. Such as, what will he write about, and what will he omit? What will his reasoning be behind any omissions, and what will his logic be behind anything included?

Al Bean – The Forgotten Apollo Astronaut

(lolz – many forgotten Apollo astronauts, but he, ironically, is likely the most famous)

Leapfrog – how to get from A to B, all while appearing to not go anywhere in particular, or maybe even many directions at the same time. In this case, I am thinking about The Mercury Seven,

The New Nine,

Wally Schira,

Donald Slayton,

Ed White,

Apollo 9,

Bubblegum,

Spider,

Apollo 1.

If none of that makes sense, it’s likely because the majority of what was behind the original thought(s) came from seeing a ‘Gemini’ reference, and the DM conversation that took place later on Twitter between myself and Roob. But much of it was predicated on the wording of a certain comment in the comments section of Roob’s blog. I later related that I personally hate the psychological analysis of speech and/or writing. It’s almost like you’ve completely ignored what was said, all for the sake of how it was said. Looking for “hidden meaning(s)” where there in fact may be none.

But back on “synchs” – lolz – this song just came up in my playlist on YouTube. I usually don’t point out shit like this because it happens all the time, but considering the circumstances, I’ll add the song, and you can make what you will of connections (if any).

^Paul Simon – You Can Call Me Al^

I was just watching a documentary on the SR-71 Blackbird.

Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird

Triethylborane

In the documentary, one of the pilots was talking about the simulator training the pilots received, and just how rigorous it was. He stated that it was non-stop errors and malfunctions up to the point to where the pilot was juggling 5 or 6 issues at the same time. When flying at Mach 3 plus, things happen very fast, and you can cover a great distance within a very short period of time. It was at this point that the real purpose of the test began, because you have to prioritize and “drop the ball” with respect to the issues you are juggling, and those doing the testing wanted to see what you prioritized and how you deprioritized your tasks.

Changing gears here, and with respect to a human life and/or human lives that I personally know nothing about, how do I personally prioritize my tasks? Knots in my stomach and a lump in my throat wouldn’t be my first choice, but for some reason, that kind of shit is on auto-pilot.

FYI, Mach 3 is roughly 2,301 miles per hour.

2,301 miles per hour is 3374.8 feet per second.

The fastest bullet speed is reported to be from the .220 swift, which is said to be 1,200 meters per second, which is 3,937 feet per second…so yeah…the aircraft is moving pretty goddamn fast.

3,374.8 feet per second equates to 38.35 miles per minute.

Google Maps reports that London to Southend = 42.0 miles via the A13.

“Distance from Southend-on-Sea to London is 58 kilometers. This air travel distance is equal to 36 miles. The air travel (bird fly) shortest distance between Southend-on-Sea and London is 58 km= 36 miles.”

That is to say, if you were flying in the SR-71 at normal cruising speed, you could cover the distance from London to Southend in right about one minute. So yeah, sometimes, things can happen pretty fucking quick.

^Lulu – Boom Bang A Bang (Eurovision – 1969)^

Maybe if you think about frequency as an adjustment less in speed, and more in direction? No, that doesn’t work, because now we are interpolating meaning. So let’s do this, and ask a question…

Q: Do you meditate?

A: ???

K, well, maybe you can. But does your meditative state really need to be some silent and calm something? I’m asking because I don’t know. Whenever I meditate, shit gets loud, frequent and there’s plenty of it…like taking inventory of the contents of a tornado, all while trying to figure out the best method for doing so and still survive the tornado.

I guess what I am asking is, does your mind desire to have a silent mediation session, but you just can’t seem to do it? Maybe don’t focus so much on focus, and let things get fuzzy. Stop trying to pick something apart, or put something together, and just let the shit fly. I only say this because one of my more troubling experiences was with respect to an entity speaking to me so fast, in a language that I did not understand, that all I could think of was:

“This entity is fucking nuts. They’ve gone completely off their rocker, and are speaking nothing but gibberish.”

But then it occurred to me…what if they weren’t speaking to just me and only me? What if there was a way for an entity to have simultaneous conversations with more than one listener? Almost immediately, the gibberish stopped, and it occurred to me that perhaps there was something taking place that I could not understand, only because I did not understand the dynamics of the lesson being taught.

^COCTEAU TWINS (extended) BLUEBEARD^

Ever been around someone that just intimidated the living shit out of you? Someone that was so fucking smart, that it was as if there was nothing they could not do?

Welp, stop yourself for a second, back up, and think about this…if you are intimidated by them, they are likely not going to be able to relate to you at all. So in effect, this knowitall fucker, in fact, cannot do everything.

Feeling better about yourself now?

Good. We’re back on an equal-ish footing. Imagine that there is a certain someone that can do a whole bunch of shit at the same time, and they appear to be able to do so rather easily.

Ballet

You may not be privy to the effort(s) that went into obtaining such skills. This is likely why hierarchical systems tend to develop in the way(s) that they do. Some dumb kid stumbles into the world knowing more than they should, and they are prolly going to have a rough life trying to survive in a hierarchical system, especially if they aren’t picked up somewhere along the way.

“Along the way” better fucking well be before the age of 18 in our time(s), because we seem to stress “getting them while they are young.” Even if they do get found, they are likely going to be subjected to all kinds of expectation. They may wind up being a complete burnout by the age of 18 because they were found. We are sometimes big on solidifying our bases, and will not hesitate to replace a brick that doesn’t carry its own weight.

Wait...since when are people bricks?

^Dennis Cruz – El Sueño (feat Martina Camargo)^

White Freightliner.

Volvo/White.

I wonder how often a truck needs washing?

Really? Who doesn’t want a magical girl?

Sounds creepy when worded like that.

Air vent.

Classic games.

UPC Symbols.

White Rhino.

Marriage?

Or Marri J?

No one can decide what a dinosaur is?

Someone recently asked me “what those black lines were on the pavement”.


A: Tar.

The “nce/Nature” had some kind of something yesterday, but it’s gone now.

Is there a significance to the contents of the hour glass? Most of the images are going to have a familiar flair to them. I mean, you’ve gotta stop and ask yourself just how familiar you are with periodicals. If you are someone that frequents a bookstore that sells a wide selection of periodicals, and you yourself are the type to browse the periodical isle/section, you are likely going to be familiar with many of the titles, logos, colors, shit like that. And so, if you also frequent a grocery store that has a periodical aisle, you are likely going to have some mental contrasts between the bookstore and grocery store and what they carry. Not to mention that some stores may let shit sit on a shelf for a while, while others may not. I recently took a pretty cool pic of Mary while visiting my sister in Austin. Didn’t know it was Mary at the time, but kinda suspected it, and the pic was pretty cool.

^Pendulum – Tarantula [HD]^

Scorpion or archer. I answered both, because I’ve owned several bows in my lifetime, and was actually pretty good with them. So with respect to starting points, I guess it’s as good as any to let you know a bit about me. Dunno why anyone would want to know about me, but yeah, I’m a Scorpio who is fairly good at archery.

Me, me, me, me, me.
Me, me, me, me.
Me, me, me.
Me, me.
Me.

So…what’s up with you?

I need to know.

^Jay Lumen – Sunbeam (Original Mix) – Noir Music^

Vagaries or anything vague is going to be kinda scary. This might have the effect of cascading. You don’t know what to make of what you are experiencing, so how can you be expected to relate it? Especially if the only people you have to relate your experience to/with are judgmental. I mean, they just want to get you fixed so you can be back to your normal happy and productive self.

As far as a redux, I dunno what to tell you. I’ve no program to sell, and don’t subscribe to assigning a value to something in order to somehow reinforce or substantiate its worth. When I first read the story of how Morgellon’s got named, who named it, and why?

Kinda crushing.

So if my reason(s) and method(s) seem too altruistic, I gotta know…

Q: What’s wrong with being altruistic?

A: ¿?

I’ve no answers.

I'm not psychic either.

^CHVRCHES – Miracle (Official Video)^

Let's talk about knots.

If you’ve got 25% of the matter in the Universe encapsulated within a knot in time, not all of that matter will loop. Some will loop, and some will be in a holding pattern of sorts. If you think in terms of Purgatory, maybe that will help to make our “time knot” make more sense, but I’m likely about to freak you out with that same notion. So yeah, part of the matter loops, part does not. In the case of “big bang” followed by “big crunch”, the matter will reorganize in an identical loop, but not all of it. If you think in terms of “data preservation”, this might explain why a certain someone may or may not know something at the same time that they knew previously.

Loop 01: Subject A knew about a certain something on November 12^th of 2017.

Loop 02: Subject A did not know about the same certain something on November 12^th of 2017.

Loop 03: Subject A knew about the same certain something on November 12^th of 2019.

Loop 04: Subject A was born without a head on November 15^th of 1967.

Loop 05: Subject A knew about the same certain something on November 11^th of 1973.

If a particle of matter does not manifest in the exact same way every time, the next iteration will differ. Did your understanding of “alternate universes” and/or “alternate realities” just take a turn? Or was I too vague, because it’s about to get worse.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qM5q1o7ofnc

^Paul Van Dyk – For an angel (Original mix) [HD]^

Let’s imagine that our time knot iterates every 10,000 years.

Q: How in the FUCK can a chunk of a 14 billion year old universe iterate every 10,000 years?!?!?!?

A: Simple...we're talking data preservation, and how that data is preserved, reorganized, destroyed, recreated, all kinds of crazy shit.

I’ll have to get to more detailed shit as to how certain dynamics can accomplish this as I go.

So yeah…a chunk of The Universe “big bangs” every 10k years, collapses in on itself, then does the whole thing over again and again. Small changes here and there can have unintended consequences, but it’s basically the stew-pot where universal dynamics are tested and re-tested over and over again.

Like a sandbox.

Anyway, we’ve got someone within this realm that needs to know a certain something, and they need to know this certain something by a certain time. So say, if our person needed to know this certain something by Jul 24^th of 2035, and yet that someone was stillborn in 1967 of the current iteration…

Q: How long does the iteration have to run before resetting?

A: A long fucking time.

Roughly 2,000 years, but due to the nature of knots, it could be as long as 11,000 years depending on how uniform the time distortions are.

How could this be possible?

Welp, like I said, it’s going to take some explaining. But the short answer is, sometimes shit works out the way it does. Someone may remember stuff from previous iterations, but not know how they know it.

Who does someone like this turn to?

Welp, if they turn to science, they are going to be laughed at. If they turn to medicine, they are likely going to be medicated and/or locked up. If they turn to religion, they are likely going to be told that they are cursed or possessed. If they turn to metaphysics, they are likely going to be told that they’ve been reincarnated and used to be someone famous in a previous life. The person in question is likely going to know that all of that is wrong.

So...where does our person turn?

^Cocteau Twins – Alice (Deep Space Remix)^

So yeah, if you ask me about alternate realities and/or universes, I understand what you are talking about. I just have some different ideas as to what they are, why they are, where they are, and how they operate. The “sweet spot” would be either:

A) don’t get into a time knot, or

B) if you do get in one, pray you never know that you are in one.

I’ve seen and devised some very destructive methods of utilizing infinities within and through time. Knots are the scariest of all. They’ve a weird linear/looping nature that can run in so many simultaneous directions, and do so for so many iterations that may last from micro-seconds to eons, and do so within the constructs of a set period of time.

10,000 years in this instance.

So you are likely wondering, how could something that loops every 10,000 years contain elements that last only microseconds or eons? I dunno…ask science. They seem to think they have a bead on “event driven” things. OK so, I won’t bail that easily. Lemme do another section.

^DMK: “Everything Counts”^

If you’ve got a knot, and part of the matter does not manifest as it should, where it should, when it should, it may take billions of years to get that matter back to where it needs to be, when it should be there, as it should be.

What would be the purpose of this “time knot”?

Funny that purpose would suddenly come up. We tend to deal in absolutes, not purpose.

Absolute chance…

absolute fate…

absolute absolutes.

