*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Red Frank scent that photo to me last night …/flicks lighter… No, Clicky, I’m not having sex with you, so take your fin off my arse, please …/lights up… Hey! Knot to change the subject of anyfin, butt I see ‘pong’ in the foto… /drags… ‘You had me at impeccable spelling and correct use of grammar’. Huh…*
REPRODUCTION
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, the second R stands for Reproduction…
*puffs… Blue Frank has another great post up today, Clicky. He’s on a roll… /flicks ash…
K…so…erm…let’s think about “Reproduction” a bit in a different direction.
EX: You are a kid, first day at school, some complete stranger hands you something called a pencil and paper, and then further demands that you start to try and reproduce these foreign and mysterious shapes called…letters.
So let’s take that same kid from their first day of school to their first post-graduate degree. Now that you know everything, and “society” has confirmed this by handing you your walking papers…
Q: What is your current attitude towards learning?
”DUDE!!! What in the flying FUCK does all this bullshit has to do with some kid learning to reproduce existing things?!?!?!?”
The answer is, I dunno.
Seems to me that if this kid hits the skids after graduating college, and they are good at reproducing stuff, they might just wind up reproducing famous artworks to make a buck. I mean yeah, there are rules as to what can and cannot be reproduced, and we must abide by those rules. But we all gotta eat…yeah?
^Yelle – Je Veux Te Voir^
Everything we know, we know it via our own knowledge being a replica of something someone has taught us…
right?
Something we’ve experienced? I mean, you aren’t the first fuck to see a tree… or a cloud…or raindrops. But your experiences are yours. You do occupy your own space, and the things you experience are yours, all yours. Even that concert you attended and spent the whole fucking time videoing with your phone…that experience was yours all yours…till you upload it to YouTube or whatever.
Wait...where was I going with this?
Oh yeah…replication and mimicry.
^Blind Melon – No Rain^
Not to change the subject or anything, but I had an interesting thought a coupla weeks ago with respect to subduction/uplift as it pertains to volcanoes and/or hot spots, and I call it…
“Planetary Crust Roll”.
Our planet does wobble quite a bit, and it likely wobbles on some axes that we are not really thinking about much. But our tinkering with Neutrinos, Neutrons and other sub-atomic particles should probably get us to thinking in some of these directions.
Digress.
Anyway, what I started seeing is where there are vector changes in a particular plate that causes the dynamics of plates near a volcano and/or hot spot to change in such a way as to cause the volcano to become either active or inactive. Prolly also helps explain why certain “magma dynamics” are as they are with respect to the magnetosphere and why “hot spots” tend to stay where they are. Have I lost you completely?
Good. I'm lost too.
This is my first attempt at trying to explain this, so I can better figure out how to explain what I am seeing. I am after all trying to keep quite a bit of shit in mind while explaining this bullshit. Life…for example.
^Alberto Lodoletti plays the Flight of the Bumble-Bee by Rimsky-Korsakov piano version by Rachmaninov^
I’m supposed to be writing something else right now…but I’m not.
We hope you’ve enjoyed reading this reproduction of a twitter convo between two friends across The Pond. On a Reproduction post to boot. Excretion is up next, Dear Reader, so until then… Have a Song 😀
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… And it’s when’s day today. Sync! …/flicks lighter… You know, Marshall McLuhan said advertising was the greatest art form of the 20th century? …/lights up… An’ that the medium is the message… /drags… Fucking genius!*
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, the S stands for Sensitivity…
… and that means all living things on this planet have the ability to detect changes in the surrounding environment and to react to it…
*Cade-style it is then, Clicky… /thinks… Actually, when you fink about it, an orange ‘nightmare’ has triggered the sensitivities of the free world in recent times… /smokes… Yuge!*
Q. Roob, why did you assign the colour ‘orange’ to ‘Sensitivity’?
The reason that I wanted to go there, is because whatever it was that I thought of last night was one of those more “off the wall” types of concepts. A state of mind/being that we appear to not think about much.
Nope…nothing on that list rings a bell either. What in the FUCK was it that I thought about last night while standing there taking a piss? Oh…had I not mentioned that I was taking a piss whenever I thought of whatever it was that I thought of?
