Adventures in Remote Viewing: Moon Day Meanderings…

*/Flicks lighter… That’s a sync, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… In fact that’s a specific sync telling me get my arse in gear and write a Halloween story for UAXII…*

*An’ I’ll tell you wot else… /flicks ash… ‘Trailblazer’ crops up later in this post…*

Last evening, Dear Reader, Text US Okie Devil Cade Fon Apollyon and I indulged in a spot of remote viewing. I mentioned it to Leggy after…

*/drags… What a year, Clicky… /rolls eyes… it just keeps on giving… /streams smoke…*

*Now that I come to fink of it… /deep drag… Pesto’s reporting precipitated the fall of Northern Rock bank in 2007…*

*/plumes smoke… Pesto joined Twitter in March 2008, so ‘e wouldn’t ‘ave broke the story there. ‘E gets more push back now on the narratives ‘E’s peddlin’…*

*Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky! …/grimaces… Why’d you leave the ‘igh pitch bit in at the end? My ears are ringing…*

*/final drag… Seriously, rust on the Moon. Whatever next? …/stubs butt… Hey! Did you spot the ‘Trailblazer’ sync, Clicky?*

‘JPL is also building a new version of M3 for an orbiter called Lunar Trailblazer.’

*True man painter… /smirks… Trumania, Trump Mania. There’s a lot of that about…*

Although very different, both movies are really quite wonderful in their own way. Especially seen one after the other, if you have an interest in Sin-Crow-Mist-Eyes-Is-Sum. ‘The Girl With a Pearl Earring’ is understated but high in tension and simply gorgeous to look at…

*Yep, one of the first fings I saw this morning, Clicky… /lights up…*

… And ‘The Truman Show’ is all about experiencing synchronicity in an artificial world…

*/drags… It can sum times feel like that, Clicky, true…*

*What?! …/coughs out smoke… No, I don’t want to remote view ‘Sophie’s Choice’ next. I’ve seen it; it doesn’t end well…*

*Yes, we’ll keep looking. Sophie woz on a ‘iding to nuffin’ in that flick. Mind you, it woz ‘er own fault for promoting Nazi ideals… /puffs angrily… And choosing not to translate… /clears throat

*Stoned or stoning, one of those…

*Far Right and Far Left? So close in ideology that you couldn’t separate ’em with a fuckin’ cigarette paper…*

*It has been a good afternoon, evening and night, Clicky, it has…*

… Now, if you will excuse me, Dear Reader, I have to go and write a story. But thank you for spending your precious time here with us at the LoL, lolling, so to speak. We all lol down here 😉 Have a Song…

CLICK5: Gratuitous 137 Spot

Missive From ‘Merica: En Garde!

*Superb movie, Clicky… /lights up… went to see it twice… /drags… I had such crush on Mandy Patinkin after that… /plumes smoke… Well, on the character anyway…*

Hello there, Dear Reader 😀 I know, I know, it’s been over a month, but the wait is finally over – a fresh missive from Cade Fon Apollyon is newly arrived at the LoL…

*True… /flicks ash… Cade and I have been pondering wrestling recently… /puffs… But I’m trying to introduce his missive now, and you’re kinda distracting me, Clicky…*

*Oh bollocks! You’ve got me thinking about how Iocane power comes from Australia…*

 

*Antipodeans are so fuckin’ needy to be seen as whirled leaders, Clicky… /drags… regardless of the direction of travel…*

*/streams smokes… When it seems that for all these years smokers have been building a tolerance to Covid-19…*

*You can say that again, Clicky…*

… So, without further ado, Dear Reader, get stuck in… and enjoy! ❤

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Ab Ad

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Pay no heed to the above. Especially those first four letters and their ordering. Just doing some textual doodling whilst I was thinking about a concept. Amazing what one sometimes sees whilst trying to get their head wrapped around a something.

^Riot In Belgium – La Musique^

If someone is “on the fence”, I can only wonder how they got there.

Anyone have any ideas as to how individuals wind up on a fence?

Anyone have any ideas as to who says it’s a bad thing to be on a fence? Because I’d argue they’ve never encountered an angry stray dog or unleashed/unfenced dog.

They’ve certainly not encountered an entire pack of angry loose dogs.