Absolut vodka would come in real fucking handy right about now.

Think it’s easy for me to think about this shit? To talk about this shit?

You'd be wrong.

Seeing shit like this transpire in my head can be overwhelming. I can speed it up, I can slow it down, I can run it at any number of speeds from virtually any and all perspectives. To relate, think of a pulsar. With every single pulse of the image above, I can destroy and recreate the entirety of this particular knot. I can stop it here, speed it up there, but all under the auspices of finding where a particular issue lay within the knot. It could be as massive as a star, or as finite as a grain of sand on some distant planet. But when dealing with matter in this volume, virtually everything is finite.

That may sound contradictory, but it’s knot.

Everything is precious…

from the first drop, to the last.

^CHVRCHES – Lies^

I don’t expect any of that to make sense. But I am sure there are those that will likely understand what I am talking about just fine. I don’t think that I am the only person that has ever thought about shit like this, but I do know that the experience of thinking about it can be difficult.

One of the drawbacks of time for those of us that ponder it.

Do I really think things like this exist?

Yep.

Do I really think that there is someone out there who would think such a thing like this up?

Yep.

And before you get too uppity with the ethics, keep in mind that you’ll likely make all kinds of decisions with respect to other lives, and not think twice about it. You’ve likely wished death upon someone just because they’ve cut you off in traffic. You’ll likely try and get someone fired just because they fucked your order up at the drive-thru. Unless you are not like that, in which case, good for you.

What we do, matters.

^The Crystal Method – Weapons Of Mass Distortion^

Look at it like this…

you’ve always wanted to rule the world…

right?

Maybe if you are stuck in a time-knot, and things work out correctly in one of the iterations, you’ll get your chance. Good luck.

Time...we already have all there is.

^Alice | Pogo^

cYa | cFa

^Deadmau5 – Strobe (1080p) || HD^

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We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader. Now Clicky and me are off to watch synchronized Hornblower with the Okie Devil…

Frequent Seas…
Frequently Sees…
Frequently Seize…
Frequently Frees…
Frequently Freeze.https://t.co/u3LEhKwkgR pic.twitter.com/8TREQplH7Z

— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 29, 2018

Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Yes Turd Ay!

Cade…

“a pet or tame animal,” especially a lamb, late 15c., often used in reference to young animals abandoned by their mothers and brought up by hand; of unknown origin. Meaning “spoiled or over-indulged child” is from 1877. Also as a verb, “to rear by hand or tenderly,” and an adjective (late 15c.).

… the Okie Devil of Text Us sent through a wonderful birthday missive to me, Dear Reader. Chocked with music, images, humour and humility, I am happy to share it with you, below…

Continue with Wiki Wavy Wall

*Aye! …/lights up… There’s a couple of Wiki Wavy Walls in there for you too, Clicky… /drags…*

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!!!!! - ! -HBD ROOBEEFUCKINGDOO- ! - !!!!!

OK, so, it’s a day early. Today is Thursday May 51st of 8210, and I started writing this latest piece of shit yesterday. But I’ve almost finished it, gonna send it over to her soon, and she’ll post it whenever she does. Pretty sad that this is the best that I can do with respect to giving her a gift, but, it’s all I have to give. So in order to turn this away from me a bit, let’s get back to Roob, and let’s now celebrate and bask in her sunshine.

*Clicky! …/makes shushing gesture… Pipe down…*

DATELINE: May 25th, 1918. RooBeeDoo was born on the southern slope of Mount Vesuvius in Northern Canuckistan, some time between the hours of 00:00 and 23:59.

Wait…

Vesuvius isn't located in Canada...

is it?

Does Canada even have volcanoes? If not, why not? I wonder if there are any countries that would be willing to loan Canada one of their volcanoes. Anyway, I dunno if she was born on the side of a volcano or not, but I think she’s pretty cool

😉

HBD Young Lady.

❤

^The Seekers – Georgy Girl (1967 – Stereo)^

I has question or so that needs asking/answering…

Q: Do I need to spend the entirety of my life worrying about A) where the power is, and B) who has it?

A: ?¿?

Says who?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0q01OG5goS8

^This Is Why They NEVER Told You About THIS! It`s Called UFO For A Reason! (2018)^

I’d go to one of these. Prolly for the socializing more than anything.

They're waiting for you. Join us in Cherry Hill, NJ for this years #MUFON Symposium. Get your tickets now! Early Bird Special ends June 1st! Don't miss out on all things #UFOs, #aliens and the Future of Humanity! https://t.co/xO7jyDQRdi pic.twitter.com/WGRzvhgGte

— Mutual UFO Network (@mufon) May 22, 2018

But thinking in terms of “the higher self”, can we think about practicality for a second?

If some future me showed up in the now, all-knowing and full of smarts about all kinds of things, and I wanted to observe myself in the now blundering around all lost…

Q: What’s the difference between then and now?

A: ???

I see no difference. I think that I know it all now, and I’ll think that I know it all then…so doesn’t that create this paradoxical “banging your head against the wall” type situation? Why would I tell myself, not to be myself.

Seems...destructive.

Almost like, the more my future self told me, the more that future self would start to get it wrong. I would assume that my future self would begin to change as I changed, and eventually, neither of us would exist. Like some weird resonance trying to find itself within an otherwise structured chorus. Of course, this assumes some linear structuring within time.

Which...no evidence at ALL for that, eh?

Just thinking that at some point, a future self and past self would be equally lost when encountering each other at a single point in time.

^Muzzy – Play (ft. UK:ID)^

America was once called the land of opportunity. A land flowing with milk and honey, and virtually limitless resources. A place where infinite infinities abound. Many have stood and marveled in awe at this land…

and yet...

we appear to be having an identity crisis? Too much of what we don’t want, and not enough of what we do want?

Q: Isn’t that the same thing?

A: ???

Either way, sounds like a lot.

^Utah Lake-Carp Removal^

Now…what in the motherfucking fuckberries is THIS shit all about?

Covington, Tennessee

Sevierville, Tennessee

Pigeon Forge, Tennessee

Tennessee

Arkansas River

Mississippi River

Tennessee River

Ouachita Mountains

Ozarks

Great Smoky Mountains

Blue Ridge Mountains

Tennessee Valley

Appalachia

Yellow Journalism

Yellow Fever

Jaundice

Geomorphology

Badlands

Orocopia Mountains

Someone must be going to Tennessee or something.

^Yello – To The Sea (Long Version)^

The contents appear to be able to speak for themselves.

One who looks for a friend without a faults will have none.#quote, #mindfulness, #friendship

— BhimSain Saini (@BhimSainSaini) September 8, 2016

The rest is all just fun and games…

until it’s your turn at the gallows.

^Greg Kihn Band ‎- The Breakup Song – FULL LENGTH VERSION^

Anyone know what this section was/is supposed to be about?

Something of substance was supposed to go here, but I cannot recall what it was.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWuIAHHh_Cc

^Zebra – Who’s behind the door?^

I need a car. Anyone got a spare car they aren't using?

^The Columbia River Gorge’s abandoned car problem^

Ever heard of a “fatberg” before?

Fatberg

Welp…now you have.

^Fat Boys – Human Beat Box^

Tonight, been watching some videos of the more arcane mechanics of The Universe. Namely, drains. Plumbing. Pipes and piping. The things that cause these drains to become clogged/stop working, and the people who show up to get them flowing again.

It's a nasty job.

Completely repulsive in many respects. Pee, poo, food, grease, puke, toilet paper, tampons, roaches, rats, and all kinds of creepy-crawlies that you can see, and many creepy-crawlies that you cannot see.

Q: Has anyone taken the time to sit down with Sophia and explain the finer points of human digestion and/or public waterworks?

A: Who the fuck is Sophia?

Sophia is sum gal.

Sophia (Robot)

If you cannot understand the love that it takes, to get your entire body completely immersed in human waste(s), all so that someone else can flush their toilets and run their faucets? Yeah…I think your bots are going to have difficulty understanding a lot of things.

^Digital Underground – Humpty Dance (Music Video)^

Watching all of these plumbing vids, and seeing swirlies of all kinds, got me to thinking about the two things that one must know in order to be a plumber…

That which has been shat doth not gravitate to the summit of yon beorg.
Wages shall be rightly manifested to thee upon the day of Frige.https://t.co/sQ993FG0cV

— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 24, 2018

Supposedly, that’s all you need to know. I guess the rest, you just have to kinda…

wing it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ud2mvXZR470

^The Monkees ~ The Last Train To Clarksville (HQ)^

I wonder how many “51” references there are in this particular post?

I think there are references to a certain year too.

Can’t be sure tho.

^THE LUYAS ‘Fifty Fifty’ [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

dd8q7sgu0aalj2o

If you want to see a great example of how legal systems are justified and established?

Look no further.

There's no chance #WHO would abandon the lucrative #con so-called #beatNCDs by which people who are otherwise too poor to pay any taxes are forced to pay more for food "for their own good". It's time to #abolishWHO and convict the cult leaders for their crimes against humanity pic.twitter.com/O8uC1gj5H2

— DrMA (@mihotep) May 24, 2018

It was the pic that got me. Mainly because this is the first really inflammatory political cartoon that I’ve seen in a very long time. There is no one that this cartoon does not denigrate. It casts all as “poor”. Poor morals, poor timing, poor judgement, poor rationale, poor planning…it just flat don’t give a fuck.

No fucks given.

Not to mention that everyone depicted is looking in, out, or away in some form or fashion. Lots of veils. So what about the cartoonist? This cartoon smacks of an “editor-in-chief” idea. Something some EIC dreamed up, told the cartoonist what they wanted, and the cartoonist drew it. I could be wrong on that.

/shrug

^The Tubes – Talk to Ya Later (HQ)^

What was the business about legal systems being justified/established/created? Welp, calling for the dissolution of an organization, while simultaneously calling for the criminal conviction of it’s members, sounds to me like what Set did to Osiris. Killed him, then convicted his members…sorta. You can draw your own conclusions about that story.

/shrug

But anyway, yeah, same thing…sorta. Killing and chopping up the established and well-formed. Creating chaos out of order, all to make a point. What’s the point? I dunno. Maybe someone was being ignored. Maybe someone was doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Maybe all that and more.

But thinking more in legalistic terms, a war machine seeks enemies to fight. If you are capable of being or becoming ill/diseased, deformed, bent, broken, or anything similar, then yeah, you are an enemy of The WHO.

Not the band, the group.

Confusing thought to ponder, eh? The difference between a group and a band? I guess that’s the difference between war(s) and battle(s). The difference between battle(s) and combat(s). Just seems to me that the very thing the Tweeter was calling for, was the very thing that can and will legitimize the organization and people they want to see destroyed.

Q: What kills the war machine?

A: Nothing kills it. But it will sometimes sit idle and rusty until someone stumbles across it and gives it a shine.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bl9bvuAV-Ao

^Magic Bus The Who ( HQ sound )^

It’s suspect – the tweet – calling for dissolution and conviction. But only because you are using the very tools that make the war machine go.

Obstructionism

Filibuster

Filibuster (Military)

List of Heritage Sites in Free State

Roman Infantry Tactics

Rider (Legislation)

ADAPT

Militant

Nonviolence

Metamorphoses

Metamorphosis

Metamorphism

Diagenesis

Daughters of the American Revolution

Short and Long Titles (Legislation)

Poison Pill (Disambiguation)

Quorum

Qui

QUI

Qui, Iran

Who (Pronoun)

A Disquisition on Government

The fingers go deep.

You should know that tho.

They are your fingers afterall.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4JFqfqIPKA

^The Smithereens-A Girl Like You^

Someone made a tweet recently. I’m paraphrasing the contents, but it was basically…

“I am a complete person, and I don’t need anyone else to make me whole”

…or something like that. I could prolly find the tweet if I wanted, but to what end?

Of course you are complete. There’s nothing wrong with you, and even if there was something wrong with you, it’s prolly nothing that can’t be solved with a topical ointment or some tweezers. Like say…that one weird eyebrow hair that is growing all screwy above your left eye. I can’t stop staring at it.

