Category: Cade Fon Apollyon a.k.a. Apollo Chicken

Missive From ‘Merica: Inner Resting Time & Times Over Time

Yesterday afternoon I took some time out to reacquaint myself with an old movie that I hadn’t watched in over 20 years. The previous evening my good friend, Cade, had mentioned that the film is heading for a remake…

*No shit! It’s all in the reflexes, Clicky… /sigh…*

No doubt the remake will be a CGI ‘mcmasterpiece’ but I can’t but stop and wonder, Why?…

*YeeuP! You’re probably right there, Clicky…*

Cade also sent through a new missive, which Clicky and I are delighted to reproduce below, so sit back, relax and enjoy as The Okie Devil gets a few things off his chest…

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I was just about to start writing some shit.

Seems that has happened in a sorta-kinda successful way.

So…let’s see how the rest of this here particular adventure goes.

Q: Does my method of beginning a post, get boring?

A: <email me your answers to mypersonalemail@myemailaddress.fu>

Or not.

Whatevz.
^Arcade Fire – Reflektor (Live At Earls Court)^

Do you have anything in particular on your mind you wanna talk about? Me too. Although nothing currently comes to mind. Guess we’ll just have to rely on each other’s creative and ingenuity to get us through this particular section. Maybe you just came here for the weird pictures and weirder music and skip over the text-based sections. Maybe you skip directly to the comments section and see what no one isn’t talking about, and don’t make any comments of your own on what is not being said. Maybe you get bored and start looking for something else to not do. I dunno. I can only guess. So I guess I’ll just have to use my own best judgement.

lolz...that'll prolly work out just DANDY!!!
^Raven – Chainsaw – BBC TV^


Speaking of disasters just looking for a place to happen…lessee here…where was I going with this? I mean…I want to write. I feel like writing, but nothing is coming out. Nothing is coming up. Maybe those clouds I saw moving in from the west earlier, were nothing but clouds. I mean yeah…it’s moisture going somewhere important. I don’t doubt that. But it’s spring here and we’ve only gotten one really big storm so far this year, and one sorta-big-ish storm that was more rain than anything. Not that I’m complaining. But it’s difficult to watch the storms when it’s raining like crazy.

I dunno. Maybe I have nothing left to say.
^Anvil – Metal On Metal (Live)^

Let’s get Moody.

Tuesday Moody kinda moody.

Actually…today is Thursday… actually…not anymore, since it’s 01:24 in the morning on Friday the 7th of April.

But meh...Tuesday Moody it is.
^Tuesday Afternoon by The Moody Blues^

I guess I’ve been thinking about laws and regulations and governments and governing quite a bit lately. Primarily…if you as a leader/lawmaker and leading and making laws that tell others what NOT to do…erm…isn’t that kinda…contradictory? I mean…you are getting to do what you want to do…right? Making laws and leading is what you want to do. Just kinda weird to make a profession out of doing what you want to do by telling others what they cannot do. And you get to get all clever and creative with the law and laws and legislating. Make all kinds of rules that govern the rules and rulers, and also, govern the governed in a way that makes them incapable of exception, until they are an exception that someone finds exceptionally exceptional. Usually, that someone is someone that is in the same or a similar role as you, and so that tends to make the exceptional rather non-exceptional according to your own rules. As if you can build something so exceptionally strong and unyielding, that nothing and no one can move it. Can’t be moved eh? Oh yeah?

Q: How’d it get there?

A: ?¿?
^Lifelike- So Electric (Roller Disco Edit)^

All of the fear that I see in the media, irrespective of type of media and perspective(s) on those different types of media and their legitimacy, I don’t see it. The fear that they are talking about? I don’t see it. Almost like staring at “your weird neighbor that doesn’t talk to anyone” for hours on end each day, in the event that they do something something suspicious or crazy. Yeah…sounds like NO ONE in your neighborhood is doing ANYTHING AT ALL THAT COULD BE QUALIFIED AS SUSPICIOUS OR CRAZY!!! Cept for that one weird neighbor who doesn’t talk to anyone. Gee…I wonder why THAT is? Maybe you and your other neighbors’ previous “conversations” with this person have been a little…erm…interrogative. Oh yeah sure sure…I know…you just want to get to know them. Your motives sound wholesome and completely legit. Carry on. (Oh…and shhhhhh….but let me know what you find out about that weirdo!)

No fear here.

No fear at all.

No fear whatsoever.

Nothing to see here.

Move along.
^LIFELIKE “Your Tiny Mind”^

No wonder that delivery drivers throw shit on your porch and run instead of hand-delivering shit. You’ve got “security cameras” surrounding your home, inside and out. Who the FUCK is it that you don’t trust? Cause that seems like a fucking metric FUCKTON of trust to me. I don’t want video cameras all over my house, inside OR out. Maybe I am misinterpreting things here, but it sounds to me like the only person and or persons that you don’t trust in proximity to wherever it is that you live? Yeah…YOU. That means you don’t trust anyone else either. Moreover, it sounds as if you have so adopted that “it’s just a matter of time until I catch someone doing something” philosophy, that all you are interested in…is vengeance. “Justice” you may call it. Someone steals from you, they should be punished. Fair enough. Or is it? “Lotta things wrong with this country” some say.