Growling, slobbering, angry animals who want you off that fence so they can get a piece of you.

The only thing protecting you is that fence. Thank God that fence was there for you to jump on, eh?

Say, that reminds me, what are fences sometimes made of?

Trees sometimes work just as well as a fence.

Someone prolly gonna have issues with you being in that tree too tho’.

No telling who may own that tree, and the owner(s) may have issues with you being in that tree irrespective of your own personal reasons for being in it.

And maybe not just and only the same rabid fucks who initially chased you up there in the first place.

You sure have amassed a metric fuckton of people who want you out of that tree or off that fence. Holy hell, you were only trying to save your own bacon…what the FUCK?!?!?

^Fischerspooner – Emerge^

People who say “they aren’t interested in material things” cause me concern. I am a material thing. I even have a few material things that are my own. Can only wonder if your disinterest in material things may cause you to trash me and my things.

^D’ya Wanna Go Faster? – Terrorvision^

Well, what do we have here?!? A question from The Whatever However Hotline!

Q: Cade, is it true that the USA has plans to invade other countries?

Cade: Wow…what a generic, yet completely off-the-wall type of question to ask of someone who is completely unqualified to answer the question. But, yes, the United States of America does indeed have plans already made up and ready to go to either repel certain invasions, to support certain allies in certain ways in certain theatres, and also there are plans to invade just about any and every nook and cranny of the entire planet and beyond.

United States Color-Coded War Plans

I hate to tell you this, but whatever country you occupy likely has loads of similar plans. So do you. You make plans to invade financial markets. Grocery stores. Retail shops. Men. Women. Neighbors. Family members. Wasp nests. Dirty kitchens. Unkempt lawns or gardens. Roadways. The Internet. You have shitloads of your own plans to defend, invade and/or attack certain areas in order to keep what you have, or get what you want or need. Or maybe you just want to make a something look and behave like you think it should look and behave, so you organize a plan in order to get that done. Also, I don’t see what the big mystery is with countries and their governments having plans formulated and ready to react to a given situation.

That's what you pay them to do

^Whale – Hobo Humpin Slobo Babe^

Something that has troubled me for a long time regarding the concept of transmediums and/or mediumship is that once this connection is made, neither party exists. Both cease to exist. The medium or host is no longer themselves, and the interloper cannot be themselves within the domain of another as they are inaccurately represented. In order for this to work, I would think that any invading spirit would have to perfectly emulate the host prior to entry. But again this does not work because the spirit is no longer the unique being they were. They are now whomever they are attempting to latch onto.

All those thoughts aside, I would think that in order for mediumship of any kind to work, the medium themselves would have to be completely and totally neutral. In order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to pass the data, as is, irrespective of whether it makes any sense to you or not. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense to the recipient(s) either. Nor even the sender. The medium is a diode. A switch. Which makes me wonder as to the mechanics of more servomechanism types of action(s) when information is being transmitting from one plane to another. Which lands me right back at in order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to somehow exist in both planes, whilst simultaneously not existing in either. Physics is likely to say this is an impossibility.

Elements Can Be Solid And Liquid At The Same Time, Study Reveals

BLOOPS! I guess maybe matter can have two separate/different states at the same time. But then again, why couldn’t it? Light is both particle and wave at the same time. Depending upon present company of course.

^Røyksopp – What Else Is There [Trentemøller Remix] FULL LENGTH^

We hear a lot about “great minds” getting together and discussing ideas. I guess the implication is that when this happens, “the smart” get smarter. But what happens when dumbasses get together and discuss ideas? Do they get dumber? When average people get together to discuss ideas, do they get more average? Not only that, but when dumb people get together and get dumber, do the smart get smarter by default? Like, the smart fuckers don’t even have to get together in order to get smarter, nor do the average folk need to get together in order to become more average.

^Culture Code – Make Me Move (feat. Karra) [NCS Release]^

Awoke this morning with the concepts of affection and being affectionate on my mind, pondered it a bit, but reached no conclusions as to the nature of affection. In order to be affectionate, one must be in proximity to and/or have reasonable access to a second party, and that second party must be receptive to the affection.