 😉

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1QihWLLKGY

^Cream – I Feel Free^

OH HEY!!! I attended my first ever Live Stream a coupla nights ago!!!

Livestream

Live Streaming

Some fuck on Twitter tweeted that there was a live stream going on, so, I went. I sat for about an hour, doing something I had never done before, with a bunch of people that I didn’t know, and watching them play a video game that I’d never even heard of. I even hopped on their Discord channel and chatted with them a bit. Being on Discord kinda fucked up the audio of the live stream video, so it took me a second to realize I needed to mute the audio on the video stream, but I figured it out eventually.

Dying Light

OH COOL!!!

The Cult Of Snax Noodle

Just looked up the channel, and there’s a vid of the stream. It looks like they’d already been streaming for about 23 minutes when I got there, and I doubt you want to watch 3 hours and 23 minutes of a pack of nerds playing a video game, but…here it is if you do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Oy72AUYHCY

^Dying Light & Dead by Daylight double stream 23/5/18^

What does it take to create a new category? Does it depend on what we are talking about? Do I even need to know what I am talking about? Or do I only need to know what you are talking about. I’m just sitting here wondering who these people are. Yeah…THOSE people. Who are they? What are they doing in that job? How’d they get it? Who hired them? Who hired them that hired them? How do we uproot these worthless, self-serving, fuckfaces?

Careers at WHO

They seem to be hiring.

Knock yourself out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHW2c14N7MA

^THE SMOKE – “My Friend Jack” (HQ Promotional Television Performance On “Beat-Club”) | © 1967 RBTV^

What do you do with all these people once you’ve gotten them fired, convicted, or whatever? Public housing? Public employment? Public assistance(s) of all kinds? If that and those are the case(s), wouldn’t it have been better to just have left them where they were?

^[x] – Rx – Stage 2^

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4M7gKZqgHn4

^Mamas & Papas – Dedicated To The One I Love^

cYa | cFa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5usk2yrw0E

^Lulu 1967 – The Boat That I Row^

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towel rub

*/grins… You enjoyed that, Clicky, didn’t you? …/pats snout…*

Missive From ‘Merica: So Long and SoPi

My good friend Cade, the Okie Devil from Textus, sent through a new missive for us last night, Dear Reader. But first… some sad news: smoking internet pal, Nik Nak…

… died yesterday. The news of his passing broke in the Blue universe today via Frank. More tender words and remembrances of our stalwart friend can be found via Leggy, Bucko and Grandad…

*/lights up… hope Dear Reader goes and read the comments too, Clicky… /drags… He will be missed… /smokes… I expect Smoky Drinky’ll be heaving tonight…*

It’s Friday evening!
Let the good times roll!!! pic.twitter.com/rb5WMINpBf

— Mothra P.I. (@Hardywolf359) May 18, 2018

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Let's find some work!

Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?

Apone: I don’t know, is there anything you can do?

Movie = Aliens

^The Beatles – Paperback Writer^

So...where do I start?

Craigslist is infested with data/information leeches and scammers, newspapers are going to require me to subscribe and/or pay. I don’t trust Monster nor Dice since they’ve gone through so many acquisitions that I don’t even know who they are anymore, so…where do I start?

The Best Search Engines of 2018

Blech!

Let’s take a step backwards, start from the beginning, and find out what I can do.

I know how to operate a cash register and have worked at jobs handling cash.

I know logistics and have warehouse experience.

I know how to fuel airplanes.

I know customer support, have done help desk, desktop support and phone support.

I know technical writing.

I know software development and programming…

 but I haven't done it in forever.

I’m gonna stop there, because what I really need is an old copy of my resume, and I currently have no way of getting to it since it’s sitting on the hard drive of a computer that doesn’t work anymore. Hell, it may be gone forever if the hard drive doesn’t work.

Fuck this noise 😦

^depeche mode – work hard (1983)^

Let’s share what I’ve seen on Craigslist lately…

Resistance/Liberal Contributors Wanted For New Humor Site

No pay – “Exposure” only.

😦

We need readers

They don’t want me to respond via Craigslist? Seems shady, but $16-$32 a day to read books? I could likely read 2-4 books a day quite easily. But then I have to write a review and, since I’m being paid, that means that I’ll be gleaning the turds for peanuts in order to find something remotely palatable to write about. I mean, they are going to want positive reviews, kind words, shit that sells books: no one wants a paid reviewer shitting atop their shit pile. That would be an ex-cess-ively shitty mess.

PC Gamers: we’re looking for writers

This appears to be another non-paying gig, and I’m going to have to spend untold hours playing a game that might suck-ass. Then I’ve got to review it. But what if the game is good, but I’m terrible at it? Would that make for a good review?

“HEY! THIS GAME IS AWESOME! But I suck at it.”

Immediate openings for P/T writing positions – Top Pay ($30/hr!)

Suddenly…I feel like the character from the movie “What Women Want”. I’m wearing pantyhose lined with panty-liners and/or maxi-pads around the house, all day, just to make $30.

Video Captioning – Earn Up To $390/week – Work From Home (Work from Home)

“Staying fresh in the workplace.”

…she says. Since when is there even a line between the home and the workplace? Go to your bathroom, take a gander around, and you are likely to see more logos and advertisements than you would see on a 15 minute drive in an urban area, even if the radio is on.

Go to your kitchen. Take a gander at your appliances. Open the fridge. Open the pantry. Advertisements and advertising have LONG invaded the home via more than just television and radio. So I would argue that “staying fresh in the workplace” really isn’t that difficult. Not to mention that “keeping up” is just more advertising for more revenue streams. Certifications aren’t free, nor is the process of getting them.

Let's abandon this ship.

It’s long since sailed.

^TOTAL IDIOTS AT WORK^

Let's go with recent experience to start...

Recent Experience: Thinking. Writing. More thinking. Blabbing nonsense on Twitter with a few friends.

And yep...more thinking.

That shit don’t pay, so let’s stop dilly-dallying, crank up MS Paint, and start making some attempts at…

SoPi-H

Q: Can magnetics be used to focus?

A: Ever heard of a compass?

Simple.

NO!

I mean within the mind.

Within the body.

Q: What tools do we have available to us in order to better navigate our daily challenges better?

A: Time. Can't do jack shit without the time to do it in.

But you gotta keep some things in mind.

Bird Migration

Birds seem to know where to go, how long to stay there, when to go somewhere else, and where to go. So let’s stretch that out a bit. Let’s stretch it out say…over the course of a spring/summer/fall.

Spring is coming. You are a bird that migrates up north as the weather warms. However, back at the place you just left – unbeknownst to you – some contractor just started a new project to build town homes over the next 6-8 months. When August/September rolls around, and you begin your journey all the way back to your wintering grounds, you’ve no idea that when you get there, your home is going to be gone.

Fucking squatters.

^Missy Elliott – Work It (Official Video)^

SO!!! How do we navigate our own minds within and without? Visualization sometimes helps. But most of the more modern tools are too linear, and most of the old “mysteries” kinds of things are too static or vague. I need something more fluid. Less rigid, but solid.

Solid like air. Solid like water.

Everything is contextual with fluids. Go fast enough? Air will burn you like a charcoal briquette, and water will break every bone in your body. And yet… a breeze at the right time is like a cuddle from the sweetest of lovers, and a splash of water at the right time can cool and refresh. I’m not trying to invent a steering wheel for the soul; there are PLENTY of fucks willing to tell you what to do with that thing.

Nope, this is more about how spirit and mind get us through the things we encounter. We like to think that almost everything is either positive or negative; good or bad; right or wrong; correct or incorrect; but it’s all those things. Hence, I think we spend most of our time in a state of indifference.

EX: Buy/Don’t buy. Sell/don’t sell. Walk/don’t walk. Run/don’t run.

We don’t like to think of ourselves as indifferent because it seems too wishy-washy. And yet…

decisions, decisions, decisions.

So yeah, indifference…we hang out there a lot methinks. Our secret lover.

^Work For Love – Ministry^

SoPi-H – Iteration 01

SoPi-H – Iteration 02

SoPi-H – Iteration 03

SoPi-H – Iteration 04

SoPi-H – Iteration 05a

SoPi-H – Iteration 05b

SoPi-H – Iteration 06a

SoPi-H – Iteration 06b

So yeah… SoPi-H. That’s it. That’s them. That’s…what it is…what they are…

whatever.

^Fifth Harmony – Work from Home ft. Ty Dolla $ign^

Drawing this shit from the hip, and not trying to be so goddamn perfect, sometimes aptly displays why I’m not always “all about shit lining up perfectly” or according to some rigid set(s) of specifics. As the perspective changes, so does the outlook on “what lines up…and what don’t”.

EX: SoPi-H_03 doesn’t look so bad. However, when you turn it 90° to make SoPi-H_04? Yeah…the wonkyness is MUCH more apparent.

The personification of indifference with respect to decision making.

The “defect” was always there, you just had to approach from the correct angle/perspective in order to see it. It looked great here, but not so much later. So if you’ve attached your anchor to a certain principle, what happens when you take a look at that principle from another angle?

Q: Are you locked in?

A: !!!

It’s like finding a defect in clothing after you already purchased it, removed all the tags, you wear it for the first time, and you or someone else notices something about the garment later. I mean the fucking thing looked just fine on the rack.

FUCK!!!

How in the HELL does something like this get past quality control at the place that manufactured it? Why would a retailer not check their own stock for defects prior to making it available for sell?

What I did there...do you see it?

^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^

cYa | cFa

^The Beatles – A Day In The Life^

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Dear Reader… Have a Song… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Tick Arty Boo-Hoo!

https://youtu.be/M3MvJEIZKPk

Well hello there, Dear Reader…

😀

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having a great week, with a bank holiday day off, gorgeous weather to set the mood lighting and only Friday to go…

And now, from across the Pond, the missive you’ve been missing, from the Okie Devil himself…

*He certainly gets me thinking, Clicky… /lights up…*

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What effect does capillary action have on the epidermis?

What effect does blood pressure have on the epidermis?

^Roxy Music – More Than This^

My Austin trip has been canceled. I guess that’ll leave me more time for writing…eh?

^i_o – //DDoS^

If everything is “SEO Optimized”, how in the FUCK can I tell your company from another?

This “SEO” kind of thinking that has become so prevalent just seems to have an aggregatory knock-on effect that is eventually going to make the entirety of a particular industry subject to takeover.

Yeah...the whole fucking thing

A particular industry, gobbled up by some big player, all because it’s impossible to tell the difference between one company and another. There may even be a legal precedence to consider…. isn’t there already legal precedence for the distinguishing and distinguishment of businesses? That if two or more competing businesses are so similar in operation, purpose(s), price, etc., and if the market does not intervene, that government will and/or should?

Lotta dynamics to that, and I can’t recall them all, but yeah, that rings a bell.

^True Facts : Carnivorous Plants^

Just thinking about things that are in place to offset corruption. Take for example, the pipeline infrastructure in The United States.

PHMSA

I’ve heard it pronounced as “femza”, and they are part of The US Department of Transportation. But why wouldn’t they be part of USDOT? Any time, that anything moves, it’s being transported…right? Like say…electron transfer?

Money transfer?

But yeah…back to corruption. Why would I bring up corruption with respect to PHMSA?

Federal Pipeline and Oil-by-Rail Regulator Making 9% Staff Cut, Confounding Experts

There are said to be millions of miles of pipelines in this country. If PHMSA is a small group, that means that PHMSA dictates policy, you obey…

period.

So where does this perceived corruption start? My guess is going to be, that it starts when there is agreement as to what is acceptable and who it is acceptable to.

The US has one inspector for every 5,000 miles of pipeline—or twice the length of the country, each

Not like you can make a decision to use 1.5” pipe made out of steel for a 1,000 mile stretch of pipeline, and then suddenly say

“OOOPS!!! We shoulda used a 2” brass pipe instead.”