So yeah…what choo think? Think you can help me remember whatever it is that I forgot?
^Underworld – Scribble^
I love the color orange. But you wouldn’t know that…would you? I mean, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, and I prolly just prejuiced you by using that pic above…
Prejuiced?
I meant PREJUDICED…not prejuiced.
Anyway…yeah…orange…one of my fave colors. Green, Orange, Purple if I had to pick faves, but not with respect to cars. White or Yellow would be my first choice. Black with respect to most clothes, or plain pastels. Something really loud in blue, yellow or red in clothes is OK too.
I can't remember what I was gonna say here.
OH! Did you know, that on Imgur where I found that image? The image was named:
“ORANGE STEALING WHORES“.
I wonder what that is all about? Seems not very nice to assume someone sexual proclivities based on a gender. What goes good with orange juice?
^Mango – Friday Coffee (Paul Keeley Remix)^
I’ve heard it said by some that “orange is the new black”…but I’ve no idea what that means. So let’s think about this kid above. She’s likely seeing something in her head as to what SHOULD be transpiring, and what she needs to do in order to facilitate the successful operation of this activity, but what is actually happening is something quite different.
Must be new to her or something.
Am I saying shit that “goes without saying” here? Of course some little kid isn’t going to be a world champion hula-hooper on what is likely her first try. So, let’s say that’s so.
Q: Are you willing to spend the time teaching her and helping her to become a world champion hula-hooper?
A: ???
Gonna take a lot of time, she’s eventually gonna grow up, and will likely have a bunch of creeps oogling her as she performs/demonstrates her talent. Better crush her dreams right now. Better sooner than later…eh?
So yeah, maybe orange IS the new black. I wonder what color “patience” might be? Whatever color that is, I wonder what color it is when absent? Clear? If so, and the same could be said of other colors, that sure would muddy the concept of clarity.
^Roald Velden – Time Flies By (Original Mix)^
When the sun sets, maybe it’s that orange seems to blend well with the black, and is one of the last distinguishable colors that we see. Black and orange do indeed mesh well, and maybe that’s one of the magical blendings that allows us to see the darkness in the way(s) that we do.
I’ve run long tho, and really don’t want to get to rambling about light/dark right now. Not trying to be insensitive, but I’ve got needs too. So does Roob.
^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^
*******
*Oh… /flicks ash… I believe a pack of the higher strength cigs in the aqua coloured box is winging its way to me right now… /final drag… I do hope it’s not confiscated for not displaying the mandatory medical porn, Clicky…*
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Been finking about the Oeuf’s ‘green lungs’… /flicks lighter… Haha! Maebh ‘waves’… /lights up… An’ the Nelson column …/drags… Eye Captain…*
RESPIRATION
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, the first R stands for Respiration…
Yep…it’s me again. Too early in the morning for a new iteration of SoPi? Welp, that’s too fucking bad. Meet…SoPi-I.
Recognize that? Got the remotest of clues what that is? Let’s change the perspective a bit and see if that helps.
I can almost see the question marks over your head. What in the FUCK is he getting at? Welp, let’s continue on and see if we can see…whatever it is that we see in our sea of the seen.
I must admit that I’m not that great with MSPaint. Lemme change the vectors and attitude of my cursor a bit, draw a new shape elsewhere, and maybe that’ll help me get that oblong dot where it needs to be. We can then go back and correct if we need to.
Definitely more centered than the bottom one, but it touches. And if that was/is supposed to be a question mark, the dot has to be centered, and it cannot touch. That said, maybe it’s not a question mark, and never was. Let’s keep going and find out.
Ah HA!!! Maybe that’ll help a bit. Maybe not. Looks like a really bad diagram drawn by a first-timer using Visio. And what does a really badly constructed Visio diagram have to do with respiration? I dunno. Pull up a chair and let’s talk about it.
Almost looks like they are doing squats. Wait…did I just give SoPi-I away? Welp, seeing as how you are sitting there looking stupid, let’s put you to work.