What I also pondered was the concept of passionate affection, and/or, being affectionately passionate. One being a state of having a passion for affection, and one being a state of passion whilst displaying affection. I wondered about myself and my love for displaying affection. I’m not real great at being on the receiving end of affection(s), but I feel fairly confident in my abilities to dole affection out. Question is, is this desire to display affection a detriment? Moreover, could my yearning to dote upon someone be considered a fault? Again, another party must be present, and they must be receptive to any affections otherwise I’m subject to repudiation.

Anticipatory Repudiation

Things just took an unexpected turn

^Paul Jacobs – Soul Grabber part four – Motocross Madness^

Was thinking about the concept of “too much” with respect to affection in a relationship. If you and I are in a relationship, like a touchy-feely type relationship, and I try and rub your shoulders each day when you arrive home from work, there are likely days when you don’t want your shoulders rubbed. There may even come a point to where you appear to never want your shoulders rubbed, and I get the hint and stop even trying to offer.

Q: Will you notice the cessation of my advances?

A: ???

You didn’t want me rubbing your shoulders, I complied, all parties should be happy. Or at least until you get it in your mind that “hey, I wonder why he never asks me if I want a shoulder rub anymore?”. It’s prolly because I’ve abandoned you completely and am fucking your sister, two of your aunts, as well as several of your friends. I even rub their shoulders occasionally.

Unlike you, they like it

^Kate Davis – Keep An Open Heart | Sofar NYC^

There’s prolly all kinds of residuals which collect over time and throw us into loops.

Liesegang Rings (Geology)

I personally am not one to immediately dismiss loops as bad things. Those seemingly repetitive passes provide one a chance to evaluate these loops they’re in. Maybe provide the time for figuring out how to best escape the situation. Maybe even provide the time to dismantle the very architecture you created which landed you in these loops in the first place. Find ways around, find ways through, find ways out. Before you know it, you’re on your way to wherever you want to be, you’ve likely learned a thing or two, and you’re now free to repeat the whole damn process anew on greener pastures. Loads of free space out there just waiting for you to fill it with more baggage.

^Irene & The Disappointments – Iceblink Luck (Cocteau Twins cover)^

And hey, since we are on the topic of baggage…

Q: How do you treat your own baggage?

A: ?ó¿ó?

Yeah, like luggage: How do you treat your own luggage as you travel? Pretty well I bet. It is important to you afterall. Even if its the cheap stuff or some knock-off of “designer luggage” like Louis Baton or Ralph Lorenzo or Samsonote or Amercan Tourastafarian.

But how others treat our baggage? Wheeeeeee doggies!!! That’s a whole other topic now ain’t it? Those professional baggage handlers who handle baggage all day every day better treat your baggage with the respect it deserves, eh?

Just thinking that maybe a lot of this “personal baggage” stuff sometimes centers more around how we perceive how others perceive/treat our baggage rather than what we ourselves think about our own shiz. We try and see what they are seeing, rather than seeing things as we see them. Hey, treat your own shit well. That’s the best you can prolly ever hope for. Others are unlikely to give a fuck. I mean, what the hell are they doing rummaging through your baggage for anyway? Ain’t they got their own shit to deal with? What are they, psychological customs agents? Are they even digging through your shit, or is it a matter of your opinions about someone else’s opinions about you and your shit?

What a fucking mess

^Leningrad Cowboys – L.A. Woman^

Hate to be the one to tell you this…

…but I don’t think “exclusivity” exists in the more esoteric realms. Not to mention that you, in any more commercial endeavors, want people to consume whatever you are trowling out…right? You want them to hear you, understand you, believe you, convert their way(s) of thinking to be more in line with your own way(s) of thinking?

However, when others hear you and your thoughts, and they in turn voice their own opinions on your thoughts, you suddenly accuse them of totally missing your point(s)? Of not understanding your elevated and miraculous wisdom in the way and ways you want them to? You’re giving pearls to the pigs, but they just…don’t…get it?

Must be lonely in that pearly tower of your own wisdom that appears to be primarily based on someone else’s wisdom.

^S.A.I.N Part Two / It’s Alright (Goodfellow’s Remix)^

I’ve never read Jung…

…I almost never write about Jung. I purposefully avoid Jung as best I can, and may never get around to reading Jung. But I’ve experienced synchronicity my entire life whilst never knowing what in the fuck it was, nor did I ever encounter anyone else who experienced such things. Even got to where I didn’t talk about my experiences because everyone I spoke with about these weird coincidences branded me a goddamn loon. Told me I was nuts. Told me they were just coincidence(s) with no meaning whatsoever and it was all my imagination trying to add some additional meaning where there in fact was no meaning.