^Pleasurekraft, Jaceo, Vedic – The Most Dangerous Game [Official]^

Does a 1,000 mile long pipeline bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?

Does a 1,000 mile long anything bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?

I GUESS THEY DON’T IF THE EARTH IS ACTUALLY FLAT!!!!!!

OMG!!!

I JUST HAD THE STUPIDEST EPIPHANY IN HISTORY!!!

When you go somewhere, you take what you need with you…right?

Do you fold clothes before putting them in a suitcase?

Are there some clothes that you handle differently?

Like, do you own clothes that should NEVER be folded?

Prolly make special considerations for those. A clothes carrier perhaps.

But irrespective of what, you still figure out how to take what you need with you, and you figure out how to best get it there with little to no change or disruption…right?

Genetics and organics are starting to make more and more sense.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a46z0mS3NPM

^Depeche Mode – Shine ( trance mix 2015 HD* dj jean alpohin )^

If I spin a ball clockwise “here”, and spin the same ball anticlockwise “there”, what effect(s) does that have on the space(s) inbetween?

Are you having trouble imagining what I am describing? If so, do this…

find a hair on your arm or leg…
find another hair near it that you can draw a straight line to, one to the other…
now imagine your bloodstream running underneath the skin…
now imagine a red blood cell that is spinning clockwise near one hair, and the same blood cell is spinning anticlockwise near the second hair.

What effect(s) does that and those motions have on the space(s) between the hair(s)? What effect(s) does that have on the hair(s) and follicle(s) themselves? Are you incorporating enough axises to accommodate the spaces that allow this and these rotational actions? Are you being fractal in these thoughts? Are you being unidirectional enough in your analysis?

Surface Tension

Magnetism

Electromagnetic Field

Hypereosinophilic Syndrome

Eosinophilia

Eosinophil

Acidobacteria

Acidophile

Lactobacillus

Lactobacillus Acidophilus

Atmospheric Pressure

Decompression Sickness

Just keeping it real. Or at least, real-ish.

^Béla Fleck & The Original Flecktones – “Sinister Minister” – Mountain Jam VII – 6/3/11^

Is it possible that air-travel related illnesses may in fact be remiss in ignoring some more long-term effects that air travel has on the body over time?

Pressurized aircraft, non-pressurized aircraft, compressed air(s), temperature controlled buildings that are themselves pressurized…shit like that. We appear to be under a lot of pressure(s). Maybe that’s why everyone is presumed to be so goddamn grumpy.

^Stevie Wonder-Isn’t She Lovely Lyrics^

Speaking of pressure(s) and spin(s)…how in the fuck, can something that is made out of meat, be allergic to meat itself?

ALPHA-GAL SYNDROME: WHAT IS THE INCURABLE MEAT ALLERGY SPREAD BY TICKS?

There’s a lot of tumblers turning there.

I need to chew on that story a bit.

No pun intended.

^Bela Fleck – Did you ever meet Gary Owen Uncle Joe?^

I’ve not made much progress. I started this on Sunday, but it’s now Tuesday. I supposed that one might could say that I’ve gotten lazy…

that I’ve become confused or sidetracked…

lost direction…

run out of things to say.

Could it be that my course is run, and it’s time for me to shut up?

Fold my tent?

Head for the hills?

Retire?

Welp, if I stay in the USA, I’ve got 20 years left until I can retire. I think I’ll keep going.

^501 – Infinity^

Here’s an interesting story…

How white women use strategic tears to avoid accountability

Would that be like…”utilization of strategic weapons to enforce your will”? Or…”seizing a strategic opportunity to query a person of a certain color, only because of your own color”? I mean, cops carry firearms and other weapons for a reason. The discharge of the firearm is irrelevant. A weapon is a weapon. A cell phone or radio can be a weapon if utilized properly. Hell, almost anything can be weaponized. But this weaponizing of people based on skin color or creed sounds…familiar.

Can't recall anything specific tho.

^Monstergetdown – Creature^

The more you travel through your life, the more you are likely to see unexpected shit. People thinking thoughts and creating and doing things that you yourself may have thought of. In fact, you may find things so similar, that they are damn near identical. Weird and strange things that you may have thought that you and only you have thought of. This is likely why economics can be so destructive. If you chase a dream with the expectations of a commercial return, you are likely going to wind up penniless and miserable. Thievery and shenanigans aside, sometimes, things just happen as they do.

^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^

Pressure,

pressure,

pressure.

Points in time = pressure?

That makes me think of something that occurred to me some time back. Let’s say, that there was a country or two, that were once at war. One of these countries, ended that particular theatre of war with a swift stroke or two. These “strokes” may have had unforeseen consequences. And so, as that “defeated” country recovered, and eventually more generations were born in the aftermath, there was this feeling of…vengeance. A need to avenge this defeat.

Q: Would long-term “sabotage” of sorts, be an effective method of exacting this revenge?

A: ¿!!!?

Or would that just be creating more of the same via a different path. Perpetuation of the stereotype(s). Perpetuation of the need for vengeance.

Black Rain

I guess you don’t fight vengeance. You cope.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot (Calyx & TeeBee Remix)^

BITCOIN!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night, I finally did a bit of digging on this topic. Turns out there is another called Etherium or something like that. Today, I watched an episode of Doctor Who, and this episode centered around some complexities with respect to calculations performed in certain spaces using certain elements, that themselves are molded into certain shapes. I was laying on the bed a few minutes ago, watching the sun traverse the sky, and it inspired me to write a short poem.

The days are getting longer.
Seeds for fall sown now.
Longer days, and longer rays,
Their heat now calculates the first snowflake to fall's very shape.
Much time between now and then,
The calculations to be run again and again,
Winter smiles at us from the comfort of our Spring.

— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 8, 2018

Calculations, and when they are thought to be complete/completed.

^Paul Keeley – New seclusion^

I don’t know if any of my ponderings are worth a fuck, so the best that I have to sustain me is that I must be thinking about this shit for some reason. Not to mention, that I wouldn’t be able to comprehend them. Which, to be fair, most of the things that I think about, I don’t understand nor do I try and pretend that I do. How is one to know, how to proceed?

^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^

If I tell you how to have a particular experience, don’t I in effect prevent you from having one? Or at least, having your own?

That’s my beef with programs and precipices. You are taking someone, who is likely already “bent” or maybe even “broken”, and you are going to reinforce that brokenness with this new revolutionary and life-changing program that you have devised. You’ve basically reinvented and created a square hole, and are now encouraging people to jump through it, knowing full well that they won’t fit. If they fit, you don’t get to sell your program to them. It’s like canvassing a fat-farm for size 0-3 bikini models. Nevermind your shortsightedness if the first fat-farm you visit turns out to be all male.

I mean, you HAVE considered gender...right?

^Neonlight – Boom^

It’s tough to know what to encounter.

It’s tough to know how to encounter it.

^PEEKABOO – Arrival^

I watched the following vid, and it’s like…

”we will monitor what is happening under your own feet, we will assess, and we will tell you what to make of your own life.”

If you feel it in your interests to do so anyway. This is likely why people get so angry when shit goes wrong. You’ve given your proxy to someone to make decisions for you, and that is predicated on the fact that…

what?

You are so incompetent that you can’t make your own decisions? Or that others are so superior that they can? Both of those things? Do you forgive yourself for making mistakes? K…well…perhaps it was a mistake for you to sign away what you feel are your rights, forgive yourself, move on. You’ll know better next time.

^Hawaii Volcano Eruption Update – Tuesday Night (May 8 2018)^

And there’s this…

Scientists baffled after discovering signs of elusive time crystals in a kids’ toy

Carbon, Quartz, tides, cycles, radio, pulses. Yeah. You’ve got bits and pieces, and there are many. But what comprehension can we attain when the medium(s) and methods are so exclusive? Your fears are said to be well founded, and based in fact(s). But that also means that you do not trust the very future that you seek to know. As a result, the more complex the system, the more exclusive it will be, and the less that will have access to it. Just keep in mind that an isolation is a beacon like any other…

it just shines differently.

As best I can guess, most scientists never take the time to just sit and watch a clock. To ponder what is happening on each tick, and what is happening between. To wonder about others, their lives, what is transpiring in those lives, and how they cope. To intentionally blur your own clarity. To ponder what it is like to let clarity come to you. To learn how to let an epiphany or discovery go. To let The Universe provide us with something astounding, acknowledge the gift, perhaps even marvel at it a bit…and then give it back. To wander in the splendor of creation, and realize that every opportunity need not be capitalized upon.

That should provide some bias for better gauging what you personally should pursue, and maybe what to leave for others.

^Benny Benassi – Change Style^

We build our own civilization(s) on “the ruins” of others. We use the same principles and precepts that “collapsed” civilizations used. Ever stop to think that the suggestiveness of this and these contradictions might just cause some confusion?

We don't teach irony/ironies...do we?

Well, maybe thespians do, but not everyone is cut out for acting in front of others, and not everyone likes the theatre.

^Bastille – Pompeii (Live From Isle Of Wight Festival)^

Wanna know how “exclusive” things are? Easy. Talk about something you know nothing about, see who jumps on you, for what, and from where they spring. You’ll learn real fucking quick if others perceive you as being somewhere you shouldn’t be and/or doing something they feel you shouldn’t be doing. They’ll likely even tell you the opinion that you should have. If you adopt and adapt, they may even try and recruit you to their cause.

^CoLD SToRAGE – Cairodome^

Checked out some rentals in a certain town in England this week. Been looking abroad for an apartment/flat to lease where I could live for 3 to 4 months, take in the local wildlife, and do some writing on the experience. Find some place, wander in more or less blind, and see what I see. No real agenda, other than taking what I am given, then share my experience and experiences. It’s been a long time since I’ve dreamed like this, but it was kinda fun. Now all I have to do, is do it.

Ya'll ready for some storms over that way?

^LTJ Bukem – Atlantis^

cYa | cFa

^Wontolla, Kasger & Limitless – Miles Away [NCS Release]^

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*Innit, Clicky! …/pat snout… Sets me up nicely for tomorrow…*

Dear Reader, have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Clicky Led

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2 + 0 = 1

Sounds impossible? There is a blessing to standardization. It is indicative of a contextual significance. An era. An epoch. A time. What is significant about an obelisk that is not standing up?

I dunno

What is significant about an obelisk that is standing up? I bet it’s pretty fucking significant if it’s standing, but about to fall. Prolly also significant if it is standing, then falls with little to no warning. How’d that thing stand up anyway?

Prolly aliens + tractor beams

^Fatboy Slim – Right Here, Right Now (CamelPhat Remix)^

I haven’t seen one of these vids appear in a while, but suddenly…here one is.

WARNING: You may want to turn your volume down prior to watching. For some odd reason, this vid is loud as fuck.

PRO TIP: After watching the vid, don’t forget to set your volume back to where it was prior to watching it.

🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NQRGaqR6Ls

^strange Trumpet sounds from the sky caught on live TV Volume 20^


So here's the dealio

I’m writing three different posts at the same time,

they’ll be posted in three different places, and

all three are gonna start off with the same three paragraphs.

But they’ll each go their own way after these first three paragraphs. I’ll write/post one here, I’ll write/post one over at my WordPress blog, and the other I’ll send over to RooBeeDoo to see what she comes up with. I’ve not been doing a lot of writing lately, but I sure as shit have been thinking about it.

I’m about to undertake some scary endeavors, and I’ve been working hard to dial my writing back since December of last year in preparation for these endeavors. I’ve also been trying to be mindful of what I read and watch. Limiting my intake, if you will. But last night, I started to feel just downright depressed. Like someone had kicked me in the junk, ‘cept with none of the actual pain and all of the actual depression.

As I lay on my bed and contemplated while I felt so shitty, I got the impression that I just flat out missed writing all the time. There are other things I miss as well, but I can’t do anything about that. So, I’ll focus on those things I can do something about. At this stage in my life, there is really only one thing that I have some limited ability to control, and that is my writing, and where and when I choose to write it. Let’s onward with the…whatever this is.