That doesn’t look very conducive to breathing. I mean, look at how many angles the bloodstream must now accommodate in order to reach the extremities. Science tells us that the blood has to “fight gravity” in order to facilitate the blood’s navigation through the body…right? Look at what in the fuck the heart has to contend with now.
Not to mention the lungs.
Plus all of the other factors. Layers of clothes and shoes and perhaps jewellery and make-up, the chair and desk and other oft overlooked ergonomic factors, pinching and binding of all kinds, pressure points that normally wouldn’t experience pressure in this and these ways…all kinds of shit.
^Paul McCartney demonstrates the Mellotron^
So you are likely wondering if my SoPi-I is really some fuck sitting in/on a chair. I’m sure there are other applications that you can associate with SoPi-I and it’s shape.
That’s why SoPi has iterations in the first place…to grow. Where a certain something is NOT applicable is equally important as where it is applicable. Much like Newton’s much ignored…
We can pretty easily get our heads wrapped around certain things in laws one and three, but this SoPi-I is likely a good opportunity to understand how forces acting on each other are sometime proportionate/disproportionate, and who says so. Like that indention that likely circumnavigates your waist when you take your various pieces of underwear off at night. Or is that just a necessary evil of having to wear underwear.
Q: Since when is evil necessary?
A: ?¿?
/me shrugs
^Greenskeepers – Money^
Not trying to steal any of Roob’s thunder here, but she did ask me to participate, so I’m doing my best. Anyway, me and her were talking on Twitter the other day, and the subject of bloodletting came up. I proposed that there is some logic in the concept, and it got me to thinking about a few things.
If you have a certain virus or bacteria or cell within your body, I would imagine that there is quite a bit of spin that is required in order for certain things to “spin-up” in order to divide or do whatever it is they do. These cells or whatever are likely going to require quite a few vectors in order to get their bearings.
Constants.
If the blood pressure within the body suddenly drops, it is likely to have an effect on any cells that are spinning up to divide, and a sudden change could potentially even be a precursor to mutation…couldn’t it? Not to mention that there are a lot more fluids in the body than just blood, and blood pressure is likely to have an effect on other fluids and their pressures.
^Depeche Mode – Sacred (Kernfusion)^
I got a parting query…
Q: Would a cell or some other something within the body know whether or not it should divide because of a change of pressure within the body?
A: ¿??
We got us a cell that is all spun up and ready to divide, but suddenly, there are signs of change. If this trend continues, are there certain communications pathways/modes within the body that are indicative to a cell that it’s OK to divide? OK to keep going? OK to abandon all hope and/or cease all operations?
Q: Would a cell divide if it knew that the body was dying?
A: ??¿
What about simple indicators that a body’s systems are shutting down or in a state of flux/change? Prolly not that much of a stretch if you think about it. I mean, most people say that they’d get drunk and fuck like mad if they knew the world was ending. Prolly gonna be some regret(s) there if the world doesn’t actually end, but whatever. But yeah, we’re talking about cells here…not people.
“You remember the stories John use to tell us about the the three chinamen playing Fantan? This guy runs up to them and says, “Hey, the world’s coming to an end!” and the first one says, “Well, I best go to the mission and pray,” and the second one says, “Well, hell, I’m gonna go and buy me a case of Mezcal and six whores,” and the third one says “Well, I shall finish the game.” I shall finish the game, Doc.”
Movie = Young Guns 2
^Elvis Presley – Green Green Grass Of Home (best video)^
So yeah…woke up this morning to a “DING!” on my phone, drug my lazy ass out of bed, noticed I had got an email from Roob, read it, sat down, set to writing. I hope that’s OK with you. If not, you’re free to go fuck yourself.
*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… That fuckin’ chorus ‘as bin swirlin’ round me ‘ed for daze… /flicks lighter… Didn’t know Ali G woz in the vid, tho… /lights up… “U wanna see the real Big Ben?” …/drags… “Ayyye!”…*
MOVEMENT
In the whirled of MRSREGN, Dear Reader, M stands for Movement…
*That’s an idea, Clicky… /puffs… we can try Cade style…*
See that color of green? Aqua? Aquamarine? Bluegreen-ish? Welp, it’s copyrighted.