When I later stumbled upon Jung and his synchronicity jazz, it was quite the revelation for sure, but I was already miles down my own path, figuring out my own shit in my own ways. You really think it would be a wise thing for me to toss all of that in favor of someone else’s methods and meanings?

I think not

When I later found synchromysticism, I’ve figured I prolly made the right choice in avoiding Jung and sticking to what I know from my own experiences. Wander around and hear what others think about Jung, then ease myself into Jung’s actual works whenever I’m ready, and then form my own opinions. This may seem a bit backwards to some, but to me it’s the proper path. Meet Mr. Jung on my own terms so I can be more understanding about whatever it is he’s got to say. Afterall, this is gonna be a one-way conversation: he speaks, I listen, and there will be no conversation nor debate. Just a shitload of questions, all of which I’ll be required to find the answers on my own.

Maybe walking alone through the synchronistic storms of my own life wasn’t such a bad idea afterall.

^Liberty City – Thats what i got^

Not trying to knock on anyone, but it does occur to me that even Jung’s stuff is an amalgam of other various shit from those who came before him. Were that previous stuff not to exist and/or not exist in the ordering that it did, neither would Jung’s work exist nor would “Jungians” be a thing.

Everything that came before was mutations of the shit that proceeded it. Jung’s shit was a mutation of the bits and pieces he gleaned from the whole mess, and Jung’s shit can only mutate further from there. Branch. The old shit is still there, the purists are still free to do their thing, there’s just gonna be a lot of new shit heaped on top.

^The Ultimate Seduction (Klubbheads mix)^

You know what? Pretty much all that bullshit above has been sitting on my hard drive for right around a month or so. Was it really necessary that I inform you, the reader, of that information? No idea. I’ve not a clue when this will be published, nor do I know when you are reading this, nor do I know who the fuck you even are, nor why you’re reading my nonsense. Might be a something you’d be interested to know tho.

/shrug

I got lots more to write about, but ain’t gonna do it here and now.

I’m currently vexed by a thing or two.

I’m finding folds of skin that I didn’t even know existed.

I’ve suspected for a long time, sure, but never had any “proof”.

Would be quite something to find out how this is even possible.

Maybe even to find out some of what is behind it all.

And I really need to cut my fingernails prior to any involved typing.

I can type fair when they are short, I can type fair when they are long.

But when they are in that midrange stage?

Quite the challenge to type with middle-of-the-road length fingernails.

^DkA – Reborn^

cYacFa

^Lord Huron – Ends of the Earth (Official)^

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*Ha ha… The Jung Ones… /stubs butt… Seminal, Clicky, seminal viewing  for a teenager in the early 80s…*

Dear Reader, we hope you enjoyed Cade’s missive. As always, comments are open for any burning questions raised from the above, but in the meantime… Have a Song… 😉

A Post In Support of BLM*

*Of course, that’s a lie, Dear Reader…

Black Lungs Matter Bucko Tweet

*Bucko took the screen shot of that for me, Clicky… /lights up… ‘Cos CASH (Cunts Against Smoking Humanity) … /drags… have blocked me from seeing their tweets… /plumes smoke…*

Outside is the new inside for the hospitality sector.

*If the outside is the new inside, Clicky, then surely smoking can be accommodated via smoking areas inside hospitality establishments? …/coughs…*

*I know, a stupid question… /flicks ash… Wait, eliminating six million people? I’ve heard that before…*

*That’s it… /smokes… The ‘Master Race’ architects of the modern Tobacco Control movement… /squints… What do you mean ‘Who?’, Clicky…*

Today, Dear Reader, mask wearing became mandatory inside public places in the UK. Less than two months after the World Health Organisation changed its mind on the effectiveness of masks…

… That’s fast work. So exactly how big is a Coronavirus (Covid-19) virus?

… In fact, the Covid-19 Coronavirus is so tiny, it cannot be seen with the naked eye. Which begs the question: just how effective would an everyday mask be at stopping the tiny, murderous monster from infecting you or anyone else?