BREAK!

^CamelPhat – Drop It^

Is there a difference between something that is standing up, and something that is not? I mean, even if they are the same goddamn thing, if it’s laying down, it’s not the same thing laying down that it is when it’s standing up…right? Do I need to bring up penises?

lolz...bring up penises...lolz

This is the downside to talking ethics. There is an implied decorum that needs to be maintained. I assume that this decorum is to maintain and/or achieve some sort of purity. But what in the FUCK is “pure” about dreaming up and enacting legislation pertaining to murder? Or is it the path that purifies us, as we walk from the point of origin(s) that put us on this muddy and despicable trail of tears, all in order to get us to where we need to be?

Yeah, ethics suck

If you are clean, you gotta get dirty in order to understand what it is that draws your particular snout to the pig sty. If you are dirty, you gotta listen to the same uppity righteous fucks that likely created whatever shithole you are trying to climb out of. It’s a mess.

^Hot Since 82 – Veins (Original Mix)^

Let’s go this direction for a bit…

Obelisk of Axum

Tiya (Archaeological Site)

King Ezana’s Stela

Eritrean Highlands

Rift Valley Fever

Great Rift Valley, Kenya

Great Rift Valley, Ethiopia

East African Rift

Divergence

Abuse of Notation

Intuition

Would intuition be what it is, if it were more standardized? Thinking now about the curvature of our planet and certain spaces, there is a potential for nullification based on a contextual proximity within time. That is to say, that “not all sacred sites are the same”. Sure, they are all “sacred”…

but to who?

When?

Where?

So with that in mind, is the Tevatron the same thing as the LHC?

Tevatron

Large Hadron Collider

If they are the same thing, why are there two of them? Do we need two of the same thing? Or is one more/less significant than the other?

^Mark Knight – Your Love (Original Club Mix)^


Let's see what Boogie2988 is up to

He mentions something about a YouTube purge.

My Twitter has been acting wonky for about a week.

I wonder if any of this shit has any affect on Bitcoin.

^I’M FINALLY FIGURING IT ALL OUT… RECOVERY LESSONS.^

What…in the FUCK…is “body dysmorphia”?

Body Dysmorphic Disorder

Alien Hand Syndrome

Body Integrity Identity Disorder

Somatoparaphrenia

Hemispatial Neglect

Acquired Brain Injury

Synonyms of Arterial Tortuosity Syndrome

Dystonia

Human Factors and Ergonomics

Ergonomic Hazard

Vibration

Repetitive Strain Injury

Space Psychology

Kinesiology

Podiatry

Reflexology

If you sit in a certain chair, at a certain desk, and you do this over a certain period of time…

but then suddenly

… you find yourself in a different chair, at a different desk, for different periods of time…

Q: Does that have an effect on anything at all?

A: Or are you just a piece of meat?

Yeah, I don’t know how to deal with bitter acerbity either.

^Solardo – On The Corner^

Yesterday, I did a search on YouTube for “spiritual awakening” just because I’ve not kept up with that shit in a while. I don’t even remember what I found, because I wound up trying to start watching Part 3 of that Ouija Board documentary. I dig rest.

Let’s hop over to YouTube real quick, I’m gonna search for “spiritual awakening” again – without quotes – and I’m going to link the 3rd video on the 3rd page of the search results. Sound good? Let’s do it!

<rawr> ;-P

JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 3rd video on the 3rd page is motherfucking 1 hour, 46 minutes, and 5 seconds long!!!

I ain’t watching that bullshit!!!

First rattle out of the fucking bag, the goddamn video tells me to go read a coupla prophesies from Nostradamus before watching the video. Now, why on EARTH would someone want me to pause the video, grab a book, and read a bit before watching the video?

Hmmmmm

Could it be to get you used to the fact, that in order to proceed in your continued “growth”, you are going to need books,

and home videos,

and daily chant guides,

and daily mantra guides,

and t-shirts,

and bumper stickers,

and laminated bookmarks with clever shit written on them,

and coffee mugs,

and all kinds of other ancillary market types of shit to take along with you, as you trek to god knows where for the quarterly retreats that are held for select “gold members” at the temple?

Anyway, here’s the video if you wanna watch it. I only made it to 1 minute 43 seconds.

^The Laws of the Sun – Spiritually Awakening Movie – OFFICIAL^

If I keep talking about the same shit over and over, does that create some sort of repetitive type injury?

O RLY? To whom?

Yeah, to whom does this injury occur? To me? To anyone who reads my bullshit? Both? Anyway, I’ve seen this gal’s stuff before, and may have even watched and linked this particular video at some point. But there seems to be an infatuation in certain sectors of the synchrosphere with “the shining”.

Shining

Illumination

Clairvoyance

Synchrotron

Synchrotron Radiation

Synchroscope

Synchronicity

I find this concept of “specificity within the synchrosphere” to be ironic, since specificity seems to be contrary to the nature of synchronicity. That said, a lot of these concepts may not be new, but they are new to some of us. So, let’s see what she has to say about something very specific, and how this specificity may relate to “spiritual awakening”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuRUJqAVwIY

^How to Develop Clairvoyance, How to Become Clairvoyant, How it Works!^

A few weeks ago, the street light across the way went out. The street was dark as shit for a coupla weeks, and it was just damn nice outside at night because you could actually see at night without that fucking beacon blinding the fuck out of you. However, it has now been replaced, and they replaced the one light, with two. Not only that, the fucking thing is bright white instead of the pale amber of the previous street light.

The whole goddamn street is now bright as shit at night

I wanted to take some pics of the full moon, but I now can’t because of that goddamn beacon that is right in the path of the moon/Luna’s ascension.

😐

^SYMBOLOGY AND YOU. How SYMBOLS Affect Your Subconscious Mind WITHOUT Knowing It + ANCIENT Symbols^

I’m not trying to knock these people, but a lot of this shit sounds like the parroting of something you’ve learned, and you are following the program or system step by step in order, as you’ve been taught to do. I know that I do this all the time. So, what is it that we are trying to break out of? Why are we trying to break out of it? Are we searching for intuition? Are we searching for our own intuition?

Standardized anything is going to seek to quash intuition, so maybe that’s the sudden infatuation with enlightenment via ancient mysteries and/or mystery schools and the like.

Temple of Set

Harry Houdini

Spiritualism

BLOOPS!!! I guess there’s nothing new about it. ‘Cept for maybe we are getting to know our neighbors a bit better without even realizing we were doing so.

Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania

What, in the name of all that is holy, could Wilkes-Barre Pennsylvania have to do with the price of tea in Antarctica? I dunno. But I can think of one person that this town might ring a bell with.

^Shiba San – OKAY^

Been watching Dr. Who, Deadwood, and Adventure Time with a certain someone. I’m still kinda iffy on the whole “remote viewing” angles of this particular activity, but I’m kinda comfortable with my own cluelessness, so whatever.

/me shrugs

Remote Viewing

I can only imagine, that anyone gaining access to my head/being, the first fucking thought is going to be

“GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!”

The only reason that I can see that someone would want direct access to the fabric of another being…

Truth

But doesn’t truth loose some of its meaning when the filters and filtering that is already in place are circumnavigated and/or circumvented? It can’t be truth if I don’t want or need to tell it. So there’s an implied duality or binary nature to getting to “the truth” by the action of telling. What we tell, and how…

Perception(s) and perspective(s)

I mean, just because you can plug a lamp into an electrical socket, is no guarantee that the lamp will light.

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

I narrowed my YouTube search to only show results from videos that were posted this week. This was the latest one, and it appears to have been posted 7 hours ago.

 Today is Tuesday May 1st, 2018, and it's currently 12:48 CDT

It appears this video is a talk more than a video, and it’s some gal talking about the menstrual cycle. I’m not female. This talk has fuckall to do with me. But it does make me think about fibrous material(s). That makes me think about Morgellon’s. Not that I ever think about fibrous material(s) potentially being an issue for women that use certain feminine hygiene products or anything.

Aponeurosis

Apnea

Toxic Shock Syndrome

Morgellons

Innate Immune System

Symptom

Diagnosis Code

Is it possible that Morgellon’s is actually a form of Toxic Shock Syndrome? I mean, I personally am allergic to everything under the fucking sun. Not to mention, anyone can become allergic to anything, at any time. Shellfish are OK for eating today, but tomorrow, eating them kills you. So…with that in mind…

Q: What changed?

A: I dunno either.

Maybe we can figure it out.

Or at least develop some coping mechanisms.

/shrug

^Red Moon: Goddess Teachings & Meditations for Female Spiritual Awakening^

This isn’t really where I intended to go.

I intended to go nowhere in particular.

Can both of these statements be true?

^Deadmau5 – There Might Be Coffee (1080p) || HD^

When I see someone’s profile pic on Twitter, and I get the googly eyes because she is very pretty, is there a certain procedure or protocol that I supposed to follow at that point? Am I supposed to message them and say “YO BITCH YOU ARE HOT AS FUCK!!!” or something similar? Or do I just wait for the erection to subside, then go about my business.

Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever actually gotten a boner from looking at some gal’s pic. But I’ve gotten butterflies a time or two. Anyway, I never thought of Twitter as some dating service or place to meet chicks to hook up with. I guess being married will do that to a fella, and subsequently being divorced doesn’t change much in that regard.

But I do often contemplate the mechanics of meeting someone. I mean, I’m single again, so why wouldn’t I contemplate this? To be honest, it scares the shit out of me because I had long been under the assumption that I’d be married for the rest of my life. Plus, what if one of these gals I get the googly eyes and butterflies over is married or in a relationship already? I can handle someone seeing my pic and throwing up. I’ve had this face for a long time and am familiar with the response it tends to generate.

Meh…I’ve no idea what to do, nor even if I should do anything. I think I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing, which is nothing. At least that’s something.

^Summertime Rolls – Jane’s Addiction.wmv^

MAYDAY!!! MAYDAY!!! MAYDAY!!!

May Day

I’ve seen some “witchy types” posting something about some other name to call this, so lemme go see if I can find what that something is.

Beltane

BELTANE!!!

Speaking of belts, my mother gave me all of my father’s old belts. I mean, the guy is dead, so he ain’t gonna need them anymore. Anyway, I was looking at one of the older ones, and it got me to wondering how many lashes I got over the years with that particular belt.

It’s wide,

it’s thick,

it’s long,

made of leather,

and left many a welt on my

back,

arms,

legs,

hands,

and sometimes even my ass. Not that he was a bad aim, but he usually had to suspend me in the air by dangling me from one of my arms.

I was not real receptive to being repeatedly struck with a heavy piece of leather, but one day, that all changed. I bent over, grabbed my ankles, and never made a peep through all 12 lashes. He, was stunned. But I think when it was over, and I turned to face him, and shot him a look of hate bound by fury, I think I scared him. He was almost speechless, and eventually stammered a congratulations to me on my “not going to the tear department”, but our relationship forever changed that day.

He retired the belt, and never used it on me again. I’ll not elaborate as to the direction that the violence took after the belt was retired, but you can probably imagine. I was 12 years old.

^Paul Keeley- Run To You (Original Mix)^

I gotta run because this one is getting kinda long, and I’ve two more of these I need to go write, then get back to watching Deadwood and Dr Who with a certain someone. But before I go, I got a parting query. There are many that espouse this “living for the day” mentality to others. To seize opportunity, and not to wait. But I’ve got a question for you…

Q: Aren’t you worth waiting for?

A: I think you are

Doesn’t matter if it’s 5 seconds or 5 years. I’m betting that you are worth waiting for.

I think you are pretty awesome, and I don’t even really know you.

Not even sure what “knowing” really means in this context.

You learn, you grow, you change, you…

do whatever in the fuck you do.

So “knowing” can’t be just and only about fucking.