Yep...for realz...copyrighted.
You cannot use that exact shade of green, otherwise, you’ll likely get sued. How do I know this? Word of mouth. Ya see, I know someone who used to design and manufacture the outfits for The Miami Dolphins’ Cheerleaders. Thanks to corporate and legal entanglements, he ran into issues with getting the material he needed to make the outfits. Yeah…he works for them, but due to the nature of a business and its subsidiaries, even he had difficulty getting what he needed in order to do the job he was hired to do.
What am I thinking here? Welp, if you can copyright a certain color, does that not give your authority over anything and everything that has that same color? Like say…water? Can The Miami Dolphins stick a flag in the water and proclaim…
“THIS IS OURS!!! SO SAYS THE LAW!!! THE RULE OF LAW… RULES!!!”
I doubt very seriously that any such loophole, legal or otherwise, actually exists. However, you are free to do what you want…give it a shot. Just know, that if it makes money? Someone is gonna want a piece. Afterall, you are operating within the very system that defines and provides legal tender, which makes you subject to its law(s) and authority/authorities. I think people sometimes forget that/those fact(s).
1942, shortening of stroboscope. As a shortened form of strobe light, from 1949. As an adjective from 1942.
Strobescope (n.)
“instrument for studying motion by periodic light,” 1896, from -scope + Greek strobos“a twisting, act of whirling,” from PIE root *streb(h)-“to wind, turn.” Earlier as the name of a similar device used as a “scientific toy” [OED]. Related: Stroboscopic (1846).
Respiration is up next, Dear Reader, so in the meantime, give your ‘clicky’ finger a work out and… Have a Song 😉
…ever since mentioning the series at the tail end of the last LoL post, a Missive From ‘Merica penned by my very good friend, the Okie Devil of Text US…
‘Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRSREGN – pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along.’
*Purely a short cut, Clicky… /squints… Now stop interrupting…*
After much fretting and pondering, inspiration finally arrived in a form of a cigarette, accompanied by a right foot caked in earth…
I was shocked; Cade doesn’t smoke. He’s asthmatic and besides, he prefers to chew tobacco than smoke it, Dear Reader. If current day smokers are treated badly – and we are – then spare a thought for the chewers – they were ousted from polite society a hundred years ago…
Howdy. Yep…it’s me…Loudmouth McTalksalot (Cade). Sorry to buttinski here, but I’m gonna.
I just recently asked RooBeeDoo a question about “Gang Stalking“, and asked this question within the context of a certain video that I forwarded to her for her opinion(s).
My Q: What branch of MRSREGN would “gang stalking” fall under?
Her A: Growth.
Purple = Growth.
This was, and is, interesting to me. Her whole MRSREGN business interests me because of it’s relationship to the chakras, but more than that, it interests me because of how Roob found these things. She’s told me that she never connected the two until I said something about it, and I believe her. I mean, were it not for books, television, radio, the Internet, and their related structures, one could potentially stumble upon and create a virtually identical system without prior knowledge of the existing system even being there.
I personally see this as a type of providence…very substantive and very direct. A very specific and likely very personal reason for revisiting an existing something in a new way with and via a new set of eyes and/or experiences. So yeah…a smart one that RooBeeDoo is. Saw something that needed doing, and did it. To think that a certain something that was devised “here” is equally applicable to somewhere else where this system does not exist/has not existed? Doesn’t make sense to me…but that’s just me.
I’m not particularly fond of a system that ignores the individual, or a system that is willing to ignore the individual, all for the sake of that system.
/shrug
^Kundalini & the Power of Awakening: A Spontaneous Kundalini Experience^
Okay, long story short, Dear Reader, MRSREGN – Movement, Respiration, Sensitivity, Reproduction, Excretion, Growth, Nutrition – are 7 processes to determine life on this planet, as ascribed by ‘Science‘. I simply ascribed a colour from the REGN-bow-wow to each of the processes. To help me navigate ‘Sophia’s Correction’…
Joe Fox: Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice. She was too proud. Kathleen Kelly: I thought you hated Pride and Prejudice. Joe Fox: Or was she too prejudiced and Mr. Darcy is too proud? I can’t remember. Joe Fox: It wasn’t personal. Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I’m so sick of that! All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s personal to a lot of people. What is so wrong with being personal anyway? Joe Fox: Nothing. Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal. Kathleen Kelly: My head is starting to get fuzzy. Why did you stop by again? I forget. Joe Fox: I wanted to be your friend. I knew it wasn’t possible. Sometimes a guy just wants the impossible.