*Glad vaping has some fuckin’ use…*

*Satire so sharp, it cuts… /final drag…*

*Dunno, Clicky… /stubs butt… Fuck it, I’m off to re-watch Deadwood with Cade. That’ll lift my mood…*

Have a good we kenned, Dear Reader, and have a Song…

Welcome to the Schop Zone: Mind the Gap

Hello, Dear Reader. Happy Fourth of July to you 😀

*How doo, Clicky? ‘Appy Independence Day to you, too…*

Apols! I’ve been away from the LoL recently, musing over whether the Internet has gained sentience without us even realizing it. Not by means of Artificial Intelligence, but instead with Aeonic Intelligence…

… I’ll try to explain my thinking, Dear Reader, but you will have to employ your own Clicky Click assistant…

*You’re a mammal, not a fish, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

Now, let’s see… I guess this particular train of thinking started on the first day of my hols, the 8th June, although I was quite unaware of it at the time. However, if you will allow, we are in the year of 2020 Hindsight…

‘The Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ), also known as Free Capitol Hill,the Capitol Hill Occupied Protest, and the Capitol Hill Organized Protest (CHOP), was an occupation protest and self-declared autonomous zone in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, Washington, United States. The zone, originally covering six city blocks and a park, was established on June 8, 2020 by George Floyd protesters after the Seattle Police Department (SPD) left its East Precinct building, and was cleared of occupants by police on July 1, 2020.’

Arthur Schopenhauer Genius Quote*/flicks lighter… Nah, I ain’t a genius, Clicky… /lights up… Listen… /drags… I didn’t say fanks for ‘olding the fort for me ‘ere… /plumes smoke… I was in need of sum finking space…*

UR Welcome*Hey! You got that from Cade… /coughs… I admit, you are a genius recycler tho’, Clicky… /flicks ash… You could be sum sorta professor…*

 

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 1

*That’s a 9/11 Tweet pairing if ever I saw it, Clicky… /deep drag…*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 2

*By changing ‘white’ to ‘allow’ and ‘black’ to ‘deny’, and then boasting about it… /stream smoke… Ain’t Twitter just cementing the racist meanings they’re trying to eliminate? … /shrugs… I mean, they’ve fucked themselves, straight off the bat…*

*Quite!*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo

*Yeah, I see it… /squints… Kelsey Grammer as Frasier of Seattle… /final drag… and father Martin…*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 6

*Lashy did say Mneymosyne is an aspect of Gaea Sophia, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

So what, you may very well be asking yourself, Dear Reader, if you’ve been keeping up so far (well done, btw), triggered the silly bint, RooBeeDoo2, to write this post? How did she get to pondering the notion that The Internet might be sentient, with humanity as the gestation conduit for the emergence of Aeonic Intelligence, caught and subsumed by a web bed?

I’ll tell you – it was one of the gifs Cade left in the scrolling room on Twitter that he, Leggy, Poppy Sweat Pea and myself go to, to hang out, share interesting things between us and chew the fat. Like online friends doo…

Thelete and Sophia create Aeonic Intelligence via Human Gestation

Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉

 

Birthday Selfie With Click…

standing wave

*Oh hey, Clicky… /waves back… We ain’t gotta social distance, you daft dolphin, come ‘ere. Wot’s that you’ve got?*

*Jelly and eye screen? …/lights up… For my birthday? …/drags… Oh, fanks, Clicky…*

bumpy start

*No, I’m not feeling particularly blue… /plumes smoke… Though a lot people are… /shakes fist in rage… Damn you, Moros!*

CigaretteUse2019_50 state graphics_California

*California seems to be on a downward trend… /taps ash… Shame, considering the coronavirus avoids smokers like the… /drags… well, like the plague…*

abhorrent toad

*Ugh! …/streams smoke…*

abhorrent toad

 

*Agreed. Smokers ‘ave been made to social distance for fucking years, Clicky… /sighs…*

times arrow

*Oh, we’re definitely entering the.. /coughs… Fat End of the operation, Clicky…*

*She didn’t mention the fat shaming and the green energy peddle-power, Clicky… /sniffs…*

 

*Oh, the Surveillance State is already ‘ere…*

Romping Arse

*You got that right…*

Barking Frog Tweet

*No, what’s hidden behind the curtain, Clicky? …/final drag…*

*Smokers in the Blue universe already knows the benefits… /stubs butt… We’re at the sharp end, Clicky…*

pyramid

*I guess a mountain does look like a pyramid, and a pyramid looks like a wedge…*

*Mmm… have we got any jelly and ice cream, Clicky?*

I dunno

*Nevermind… /lights up…*

 

Doctors & Angels – Who Knew?