But yeah, I’ve got a feeling about you, and I don’t even know who you are.

Now all you have to do, is sort out/figure out who I am talking to and/or referencing.

Good luck

❤

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qdx4kWn3Cpc

^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^

cYa | cFa

^Dave Horne – In Our Dreams (Original Mix) [HD]^

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Missive From ‘Merica: With ADDED WOO

Been on a bit of cultural exchange these past two weeks, Dear Reader…

Adventure Time

*Indeed, Clicky! …/pats snout…*

… Whereby I’ve been introducing The Okie Devil of Text Us to Doctor Who…

*It’s been an Utter joy, Clicky, bouncing around time and space with Cade… /lights up… Seeing things anew…*

… And in return, he has introduced me to Doowdaed…

*No shit! It’s called Deadwood?! …/rubs eyes… Actually, Clicky, that does makes more sense… /drags…*

… And we’ll continue with more of that later today…

*/coughs… I ain’t shown him that one yet! …/taps ash… Mind you… /smokes… touch and hearing in one clip, Clicky? Fucking clever!*

Woo Hoo

In the meantime, Cade has very kindly sent a missive for us all to enjoy, Dear Reader…

*******

giphy

Where have I been?

Where have YOU been is likely a more appropriate question.

I've been taking a break.

Getting my bikini figure into shape for Bikini Season.

Let’s remedy that.

^DJ Shredda – Chainsaw (The Crow Mix)^

Let me come clean. I’ve been avoiding anything and everything on the web, except Twitter, and I’ve been doing that for the last few months. I don’t care what it is, I don’t want to see it, and I don’t want to hear it. Those “pokes from else and/or elsewhere” have gotten too numerous. My feet, legs and hips are cramping almost non-stop, and it fucking hurts.

So yeah...vacation.

I keep thinking about some 16 year old girl shooting herself. Can’t get it out of my fucking head. That, and this goddamn anti-smoking bullshit. Oh, and I’m trying to write. So there’s that. I also keep swirling around swirls. That has led me to some interesting thoughts on “flat space(s)”, so I’m gonna ramble about some of that…

assuming it's A-O-fucking-K with you.

^Acid Fighter (DJ Crow Remix) – Soundgrabber^

So what’s up with you where you are? It’s snowing outside here. Gonna put my cold weather gear on in a bit, go outside, and make a video. I doubt very seriously that most fucks are going to believe that it’s snowing in North Texas in late April, but it is. Once I make the video, we’ll have proof, the case will be solved forever, and there will be no reason to argue about the truth of spring snow(s) in Texas. I’ll keep you posted on where you can view the video.

^DJ The Crow meets DJ Arne LII – The Speed (Überdruck Mix)^

Why in the fuck would anyone care if North Korea/South Korea reunified? You running low on shit to talk about? Running low on shit to worry about? East Germany and West Germany got back together.

Maybe if you fucks would stop thinking in terms of big and small, you could actually focus. Or at least, make some discernment(s) as to what focus is.

Which reminds me, I got to thinking about the nature of focus with respect to membranes, and it got me to thinking about what is required to stretch a something so thin, that it results in the reduction of mass in certain sectors of the stretched membrane in such a way as to detract/reduce scale. Meaning, the reduction in mass does not cause a fundamental change in anything except scale.

Shrinking.

Basically, a chain of say…Oxygen atoms…have become so stretched, all while retaining their relational bonds, that some atoms begin to shrink in scale. Methinks we are stumbling into/onto some gravity/anti-gravity kinds of things here.

^Norman Bass – How U Like Bass? (Warp Brothers Club Mix)^

Thinking more in terms of contextual processes that are created for the purpose(s) of creating something that does not currently exist, there are certain things that we can accept as being, for the most part…normal. Like say, the creation of a house using wood, that starts with the chopping down of a tree, and is followed by the chopping down of more trees.

Pretty normal sounding right?

Welp, what about slamming sub-atom particles together at near the speed of light using the machines that we build in order to achieve this? Is that normal? Or can we consider it “normal” to qualify these activities as…abnormal.

Q: Is “sawdust” considered waste?

A: ???

Do we have processes in place to adequately deal with the ongoing sawdust issue(s)? Have we taken steps? Addressed concerns? Is the matter settled?

^Crash Bass – Hardshake^

Let’s focus

Focus (Optics)

Let’s get more focused

Focus

We on the same page?

Let us turn it

^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^

I wonder how many membranes are breached in order to perform an “average” surgery.

Fascia

Fibromyalgia

Crystal Habit (Redirected from Fiberous habit)

Fiber

Dietary Fiber

Biodegradable Waste

Tortuous

Tortuosity

Tortious Interference

Tortuosamine

What Is a Tortuous Artery?

Twisted Blood Vessels: Symptoms, Etiology and Biomechanical Mechanisms

So can we assume that there is a difference between a perforation and a cut/incision? What about a stretch or strain? Wouldn’t an incision by a laser be both a perforation and a cut? No to mention the burn(ing).

^Hanayo – Joe le Taxi^

It’s just passed noon on Saturday April 28, and I’ve not been sleeping well. I’ve been dreaming non-stop for months now, but I guess its the season change that is currently fucking me up. I went on a 5 day drinking bender last week, and it did me some good. But still not sleeping very well. Guess I’m sweating heading to Austin a bit. Leaving for Austin soon, and looking forward to it, but also kinda nervous. The dynamics of the trip have suddenly changed. I’ll survive it tho. May even have some fun.

/me shrugs

On the up side, I’ve got the fever to write.

On the down side, I’m gonna be without my computer for a while.

I guess it's time to break out the pen and paper.

OH! I’ve got three stories in the new Underdog Anthology which was published this last week.

UAV front cover all named

I guess I need to write a post on it on my own goddamn blog.

^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^

Got to thinking about the referential dynamics of gene sequences the other day, and the numbers went from “ridiculous” to “incomprehensible” almost immediately.

Picture This: two identical strands of DNA. One of these strands is located in the heart, and the other is flowing within the bloodstream. Now, imagine these two strands in relation to one another. Now think about the sequence in each strand. Do the sequences remain constant? What about in relation to each other?

I mean, we are talking more about cryptography/cryptology than we are about relationships or gene sequences/gene sequencing, so what about discretion, distinction and/or discrimination? Is there potentially some magic in the spacial relationships and orientations of identical things? What about like things? Similar not same kinds of things?

Cryptography

Discernment

Discernment of Spirits

Discrimination

So yeah, if you get two identical things together, what are they now?

Spooky action at a distance?

Or does the action always and forever need to follow a predefined path?

^Boy Harsher — Pain^

Was talking to a certain someone this week about “GUT”, and espoused that this particular pursuit is going to have to include multiple elements, and that the omission of a simultaneous “constructive/destructive” is likely why these efforts to construct a unification continues to fail and/or be elusive.

Grand Unified Theory

Whatever this “GUT” winds up being will have to have contextual nature, and I added Earth/Terra and Sun/Sol distinctions.

EX: The GUT on Earth/Terra will not be applicable on Mars, and the GUT on The Sun/Sol will differ from the GUT on Earth/Terra. We are in motion, and the only constant state appears to be that of “change” and/or “changing”, depending on where you are and when.

Perspective(s).

So yeah, there is likely a metric shitload of fucktons of galactic considerations that also need to be made. Maybe The Zodiac ain’t such a stretch afterall, eh? I mean, if these distant gamma ray bursts are suddenly of global concern because we can now see/detect them, that means that they’ve always been a concern. So I got a question for you…

Q: What’s your fucking hurry?

A: ¿?¿

Maybe if you fucks weren’t so goddamn wrapped up in the fatalistic ends of the more modern interpretations Darwinian theory/theories, you wouldn’t be so fucking anxious to win your very own Darwin Award, and take the rest of us with you in the process.

^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^

Yes, I am suggesting that certain sectors of science seem to be pretty goddamn fatalistic. I mean fuck, we can get that fatalism bullshit from religion. We don’t need it from you too.

But you’re free to do what you want.

Blow it all up.

😐

^Azari & III – Hungry for the power (Jamie Jones remix)^


 My brain hurts.

Imma go get something to eat, then video the snow for anyone who wants to see it.

^’I FINK U FREEKY’ by DIE ANTWOORD (Official)^

cYa | cFa

^Hey Boy Hey Girl (Soulwax ‘2 Many DJ’s’ Remix)^

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Feeding time

*Yeah, I’m hungry too, Clicky… /stubs butt… Let’s get sumfin to eat…*

Dear Reader? CYL… 😉 …and have a Song ❤

Crossing the Date Line

*Coming out of what, Clicky? …/lights up rollie and drags…*

UAV front and back cover

*/puffs contentedly…*

At last, Dear Reader, the Underdog Anthology V is published…

*Knot a graphic novel, Clicky… /streams smoke… Short stories, many authors…*

… I’d been speculating with Leggy late on Friday as to the date it might appear…

Legy and Roob talk UAV and dates 1

… The first ‘event’ listed in the Wiki link – ‘The Year of SIX Emperors’…

*Five pointed star! I was thinking of The Okie Devil of Textus… /flicks ash… Cade’s got stories in the book. I didn’t even think of that, Clicky… /pats snout… What did I list next?*

Legy and Roob talk UAV and dates 2

*/drags… 19 Four-Tees… /blows smoke ring… Nineteen stories…*

*Three? …/squints… Sew, inadvertently, Leggy and I counted down six, five, four three… /final drag…*

Legy and Roob talk UAV and dates 3

*2, 1… /stubs butt… Hey, how about that ‘wolf trap‘, Clicky?*

Legy and Roob talk UAV and dates 4

https://youtu.be/OAFlJVe2N4I

Strangely enough, Dear Reader, if you go check out UAV’s listing on Amazon – and I suggest you doo 😉 – it’s published date is 20th April…

facepalm

*Oh I dunno, Clicky… /lights up… 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0… /grins…*

Have a Song 😉

HBD Dr One! From The Okie Devil & RBD2

Two things, Dear Reader…

*No, Clicky… /flicks lighter… two items to cover off in this post… /lights up…*

First up, the soon to be published Underdog Anthology V has finally got a title…

*Knot quite… /puffs… Similar, Clicky…*

Six in Five in Four

Leggy tells me there will be 20 stories in all, not including the Foreword and Afterword, which I guess makes…

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*/drags… twenty-two… /squints… and knot Tutu, Clicky… /taps ash…*

I have two stories included: ‘Nine Lives‘ and a new ‘Harry‘ story called, ‘Jackanory Jackalope’…

jacka_gif_by_nymla-d8r8ffl

*/coughs … It’s a spring-time book, Clicky… /clears throat… There has to be a rabbit…*

… In witch, the Legend of the Jackalope is recounted by a…

My good friend, Cade, who has three fantabulous stories in UAV, imparted the legend to me. I hope I’ve been able to do it justice ❤

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*Okay… /drags… thanks for keeping me on track, Clicky… /blows smoke ring…*

The second thing, Dear Reader, is to say a big, fat ‘Happy Birthday’ to The Underdog…

Dr One

… And to give him his pressie, made by Cade, from both of us. Leggy may recognise the lyrics 😉

*My besties are SO fucking clever and talented, Clicky… /stubs butt… I AM the luckiest woman in the whirled…*

*Yes, you too, Clicky… /pats snout…*

Breakfast Embed Part 3 – SkRAM Booled

HOWDY!!!

giphy3

*Wha? Whaddaya mean I fucked that up? Who the fuck are you, and what in the fuck do you know about what is or is not, fucked up? /me snorts*

Err…I mean, Greetings Dear Reader. I am still Mr. Slimey and I’m still filling in for RooBeeDoo and her Dolphin assistant Clicky, both of whom may in fact be vacationing somewhere in España. I’ve currently no proof to substantiate this claim, but maybe they’ll provide photographic and/or some other evidence upon their safe return.

giphy4

*Ya know, at a cursory glance, she appears to be both bipedal and reasonably agile/mobile. Why exactly she’s crawling around on all fours is…mysterious…*

It appears that there is indeed a need for this 3rd part, but let’s let the lady take over at this point, and she can steer us in the direction of wherever it is we need be.