Smoking, Dear Reader, is personal to me… It’s a lens…
*/final drag… I think that’s enough for now, Clicky… /stubs butt… You go get a Song and I’ll tie this shambles off…*
So, a synchromystical shambles on MOVEMENT will be up first, Dear Reader. As I’m on holiday, I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waitress and… Have a Song… 😉
The LoL is proud to present a new missive from Cade the Okie Devil of Text US for your delectation, Dear Reader, on what has been a very drab, wet Tuesday in June…
*Yeah right, Clicky, this is the UK, after all… /rolls eyes…*
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Hello there.
Mind if I ask you a few more questions after this question has been answered?
(tee hee)
Have you washed your hands lately? All clean? Any other areas of your body that have been slathered with soap(s) and water lately the quickly dried via any number of means and methods? Or are your hands pretty much the only thing that get bombed with a constant onslaught of waters(s), soap(s), and maybe even lotion(s).
I wonder what all that expansion/contraction does to the skin of the hands over the course of a day. Of course, for some of us, the skin of the hands is attached to the skin of the arms. Prolly some tugging and pulling that goes on there. Over time, that shit might start to add up. I mean, how many times do you pee during the course of a day? We all piss all over our hands when we pee, so we gotta wash our hands after ever single piss. Also, you likely are so diseased and infected with scum, that you’ve got to scrub your hands as if you were about to go into surgery.
Might be some tissue loss there, and there are almost certainly tissue changes going on. And since soap(s) are made from fats and oils, some of that might just seep into some of those cracks and/or get absorbed in the frictive fluid exchange transpiring as you wash/dry.
Nah...that's impossible.
Prolly no proof whatsoever that any such thing could even be possible. The only tissue changes going on are when janitors refill the toilet paper and towels. Prolly no need to mention that you wipe your varied areas with wood fiber(s).
Yes. I am available to help with those hard to reach areas. Have towel. Will travel.
Wait…you just peed. SURELY your body isn’t already getting receptive to more fluid intake/exchange just because you peed. The walk from the pisser to the sink? The stand and wash time at the sink? How many times do you think your heart beats during that period of time? Not that we absorb any moisture nor anything else through our skin or anything, but I’m wondering how much calculation your body is able to do between the time the pressure starts to relive on the bladder, and the time that you begin to wash your hands. Prolly a lot of computation that goes on. That said…
Q: What about opportunism?
A: WHAT?!?!?!??????????
Opportunism within the body: if certain tissue(s) within your hands are dry as fuck and starving for a drink, is it possible that certain tissues/cells contained within the epidermis can be programmed to grab the first available source of moisture, liquid/fluid?
There are many things that happen within the body that suggest that there is a sequencing and/or prioritization with respect to who gets what when, and how it gets it. There is also much to suggest that there are overrides, shutdowns and even “turbo-mode(s)” that sometimes happen which are triggered by any number of things. So is it possible that via soaps and cleansers and detoxing agents and lotions and creams, that certain cells, at certain times, might actually contain more than one set of of instructions?
You take what we give you, when you get it, how you get it.
We will notify you with a precursor when what you need is en-route.
If what your need is suddenly present, and no prior notification has been received, take it.
You are part of a community, but YOU are part of that community.
In all situations, be your own best judge.
No…fucking…way…in…HELL that a cell could POSSIBLY contain that many, nor even those TYPES of instructions.
IT'S JUST TISSUE!!!
Oh yeah? Say thatwhen the toilet paper roll is empty.
^Josh Butler & Bontan – Call You Back^
Yeah, this one has started off a little differently. Just got to thinking about the hands with respect to wetness and motion and additives and shit like that. But that leads me straight to two places…
the feet, and the womb.