‘An apprentice butcher who is taught all aspects of the noble art has as much skill as a surgeon.’

*No, you’re an inter-dimensional, alien dolphin assistant, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Now assist me by getting a Song to start this shambles with. If you please…*

*Ooh, good choice. Thanks…*

Hello, Dear Reader, and welcome to Day 34 of lockdown at the LoL. Actually that’s not true – we’ve been open the whole time to visitors. This is a smoking area (see signage displayed to your left), and if there’s one thing to emerge from this time of pandemic, it’s that the Coronavirus appears to find smokers somewhat inhospitable…

*Take a looky… /lights up… Masked… /drags smoke into lungs… Full PPE..*

On Thursday evening, presumably after the ritual applause for the national religion…

*I know, the double standards on display are quite ridiculous…*

… there was a rare injection of humour on the telly…

*Catherine Tate is fab, Clicky… /grins… “Doin’ my Tik Toks”…*

… that got me thinking of another screen to screen conversation…

*Ha! …/flicks ash… Nightingale does shorthand… /blows smoke… Shorthanded…*

*Ooh, that is an icy blast…*

*/final drag… Don’t blink indeed, Clicky… /stubs butt… If you’re feeling Kubricky, Clicky, then ‘bleach’ is a ‘Shining’ word… /plumes smoke… Where are we with this shambles?*

*It was so sad how Donna Noble and the Doctor parted company…*

*Of course, their relationship was strictly platonic, Clicky…*

*Animated statues…*

*Little angels…*

*You know that they are still trying to exterminate smoking, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… You couldn’t make it up…*

Time to end this shambles, Dear Reader. Have a smoke and a Song…

 

 

CLICK5: Be Read and Jam

 

30-Day Song Challenge: Forget!

Day 4 dawns on the LoL’s 30 Day Song Challenge and I freely admit, Dear Reader, that I am struggling with this one…

*Oh well done, Clicky! …/lights up… Seriously… /drags… I can only fink… /streams smoke… of one person I’d rather forget…*

Cade and Roob lament Day 4

*/flicks ash… You’re so right, Clicky… /smokes… Let’s do it…*

^Demi Lovato – Really Don’t Care (Official Video) ft. Cher Lloyd^

… So with some help of a song suggestion from Poppy Sweet Pea, above, and her beau, Leggy, below, I’m gonna let Cade take up the slack on this particular challenge, before revealing my one and only song choice at the end. Enjoy!

😀

^In The End (Official Video) – Linkin Park^

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Day 4: A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget

Cade’s pet peeve song picks…

Ewwww…seriously? I am being completely honest in saying that I am not reading ahead in the “30 Day Challenge”, and was completely unaware of what Day 4 had in store until Roob mentioned it in the Day 3 post.

Songs that remind us of people we’d rather forget

rofl…um, how to explain this without sounding like a self-centered and condescending prick. Let’s see here…my life is, interesting. Stormy. A completely normal life surrounded by the surreal and serendipitous bordering on the completely unbelievable by incredulous onlookers. A travesty. As a result, “abnormal” and “aberrant” are the norm, so its difficult for me to associate a single something with a single someone. I can associate songs with a particular time, and there may be a particular someone within that time that I can loosely associate with a song, but I usually cannot attribute a song to that person and that person alone. Perhaps its my love of music + my knowledge that associating a particular song with a particular someone is extremely dangerous. Good songs that mean a lot to us don’t come along that often, and for me, to associate a single song with a single someone or even a single something is a sure-fire way to ensure that you are going to hate that song at some point…all because of a someone that has little to nothing to do with that song.

All that said, I’m now thinking of a certain someone, and a certain song that served to break some of the tension as I drove her to the bus station.