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https://youtu.be/u18b65Om2jA

*I dunno, Clicky… /flicks lighter… I had started writing a post on the John Lamb Lash video talks… /shakes lighter… New format… /flicks lighter… He’s got a Limey companion now, called Ginny… /shakes lighter again… I’m enjoying the Anglo-Yank combo… /flicks lighter… Reminds of a sumfin’… /gives up and rummages through handbag…*

Not sure what Part 3, Cade thinks we need, Dear Reader…

* /rolls eyes… Oh okay, Clicky… /finds working light… *

This here is a post I started writing this afternoon, before Cade sent back the top and tailing for the Inchoate Egg story posts published earlier: Part 1 and Part 2. It’s called…

The Hierophant In The Womb

hierophant (n.)

“expounder of sacred mysteries,” 1670s, from Late Latin hierophantes, from Greek hierophantes“one who teaches the rites of sacrifice and worship,” literally “one who shows sacred things,” from hieros “sacred,” from PIE root *eis-, forming words denoting passion (see ire) + phainein“to reveal, bring to light” (from PIE root *bha- (1) “to shine”). In modern use, “expounder of esoteric doctrines,” from 1822.

This morning my good friend Shiny posted me a story link on MEROVEE, over in the Red universe, Dear Reader…

Elephant caught 'smoking' on camera leaves scientists baffled https://t.co/KR7BciypON

— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) March 25, 2018

*A born to be wild thing, caught smoking… /lights up… And scientists are baffled, Clicky? …/scans text… Ah, Nag Role sumfin’ or another… /deep drag… In D I A… /streams smoke…*

‘“I believe the elephant may have been trying to ingest wood charcoal,” said Dr Varun Goswami, WCS India scientist and elephant biologist.

‘“She appeared to be picking up pieces from the forest floor, blowing away the ash that came along with it, and consuming the rest.”’

And the reason the scientists think she’s taking up smoking, Dear Reader?

‘The charred lumps of wood can also serve as a laxative to the pachyderms who are able to consume it in the wild after forest fires and lightning strikes.’

belly laugh.gif

*/grins… And Shiny posted it in the Red ‘Excretion’ universe of MRS REGN? Priceless… /puffs merrily…*

capnomancy (n.)

“divination by smoke,” c. 1600, with -mancy“divination by means of” + Latinized form of Greek kapnos “smoke,” which is of uncertain origin, perhaps a non-Indo-European substrate word that also produced Lithuanian kvapas “breath, smell,”kvepiu, kvėpti “to gasp, breathe,” Latvian kvept“to smoke, smell,” and perhaps Latin vapor.

That’s as far as I got, Dear Reader. It is a “very great fact”, as John Lamb Lash might say, that elephants never forget…

https://youtu.be/dbKTdVpnGj8

Reich-ous Hitler lost his War, Dear Reader. So if Lashy is correct in his telling of the Sophia Correction narrative, it rather begs the question:

Q: If Adolf had the whole fucking planet on his side, how in the hell did he lose?

A: Could it be?

Nah! It’s not like tobacco is associated with a goddess or sumfin’…

‘And at the spot where they had burned First Mother’s bones, there grew another plant, broad-leafed and fragrant. It was First Mother’s breath, and they heard her spirit talking: “Burn this up and smoke it. It is sacred. It will clear your minds, help your prayers, and gladden your hearts.”

‘And First Mother’s husband called the first plant Skarmunal, corn, and the second plant utarmur-wayeh, tobacco.

‘“Remember,” he told the people, “and take good care of First Mother’s flesh, because it is her goodness become substance. Take good of her breath, because it is her love turned into smoke. Remember her and think of her whenever you eat, whenever you smoke this sacred plant, because she has given her life so that you might live. Yet she is not dead, she lives: in undying love she renews herself again and again.”’

Two things happened this week. One with little mainstream media coverage…

*/final drag…*

… And one saturated…

"We're Going To Start A Revolution": 500,000 People Storm Washington To Protest Guns | Zero Hedge https://t.co/YLKsrFKYWI

— RooBeeDoo (@RooBeeDoo1) March 25, 2018

*/stubs butt…*

That’s quite enough for now, Dear Reader. Locking up the LoL for tonight before we get arrested… Have a Song 😉

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Thanks for having me 😀

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That’s all there is for now, and there ain’t no fucking more.

It’s time for you and all your parts, to hit the fucking door.

Get your seated ass de-planted, and get your knees unbent.

Put some swagger in those hips, just in time for end of Lent.

The eggzit is where you’re headed, head there now and soon.

Or else I’ll chase you out with my….say, where’d I put my broom?

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Seriously…I’m not fucking around…get gone.

❤

https://youtu.be/vTE4GXaPodk

Breakfast Embed Part 2 – Sun E Sighed Up

Hello again Dear Reader. In case you’ve forgotten, my name is Mr. Slimey, you are indeed at The LoL, but RooBeeDoo and her assistant Clicky are currently…indisposed.

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*first doors, now windows. A flying carpet would not be out of place here /me taps foot and ponders…hmmm, when and where is a flying carpet “in-place”? /me wonders*

Actually, I’ve no clue whether Roob and Clicky are indisposed, outdisposed, or striking any other dis or dat pose(s). As far as I know, they are in the same place and places they’ve always been. But who really knows where that is? Who really knows what they are up to?

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*/me does double-take. At first glance, that window actually looks kinda…normal. But it it?*

We’ll continue to work on the pertinent and relevant as we proceed. But now, and for your continued reading enjoyment, may I present the next installment of RooBeeDoo’s… The Inchoate Egg.

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https://youtu.be/UtGjJVcrKQU

*No, the beginning is on the last post, Clicky… /lights up…*

Many thanks again, Cade, for the lovely intros and exits ❤

And now, Dear Reader, the story continues…

As it happened, I ended up arriving late for the County Business Awards at the Civic Centre. Very late as I’d overslept from the afternoon nap I’d taken, with the intention of being fresh for the evening ahead. Now I felt frazzled; I hate being late.

Despite the area outside the building being clearly designated ‘No Smoking’, there were a good number of glammed up people loitering by the entrance, taking a last puff, as if their lives depended on it.

I felt a hand lightly tap my shoulder and turned to see a vision in shimmering gold in the warm evening sunshine. “Harry! You’re late too. Thank goodness, I didn’t want to arrive on my own!”

Josie fair took my breath away, stood there lithe and tanned in a floor length gown that she appeared to have been poured into. Her thick black locks were piled high on her head, loose tendrils curled down, emphasising the slenderness of her throat and shoulders. And her make-up was as smooth and flawless as the skin tight dress she wore, emphasising her jaunty breasts, flat stomach and lean thighs.

“Whoa! Hi Josie, you look…” It’s difficult to keep the awe out of your voice when faced with utter perfection. Then another thought occurred to me: where’s Alfie? I scanned the road but couldn’t see his car.

“You scrub up nice!” I joked, trying to play it cool and prevent a drooling incident.

Josie giggled nervously, twirling girlishly. “Is it too much? I wasn’t sure, I haven’t been to one of these events before.”

I felt my jaw start to drop at the sight of the satin material clinging to her righteous arse cheeks. Jesus! She can’t be wearing any underwear!

An appreciable number of smokers’ heads turned in our direction, although I could tell none of them were looking at me. “No, you look absolutely stunning. In fact if we win tonight, you should definitely go up on stage to collect the award. It could get us on the front page of the local rag.”

She has no idea how gorgeous she is, I thought, as Josie blushed at my suggestion. I lightly grabbed her elbow, steering her toward the main entrance, unable – and unwilling – to remove the huge smile now plastered across my face. “Come on, we’re really late. We should go inside and find the others.”

More posh frocks and penguin suits milled about inside, quaffing champagne and munching canapés in between small talk. We made our way to the bar area, zeroing in on the sound of booming laughter. For once the Fat Kontroller was already in attendance; he usually liked to make an entrance, but from the ruddy colour of his cheeks I’d say he’d arrived a while ago.

“Harry! Over here!” the Fat Kontroller called out, beckoning us over. “You’re late.”

He was sat at the bar, flanked on one side by Simon and Katrina from our newest client, Clovis International, and on the other by Lol our friendly bank manager. Next to him was Shazza, showing far too much flesh in a low cut dress and braying like a donkey at an amusing anecdote being told by our final guest, who stood with his back to us. I hadn’t met the famous Zander Rhodes yet, but from the look of his slim hips, broad shoulders and slicked back hair, I could tell he was cut from the Alfie mould of manhood. Then I saw the wolfish look flash across Zander’s chiselled features, as he turned to see Josie sashaying toward him. My heart sank, only to be further compounded when I saw the look Josie gave him as hellos and introductions were made.

“Bad luck old girl,” Lol whispered in my ear as he kissed my cheek and squeezed my arse. “Good evening, Miss Egg. You’re looking radiant this evening.”

“Lol Williams, what have I told you about trying to grab my assets,” I replied with a smile, moving his hand up to my waist. “Honestly, you bankers…” I said with an exaggerated eye-roll, loud enough for the others to hear. It was a charade of course. I’d known Lol a lot longer than I’d worked at FAK. You could say we were kindred spirits and he was the only person I’d confided in over my longings for Josie, what really happened at Christmas and the loathing I felt for Shazza and her antics.

Lol laughed at my playful rebuke and quickly shifted his eyes in Shazza’s direction, urging me to look.

As unhappy as I was that Josie and Zander were hitting it off, Shazza looked positively crestfallen at the fizzing chemistry between the two best looking people in the place. She must have thought she was in with a chance with Zander. What a fucking pair of jokes we are, I thought, feeling a rare sense of camaraderie with the dope. It lasted all of a second as Shazza decided to open her mouth.

“Yeah, you look nice, Harry. Is that the same outfit you wore to the Christmas party? I thought that got ruined.”

“Oh no, what happened at the Christmas party?” Katrina asked innocently. She was a recent addition to the Clovis management team, so probably wasn’t aware of the gory details, just eager to join the conversation.

“A chocolate incident,” I replied smoothly, shooting a reassuring look in Josie’s direction. But she wasn’t listening, being totally absorbed in whatever Gaia-saving bollocks Zander, with his designer stubble was feeding her.

I downed the whisky proffered by the Fat Kontroller, who clapped me on the shoulder and stood up. “Right then boys and girls, now we’re all here, let’s get this party started.”

The main room set up with about 20 tables and was filling fast with the Great and the Good of the county’s business community. The level of chatter was high as we picked through the crowds to table four, positioned close to the stage. I decided I should take that as a good sign for award success but, to be honest, I was clutching at straws considering how the rest of my hopes for the evening were panning out.

Shazza had been busy in my absence as the place settings on the table were arranged boy/girl and she’d placed herself between the Fat Kontroller and Zander, with me opposite sandwiched between Lol and Simon. With Katrina sat between her colleague and the Fat Kontroller, Josie had been placed the other side Zander, and the suave environmentalist was availing himself of the opportunity to be as attentive as possible.

Lol gave my knee a reassuring squeeze under the table. “I’d offer to swap seats with you, Harry, but I don’t think you’d get a look in,” he muttered out of the side of his mouth.

“Don’t sweat it, love,” I reassured him, “I’m here to work. Here, have some some wine.” I poured him a large glass of Barolo before filling my own and grabbing a bottle of Chardonnay. “Simon? Katrina? Red or white?”

And so the evening progressed, through three passable mass catered courses, made more palatable by my excellent selection of wines. The Fat Kontroller and I worked on Simon and Katrina, the only actual clients at the table, whilst Lol tried his best to engage Zander and Josie in conversation. He was fairly successful too through his keen interest of in cycling and holidaying in Asia. Bless him, he’d even tried to include Shazza in their conversation with less success – she was finding the evening hard going, fidgeting in her seat, shifting from one conversation to the other, unable to contribute to either. She could drink though. Warily I watched her find solace in her wineglass, looking more and more miserable. I didn’t know whether to feel concern at what she was capable of after a skinful, or sheer delight at her self-imposed discomfort. But on the whole, I sided with delight – at least she wasn’t gobbing off.