Your feet likely sweat quite a bit during the course of a day, so I ponder the tug of war that results over time between the hands and feet. The torso and head are going to be players, and yes, I am thinking “wrinkles” more than anything, but mostly wrinkles as an unintended consequence of some of our daily routines.
EX: You ladies are likely to shave your legs and pits, and some of you may also be in the habit of shaving other areas to keep that lovely, lushy forest from creeping outside your panties or bathing suit.
(rawr)
Um…
Anyway…
Uhhhhhh…
Where was I going with this?
(sure as shit know where I ain't going, so let's move on)
So yeah, you are likely to lose some skin/tissue when you drag that razor over your skin, and you likely change direction(s) a time or ten. That is likely to add some more fractal types of geometric dynamics to this tug of war that is going on between your hands and feet, and it does so in some weird places.
Yeah...under the arms.
Several years ago, a motherfucking HORRIBLE thought creeped into my head as I pondered the dynamics of Morgellons as it related to underarm deodorant(s) and antiperspirant(s), and that was with respect to women who shave their pits. I mean, LOOK AT WHAT IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE, AND RIGHT NEARBY!!!! Lymphatic/Lymph and Mammary Glands!!! Not to mention that the Vagus nerve(s) run right fucking there as well. But yeah, because of how you shave, and where the hair is located, half of any goop that you slather under your arms is likely to seep into and down the arm, and the other half is likely to seep in and down the torso?
Can that happen?!?!?!?
Does that antiperspirant shit start to amass over time? I mean, I’ve been wearing that shit for years, and can skip a day or two without smelling like B.O., so it’s GOT to start to accumulate…right? Not to mention the changes these chemicals have on the body over time. And what about the accumulations themselves? What happens when there is too much for the body to handle and/or for the structure(s) to support themselves? Do they crumble and propagate throughout the body?
Welp…I did an experiment.
No, I did not start shaving my pits.
But what I DID do, is stop using deodorants and/or antiperspirants of any kind.
The elephant in the room.
^Josh Wink – Don’t Laugh^
Lets us change gears here as we peer into the abyss.
I’ve been staring at something for several years now. Been writing about what I see, and am seeing, as best I can. My hitting the books and learning all kinds of directly related shit and chasing rabbits was going to do me no good. So yeah, it’s a bit dizzying to look at a problem like this (Morgellons) in the face, and see all that you see, then somehow relate it. I have to take into account every scar and blemish. Every bump and bruise. Every stretch and strain. Every relief and remedy. Some remedies, are quite…unusual.
I do not have Epilepsy, never had a seizure, and have only passed out once when getting my blood drawn when trying to join the USMC of all fucking things. Yeah…ringing endorsement for toughness there…passing out while getting your blood drawn to join The Marines…
BOORAH!!!
What I am rumored to have tho, is Asperger’s. I don’t black out, I drift. I start seeing and thinking about some of the craziest shit, all without drugs of any kind. It’s like I can see the entirety of celestial dynamics in motion, and I understand it…
but I can't relate it.
So I write music. I write poetry and song lyrics. I draw. I write. Anything and everything as a doorway that I can use to create something tangible to relate the pain of telling others the simple fact that “I cannot relate to you what I see, so this will have to do.”
With that in mind, what are some things that could be “nature’s way” of protecting us from things that we might be seeing or experiencing that we, or even nature, is unsure of how to handle? Contextually, this shouldn’t be that much of a stretch since life and an individual’s life is quite dynamic. The are going to be times that something is encountered for the first time. If you think about the way that we tend to handle “the unexpected” in our own life and lives, “stalling” is usually one of the first things we think of. Delay. Time…
we need more time.
Maybe this is why things tend to “slow down” when shit gets wonky. We ask for more time, and we get it. We just haven’t yet figured out that more time being poured into existing time makes time distort somewhat. Like adding air or water to a balloon. The balloon is still a balloon, it’s just…
different.