^Pixies “Dig for Fire”^

Dig For Fire by the Pixies doesn’t make me think about that someone. Or at least, not just and only that certain someone. Does it bring back memories of that unfortunate situation and the events that led up to it? Sure. But wow, what a song. What an exclamation point on a situation. Someone had needs, I could not provide for those needs on the timeline in which they needed them, they decided to move on. Keep digging. Keep searching for the fire they need. This is just me, but its almost as if there was a certain providence to all of the goings on at the time, and those players who were represented as events transpired. Yeah, I’m talking 3rd parties of all kinds, even those that may reside in the more ethereal types of realms.

Was I hurt? You bet. Was I angry? Indeed I was. Do I still feel that pain even today? Yep. Am I still confused even after all these years? Absolutely. But no need to transfer that weight onto The Pixies, nor their album Bossanova, nor their song Dig For Fire. Plus, had all that not happened, you would not be here today reading what I am here today writing. There are reasons for everything. I don’t pretend to know what those are, but yeah, prolly some reasons that things happen in the way and ways that they do. Digress.

I guess some people feel that if you “don’t have a song”, there’s something missing in a relationship. A certain song that has a certain meaning to only you and your partner. Welp, I’m a musician. If I want a song that means something to me and you, and only me and you, I’ll write it myself. Needless to say, this next one kinda got grabbed by a certain someone, they attached some meaning to it, but I always felt that it meant more to them than it did to me. Sounds cold, I know. But again, I have an avenue to express my fire for someone. I don’t need someone else to do it for me. Regardless of all that, someone that I used to know latched onto this song, and I never had the courage to tell them that of all of the music Cocteau Twins have ever produced, this is probably one of my least favorite songs…only because of the additional meaning attached to it via a relationship.

😦

^Cocteau Twins – I wear your ring^

Sucks, because that is a fucking fantastic song. The ending sounds like how God got the idea to hang the morning sun in the sky after an eternal night of darkness.

Beautiful hands us no way lies a means of love
On sounds and guard the stone, and bed had a law
Answers written and I reason
In the reign of sex, blown more than it’s pleased to be
He’s a beauty affection, oooh

Men are so nice
He pleases me fine
He pleases me fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

The music, the lyrics, the arrangement, the performance(s)…fucking genius. How in the hell can I hijack a song like that and attach my own personal meaning(s) to it as if it were somehow mine?

It’s as if I was supposed to melt every time the song came on. Difficult for me to melt even more when you are already a melted and gooey puddle that is completely and totally lovestruck. How do you top, what cannot be topped? I’m already head over heels, so where in the fuck am I supposed to go? Backwards? Back to where this song first became the anthem of my eternal an undying love? Sorry, can’t do it. You were already the sole object of my affection long before you knew that song even existed.

It means something special to you? Great. Seriously, I think that is wonderful. Just don’t expect it to mean the same thing for me that it means for you.

^Love And Rockets – No Big Deal^

Its sometimes tough to know how to feel about certain things. You’re likely going to encounter things you personally have never experienced yourself, and you may even encounter and experience shit you’ve never even heard of. That said, if relationships can come together, makes sense that they can also come apart. Some things come apart so goddamn fast, that you begin to wonder if the other party was ever actually working to make things work. But such is life sometimes. Some things require the hammer. The harsh stress test(s) to see if this certain something is going to stand the test of time according to your own liking. One drawback of the hammer test tho, is that nothing lasts for long, and certainly not under the hammer. All breaks, all fails, everything crumbles. Just does so a helluva lot faster than it would have otherwise.

So what is it you ultimately seek to achieve. What is this something you wish to obtain, and why is it you choose the hammer to obtain it. While its true that wielding the hammer can teach you a great deal about whatever it is that you are placing on the anvil, at some point you’ll likely need to reflect on what all of this is doing to you. What it is doing to others is obvious, but what it is doing to you? Not so much. In the right hands, a hammer can produce some amazing things. You’re likely to go through a shitload of material during the learning process tho. Might wanna make sure you’ve adequate supplies left available to create your masterpiece once you’ve mastered your craft.

^deadmau5 – Snowcone^

Five songs seems excessive, and much of what I’ve written thusfar may be interpreted by some as being bitter. You may even surmise that I am repressing. Avoiding the subject. Nope. I’m fortunate to have my own outlets. My own pathways for expressing myself and my feelings on a particular subject. Music, song lyrics, poetry, writing, I feel blessed that I have these avenues. Helps me to get on. Helps me to keep going. Experience enough sunrises, and you’ll know that the sun is sure to set. Experience enough sunsets, and you’ll know that the sun is sure to rise.