Eventually the awards presentation began, starting with several dull but worthy eulogies of the strength and diversity of the county business community. We sat and clapped through numerous categories of award before they got to the one we were shortlisted for. I don’t mind admitting to a jolt of nerves as ‘Green Business of the Year’ was called out. My submission was F A Kontrell’s first attempt at winning any business gongs. Writing it up had been a doddle and success would mean more brownie points for me. As much as I liked my recent pay rise, I still preferred to earn it than get one for being merely non-litigious.

Under the table I felt Lol’s hand cover my own as I squeezed and scrunched the napkin on my lap. I lent across him toward Josie, “You’ll come up on stage won’t you, if we win?”

“Ooh can I come up too?” Shazza suddenly piped up, visibly brighting at the prospect of a bit of reflected glory. She turned to the Fat Kontroller, “If Harry and Josie are going up, can I go up too?” she squealed.

“Tush, Sharon, it’s not the Oscars,” he replied calmly, patting her on the arm. “And we haven’t won anything yet.”

It seemed to take an age for the presenter to read through all the names and for the nominees’ logos to appear on the screen behind him. You could cut the tension around our table with a knife.

“And the winner is…” He opened the envelope and pulled a card. “F A Kontrell!”

We erupted in a chorus of cheers and whoops. We’d only fucking won it!

With scraped back chairs, the four FAKkers got up to collect the award, receiving congratulatory hugs from the rest of our guests. Zander seized the opportunity to kiss Josie full on the mouth. She kissed him back. Slut! You’ve only just met him!

“Oi! Don’t smudge your lipstick,” Lol playfully chastised Josie, pulling her from Zander’s embrace.

I grabbed Josie’s hand and tugged sharply. “Come on! Let’s get you on the front page.”

Despite the huge quantity of alcohol he’d knocked back during the evening, the Fat Kontroller was steady and measured ascending the stairs, whereas Shazza was bouncing around like a demented yoyo. Josie and I joined them under the bright spotlights, standing behind our Glorious Leader while he made his acceptance speech. We posed with our trophy for the official photographer with beaming smiles, arms wrapped around each other’s backs. I could feel Josie’s right boob pressed up against me, my hand lightly resting alongside her satin covered left. This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to touching her tits, I lamented whilst we all shouted “Cheese!” at the camera.

Lol had procured a bottle of Bollinger and was already pouring it out by the time we returned to our table. “A toast to F A Kontrell,” he said, handing me a bubbling champagne flute. “And to Miss Egg and her award submission writing prowess!”

“Oh give over, Lol,” I said punching his arm, but loving his efforts to big me up. “It was a team effort,” I stated magnanimously.

“Oh no, Harry,” Shazza said slyly, handing me the trophy we’d just collected. “You definitely deserve this!”

It might have been the nervous anticipation or the excitement of winning, but I hadn’t fully appreciated the trophy’s shape until that moment. It was a heavy, crystal egg on a pedestal base. “Because it’s the shape of my name?” I asked.

“No,” Shazza hooted maliciously. “For your enormous butt plug collection!!”

Jesus fuck! What the hell?!

Undeterred by lack of laughter from the rest of us, Shazza cackled wildly and dug in. “You know, to go with one you got for Chrissmass!” she said oblivious to the shocked faces around the table.

Josie pulled away from Zander and stood up. “Sharon! Take that back,” she reprimanded her.

“An’ you can shut up, you snobby bitch! Or will Alfie beat me up, too?” Shazza sneered. A red flush crept from her chest, up her neck and flooding her contorted face. She pawed at Zander’s sleeve, “You know her boyfrien’ beat ‘arry up, doncha? Thought she was trying it on and tried to drown her in chocolate. Didn’t kishy prisshy pants tell you?”

“Sharon! It’s time you went home. I’ll call you a taxi,” the Fat Kontroller said, placing an arm around her shoulders to shepherd her away from the table.

“And get your hands off me!” Shazza shouted angrily, squirming out from the Fat Kontroller’s, causing a bout of rubber-necking from the surrounding tables. “I’ll do you! I’ll tell HR!”

Josie pulled herself upright. She looked magnificent, eyes glittering with righteous fury. “I am HR, Shazza! Duly noted. Now go home, you’re drunk!”

Shazza suddenly looked confused at the turn of events. The room had descending in silence at her outburst. Even the presenter had stopped speaking and was peering down at our table. Talk about snatching defeat in the face of victory!

“Oh Mishter K, I’m sorry…” Shazza slurred, allowing him to lead her away but the drunken cow wasn’t quite done. “Call me!” she sloshed back at Zander. Fat chance, you never pick up the fucking phone!

Zander shifted away from Josie, “You have a boyfriend?”

“Oh, um, I…” Josie faltered, losing her composure.

“Harry dear, what was all that about?” Katrina asked open mouthed. “Was that about the chocolate incident?”

“Erm,” I hesitated, “There was a misunderstanding with a chocolate fountain someone had bought Josie for Christmas.”

“You have a boyfriend and a fountain of chocolate?” Zander accused Josie indignantly. “Do you have any idea of the environmental devastation wrought by intense cocoa farming in West Africa?”

“Katrina. Simon. I am so sorry for the upset,” I apologised, refilling their glasses. I slumped back in my seat and drained my Champagne flute. “Oh god! What a fucking disaster,” I said under my breath.

“Don’t sweat it, love,” Lol said laughing and gave me a hug. “Just look at this way, Harry, not only did you win an award tonight but it looks like you might be getting shot of Shazza at last.”

“Heh,” I scoffed sceptically and looked over at the perceptible rift opening up between a suspicious looking Zander and Josie, guiltily gnawing at her bottom lip with pearly white teeth. Yeah, I conceded, things could have turned out a whole lot worse.

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There may or may not be a Part 3 Dear Reader. I don’t yet know, as I’m only writing the top and bottom portions, and RooBeeDoo is filling in the middle bits + doing any formatting/making any all decisions. A tough job I’m sure.

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*can we effectively operate without knowing the particulars of what others are doing and/or might be doing? Or does the veil need…some assistance?*

I guess we’ll know, when and if we know. If not, we’ll know. Don’t worry…I’m not eggzactly sure what that means either.

Queue song. 😉

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Shithead Jen

*Snot shit… /facepalms… The quote is, “It’s not shit”, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Couldn’t find a slightly long gif? …/stubs butt…*

Clicky and I decided we couldn’t not include an, um, Epi-chocolate-logue to end, Dear Reader…

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*Fanks, Clicky… /pats snout…*

The elevator journey up to the office the next morning was interminably long and extra bumpy, rattling my brains and turning my stomach. Shazza wasn’t manning reception but that was nothing new. I strolled round to my desk clutching our trophy in one hand and my head in the other. The Fat Kontroller was waiting for me, looking as fresh as a daisy. How does he do it?

“Good morning, Harry. We made the press,” he said handing me a copy of the local paper. “Front page.”

I placed the trophy on my desk and sat down, spreading the newspaper out and tried to focus. Josie had indeed made the front page, but so had Shazza – the awards photographer had captured the commotion. He’d even managed to capture the line of spittle streaming from Shazza’s spiteful mouth.

I read out the headline, “’Fracas at Local Business Awards. What a FAK Up!’. Oh bollocks!”

“You’ll be able to sort won’t you, Harry,” the Fat Kontroller said, picking up the trophy and polished it with his sleeve. “There’s a Good Egg.”

Happy Easter, Dear Reader. And don’t forget to stuff your faces with as much chocolate as you can because, next year… who know?

My Sweet Lord! Academic charged with assessing Sugar Tax ‘told by God to push for it’ https://t.co/cJwElTQkPP

— Christopher Snowdon (@cjsnowdon) March 23, 2018

Welcome to the LoL

Dear Reader, on Sunday, after posting at the LoL, The Okie Devil and I decided to resume our exploration of Doctor Who…

Since, I first introduced Cade to the the Doctor, we’ve also watched the complete Deadwood series (his offering) and most of Sherlock (my offering). Synchronized viewing, across the Pond via the internet, all kicked off by the age old starting together method of “3, 2, 1, Go!”

Thankfully the last season of Sherlock is not readily available…

Whilst we were watching, fellow Mero-VEEP and Blade & Chalice blogger, GeneofIsis (MJ), paid a visit to the LoL. She very kindly posted some comments and photographs…

And here it is, Dear Reader: a ‘Missive From ‘Merica’ inspired by MJ 😀 Enjoy! ❤

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^BSOD / This Is Also The Hook [full version]^

^The KLF – What Time Is Love?(1991)^

Q: Who is holding the camera?

^Modern Romance — Everybody Salsa Video HQ^

Wally Schira,

Donald Slayton,

Ed White,

Apollo 9,

Bubblegum,

Spider,

^Paul Simon – You Can Call Me Al^

^Lulu – Boom Bang A Bang (Eurovision – 1969)^

Q: Do you meditate?

^COCTEAU TWINS (extended) BLUEBEARD^

^Dennis Cruz – El Sueño (feat Martina Camargo)^

^Pendulum – Tarantula [HD]^

Me, me, me, me, me. Me, me, me, me. Me, me, me. Me, me. Me.

^Jay Lumen – Sunbeam (Original Mix) – Noir Music^

Q: What’s wrong with being altruistic?

^CHVRCHES – Miracle (Official Video)^

^Paul Van Dyk – For an angel (Original mix) [HD]^

Q: How in the FUCK can a chunk of a 14 billion year old universe iterate every 10,000 years?!?!?!?

Q: How long does the iteration have to run before resetting?

^Cocteau Twins – Alice (Deep Space Remix)^

^DMK: “Everything Counts”^

Absolute chance…

absolute fate…

absolute absolutes.

^CHVRCHES – Lies^

^The Crystal Method – Weapons Of Mass Distortion^

^Alice | Pogo^

cYa | cFa

^Deadmau5 – Strobe (1080p) || HD^

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We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader. Now Clicky and me are off to watch synchronized Hornblower with the Okie Devil…

Have a Song 😉

Cade…

… the Okie Devil of Text Us sent through a wonderful birthday missive to me, Dear Reader. Chocked with music, images, humour and humility, I am happy to share it with you, below…

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😉

❤

^The Seekers – Georgy Girl (1967 – Stereo)^

Q: Do I need to spend the entirety of my life worrying about A) where the power is, and B) who has it?

^This Is Why They NEVER Told You About THIS! It`s Called UFO For A Reason! (2018)^

Q: What’s the difference between then and now?

^Muzzy – Play (ft. UK:ID)^

Q: Isn’t that the same thing?

^Utah Lake-Carp Removal^

^Yello – To The Sea (Long Version)^

^Greg Kihn Band ‎- The Breakup Song – FULL LENGTH VERSION^

^Zebra – Who’s behind the door?^

^The Columbia River Gorge’s abandoned car problem^

^Fat Boys – Human Beat Box^

Q: Has anyone taken the time to sit down with Sophia and explain the finer points of human digestion and/or public waterworks?

^Digital Underground – Humpty Dance (Music Video)^

^The Monkees ~ The Last Train To Clarksville (HQ)^

^THE LUYAS ‘Fifty Fifty’ [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

^The Tubes – Talk to Ya Later (HQ)^

Q: What kills the war machine?

^Magic Bus The Who ( HQ sound )^

^The Smithereens-A Girl Like You^

^Cream – I Feel Free^

^Dying Light & Dead by Daylight double stream 23/5/18^

^THE SMOKE – “My Friend Jack” (HQ Promotional Television Performance On “Beat-Club”) | © 1967 RBTV^

^[x] – Rx – Stage 2^

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