Much the same as when I drift. Big things get bigger, small things get smaller, and almost anything and everything that was previously fuzzy or distorted is now clear and concise. Naturally, most would think that the opposite is true, and from your perspective, it is…but not from mine. Your clarity is now fuzzy, and my clarity is sharp, therefore, I understand both.
But to be fair, I’ve been around for a while and have some experience under my belt. If you are someone who has a child with a “suspected this or that”, keep in mind that you don’t relate to them because you are trying NOT to relate to them. You want your child to be like everyone else. So yeah, there’s some distortion(s) going on there. Your child is NOT like everyone else any more than everyone else is like your child. They are unique. Similar, not same.
^Nitzer ebb – Getting closer^
Putting your pride on the line is going to be difficult for most. But that’s what I try and do. We are taught to have pride, but not to be proud nor prideful. Well, I’ve got pride as much as I have anything else, so I guess it’s a matter of letting everyone else tell me what to do with it.
But sometimes, I guess I have to step outside of what I or anyone else thinks, and try and shed pride completely. Operate outside of pride as best I can. Climb on to the OB/GYN table, put my legs into those stirrups, and get ready for the doctor to tell me to “GET THE FUCK OFF MY EXAMINING TABLE YOU FREAK!!!”
(lolz)
I digress.
It’s been quite a few years since I got my first glimpse of “The Morgellon’s Hole”, and each and every gaze has been deeper and more crushing. Finally, there was one day, the day when I started to ponder some more complex dynamics of the epidermis, connective tissues, skeletal and the musculature, that I literally laid on the floor and felt like my entire being was melting into the carpet.
“Oh..no," I thought.
No screams nor cries, no grunts nor groans. The weight of the Universe was upon me, and yet, I lay there and quietly melted into oblivion. Despair and hope somehow fused into an odd sort of unity that day as it became clear exactly what I was looking at.
As I pondered, everything became fuzzy as I contemplated the impossibility of what lay before me. Suddenly, the song that I was listening to on the headphones ended, and a commercial came on. A commercial for a new book. A book about some average ordinary guy, somehow caught up in a global conspiracy. No one to turn to, and completely alone, yet whatever this guy knew/had stumbled onto could change the entire world.
Q1: Did that really happen?
A1: Yes.
Q2: Was this a coincidence?
A2: I hope, that it was, but I just so happened to be listening and paying attention at just the right time for The Universe to throw me a bone.
I gotta be honest. After contemplating what I had just stumbled onto, and prior to that commercial coming on YouTube, I was seriously contemplating suicide as a possible option. There was NO…FUCKING…WAY that I could POSSIBLY be dumped with a task of this magnitude, and it andI be correct.
It's too fucking massive, even for me.
That may sound prideful, but the impossible is possible in my life. So yeah, it WAS possible, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I’ve no one. My wife is divorcing me, I’m so beat up and worthless that I can’t work, my children think I’m a lazy oaf, my mom won’t speak to me, my dad and one of my sisters is dead, the other sister is recovering from her husband recently killing himself, and I have no friends to confide in.
What do I do? Who do I have?
Then, and almost as if on cue, that commercial came on.
So yeah…
Synchronicity
…I’m familiar with it.
That does NOT always make it, nor the journeys we find ourselves on any easier.
You’ve GOT to stop thinking of these things as only being bad or good.
They may be just a hello.
Maybe some kind of “yep, I am indeed here”.
Maybe nothing more than a something to see what you’ll do.
I dunno what to tell you. I really don’t.
But not all harbingers bring news of one type or another.
I'm saying all this to myself of course.
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^
I am NOT going to throw up some red flag and start screaming “STOP SHAVING” or “STOP BATHING” or “STOP USING SO GODDAMN MANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS”. My telling you to stop doing something is a mistake. Not only that, it’s wrong. You know your body and what it’s doing and/or not doing. You spending your days trying to head off some potential or future disease is futility.
YOU…
WILL…
DIE!!!
Period. End of story.
I mean, yeah, it’s likely to be a while, and now that I’ve vented a bit, I think it’s safer to say that “you may die”. I only say that because I heard of this new product that promises longevity and health.
j/k
I’ve heard of no such product. Nope…never.
Man…I’ve worked myself into a hole here.