Doc Holliday: What do you want?
Wyatt Earp: Just to live a normal life.
Doc Holliday: There is no normal life Wyatt…there’s just life. Get on with it.

Movie = Tombstone

Normal normalcy is temporary, and all that is normal, is also fleeting.
Not to mention, I don’t like forgetting.
Forgetting makes me forget.
Makes me prone to repeating previous mistakes.
Makes me forget who I was.
That may even lead to my never being who I can be and/or never being who I could have been.
You’ll get my all for as long as you want it.
It’s all I have.

Forgetting? Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.

Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…

Get the fuck over it, and get on with it.
Not like I have a lot of choice.

😉

^Kill The Dead, Feed The Poor^

Roob’s first song pick and final word…

There is only one person I’d rather forget: I really don’t care for Tony Blair and this is the song that reminds me of him…

*In your D:Reams, Gordon! …/stubs butt… You utter Charlie…*

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Tomorrow we’ll be tackling songs that need to be played loud, Dear Reader, and you won’t want to miss that. To get you in the mood, have a Song…

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: Politics and the Pitts

For this past week, Dear Reader, my good buddy, Cade, and I have indulged ourselves in a spot of remote viewing. Three Brad Pitt movies on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and a thoroughly entertaining dose of ‘Dredd’ on Thursday…

Dredd smoking.gif

*Don’t mind if I do, Clicky… /slides fag from pack… I was feeling dread right up to the Exit Poll, I can tell you… /flicks lighter…*

… There was also the General Election on Thursday, and we remote viewed the results, as they came in through the night, via Yoot Oob…

‘In last week’s Mail on Sunday, after a month and a half travelling from Bolsover to Canterbury, St Ives to Chingford, Wrexham to County Durham, I predicted that Labour’s vaunted Red Wall was on the brink of collapse. I was wrong.

‘It didn’t collapse. It was smashed into a billion pieces. Atomised by the arrogance, ideological blindness, self-righteousness and viciousness of Jeremy Corbyn and his cultish followers.

‘When first elected in 2015, they inherited a battered but proud and functioning party. By the time The Absolute Boy made his graceless resignation speech in the early hours of Friday morning, all that was left was the political equivalent of the Manson clan.’

*Did you know that Dan Hodges… /lights up… can only see out of one eye? …/drags… Son of a double Oscar winning star… /plumes smokes… Great flick, Click. Surprised the fuck out of me…*

*Ha! I loved the credits on that too… /smokes… There’s been no Red Apols! from Labour either, Clicky, for their wankish policies or spiteful attitude toward voters for rejecting them…*

*You’d think! Government needs a strong and credible opposition to keep them straight, Clicky… /flicks ash… A thorn in their side, but this rump Labour lot…*

*/shakes head… I’m not optimistic…*

On Monday evening, we remote viewed Brad Pitt in ‘Seven Years in Tibet’. It was much better than I thought it would be…

*You know what they say about people in glasshouses, Clicky? …/thinks… There was also a full moon on Thursday… /drags… An’ then there’s de bussy… /blows smoke rings…*

… And on Tuesday evening, we partook of Brad Pitt’s new space flick, ‘Ad Astra’. That was more of a curate’s egg of a movie…

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*/final drag… Corbyn’s willful blindness. Check… /cough… Dan Hodges is a one eyed son…*

*Yeah, there was a definite touché of class about the election result, Clicky… /stubs butt… *

…I can, however, highly recommend ‘Once Upon a Time in Hollywood’ to you, Dear Reader. Cade and I remote viewed that on Wednesday evening and it is possibly the most loving crafted ‘Fuck You!’ movie from Quentin Tarantino yet. Seriously good…

*Nice try, Clicky, but that wasn’t in the movie soundtrack. Go get one that is for us to end this shambles on… /pats snout… Off you pop…*

And that, Dear Reader, was the remote viewing week that was for Cade Fon Apollyon and myself. It was a lot of fun and the Labour party got an immense kick in the butt. Perfecto! 😀

Have a Song… ❤