I can hear the scoffs vibrating in my feet.
And yes, I rarely wear shoes, so yeah, I can indeed feel the scoffs. Can you? You should be able to. You are the one scoffing afterall. Unless you aren’t.
/me shrugs
^Calvin Harris I’m Not Alone DEADMAU5 REMIX^
You wanna know one of the worst things about the concept of Synchronicity? It makes us, that experience it, likely to not further ponder our dependence on it.
The Universe speaks, we hear.
But we are likely to want more. I mean, you’ve been waiting for this opportunity for your entire life…right? Now here it is, and you’ve a got a motherfucking ARMLOAD of questions you want and/or need answered.
Q: Ya think “The Universe” might already know that you’ve got questions?
A: …
Yeah…prolly a safe bet.
But think about this…does The Universe already speak to you? I mean, when you desire a breath, is there air available for you to do so? When you thirst, is there something available to drink? If nothing is available to drink at this exact moment, will there be at some point down the road?
I don’t want to presume to tell you how you should think, because again, I don’t know you. But I will say this…once you start becoming more self aware, you are going to start noticing people and places and things that you’ve never noticed before. And more than that, you are going to start looking at these people and things in completely different ways. You are going to feel as tho you are being crushed with data and information, on scales that are incomprehensible and possibly even inconceivable.
That’s what we call “humility”, and that crushing humility is going to be masked by, and wrapped in, something that we call…love.
It's weighty.
I’m not the type to make distinctions as to what is “more than or less than” because such distinctions fail us more than serve us. But that’s the types of decisions that you are better suited to make along your own journey. Pride suits certain people quite well, and it’s sometimes a joy to see certain people shining and basking in pride. So be mindful about your judgments and how they we serve you down the road.
Be nice.
Travel well.
Be safe.
Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…
^Garbage – #1 Crush^
You don’t need me to save you.
I’m hanging on by a thread myself.
I’ll help anywhere and everywhere I can…sure.
But as far as saving goes? I dunno that I have any such authority.
I dunno tho…I mean, since we’re both here and both hanging on by a thread, what exactly is it that you need saving from? Whatever it is, prolly gonna take some time to pull this off.
*I could have done with that kind of offer at lunchtime today, Clicky…*
Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRSREGN – pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along. So until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤
Dear Reader, on Sunday, after posting at the LoL, The Okie Devil and I decided to resume our exploration of Doctor Who…
*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…
*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…
And here it is, Dear Reader: a ‘Missive From ‘Merica’ inspired by MJ 😀 Enjoy! ❤
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.
^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.
^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?
(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.
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.
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.
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 12th of 2017.
Loop 02: Subject A did not know about the same certain something on November 12th of 2017.
Loop 03: Subject A knew about the same certain something on November 12th of 2019.
Loop 04: Subject A was born without a head on November 15th of 1967.
Loop 05: Subject A knew about the same certain something on November 11th 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.
^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 24th 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.
“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…
*Aye! …/lights up… There’s a couple of Wiki Wavy Walls in there for you too, Clicky… /drags…*
*******
!!!!! - ! -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?
^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.
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?
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?
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.
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.
^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]^
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
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.
^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.
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.
😉
^Cream – I Feel Free^
OH HEY!!! I attended my first ever Live Stream a coupla nights ago!!!
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.
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.
^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?
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?
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…*
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?
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.
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.
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?
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.
…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.
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.
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 lotmethinks. 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?
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…*
*******
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.
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?
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.
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.
^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?
^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?
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.
^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)^
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.
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
Hello there.
Putting your pride on the line is going to be difficult for most. But that’s what I try and do. We are taught to have pride, but not to be proud nor prideful. Well, I’ve got pride as much as I have anything else, so I guess it’s a matter of letting everyone else tell me what to do with it.
Let's carry on something I started elsewhere...
A: Tar.
Let's talk about knots.
!!!!! - ! -HBD ROOBEEFUCKINGDOO- ! - !!!!!
The contents appear to be able to speak for themselves.
Let's find some work!
So...where do I start?
Let's go with recent experience to start...
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
Library of Libraries 