O RLY? Who is saying this, who are they saying it to, and how are they saying it?

I mean…OBVIOUSLY they are someone hooked up to a respirator in a hospital.

How can they speak? You can’t speak when hooked up to one of those things.

I wonder who manufactures that particular respirator?

I wonder who maintains it?

I wonder who that person is that keeps coming into the room and fiddling with those knobs on that machine?
^Neil Young & Johnny Depp (Dead Man) – Original Soundtrack Long Version^


Oh…I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve there? I thought there were a lot of things wrong with this country, and we needed to talk about them? Or do you wanna just point at the living corpse and go find someone to pay? Cause it sounds to me like someone already paid. Is still paying. Lotta paying going on there. And no…time does not heal all wounds. Not in the manner that many seem to perceive that particular quip. But it’s a start. Sounds like someone beat someone else to the punch there. Maybe even started without us.

Maybe we aren’t what we do.

Maybe we are what we’ve done.

Le yikes...sounds like someone is done for.
^Fantastic Plastic Machine – On a Chair^

If you expect me to walk with you in your moment and moments of pain, why can I not do this for others? Why do you get to choose who, and who not, that I should walk with for a little while. Ya want something from me when ya want it, and ya don’t want anything from me when ya don’t want it. Both are wanting. I mean…when I apply the preceding to my own personal life? Yeah…I melt.

Motherfucking MELT.

I’ve gotten so much shit wrong in my life, that I’ve just about convinced myself that the only thing that I am capable of getting right IS GETTING SHIT WRONG CORRECTLY! lolz. How sad eh? Some might think that. But I don’t. I mean…I’ve never really planned on raising my arms to heaven in some sort of spiritual victory gesture, then sitting down and never doing anything ever again. How fucking boring is that? I mean sure, I’m pretty laid back and chill, and I like to hang out and just “ponder the yonder”…but it’s because there is always something else. Always…one more thing. I dunno. That’s how I see life anyway. If there is something to be done, and I am the person to do it? Goddamnit…it’s getting done. I’m kinda “ferocious” in that way.

Q: Dude…how in the FUCK do you know when “something needs to be done?”

A: Don't you? You're the one with all the questions.

I’m more of a “how am I gonna do this” kind of person. Because once I get to the “how question”…the “why question” has pretty much already been answered via the “who question.” If I am involved in anything, in any way shape or form…there is a reason. Maybe even…reasons.

It’ll go to shit from there. (Reason and reasoning be damned).

I wonder if that is my problem?
^Nylon- When You Love Someone (Lifelike Remix)^


I was briefly speaking with someone the other day regarding motion. Specifically…sea-sickness, or motion sickness. I mentioned that I do not get motion sickness/sea-sick. But I do get car-sick. Or at least, sometimes. I also mentioned that I used to get car-sick all the time when I was a kid. The person that I was talking with commented…”probably because you couldn’t see where you were going.” And I was like, yeah…that. But also, I mentioned that my parents were always perplexed at my paradoxical ease and difficulty.

EX: My parents we always like…

“Put that damn kid on a ride that spins in every direction possible at the same time, and he’ll have a smile on his face that you couldn’t erase with sandpaper. Put that kid in car going in a straight line, and he’s sick as dog as soon as the car starts rolling.”

The comment regarding “not seeing where you are going” got me to thinking about the pressurized nature of cars. I’d always do fine if a window was down, or even cracked open a bit. But with the windows up? <shudder> I mean…you are riding in a sealed car through all kinds of pressure and pressures, and all kinds of pressure changes as we drive in our cars. Granted…we want to keep the rain/snow/elements out so that our in-car stereo’s clock doesn’t short out. But were we really designed with pressure changes like this in mind? Because whether we were designed by a higher intelligence/God/gods, or whether we are some kind of universal fluke…the weather is important in that development regardless. No wonder we can basically classify ourselves as nothing more than a sack full o’sacks. Lotta membranes there.

Layer, upon layer, upon layer.

And speaking of layers and lairs…

let’s talk about religion!!!

^Perturbator – Technoir (feat. Noir Deco)^


Would you like some more music? K…I’ll insert another song here for no particular reason other than it came up in the random playlist that I currently listening to on YouTube.

^Jagwar Ma – Let Her Go (Live on KEXP)^

Let’s do two random-assed songs since this next one made an impression on me as well.

^Chaos Chaos – My Hands (Live on KEXP)^

Hows bouts a trifecta?

Go ahead...give it a tri.
^Daniel Lanois – “Sioux Lookout”^


So I’ve been thinking about this “911/119” that I’ve been seeing here and there recently. Yes…I see that kind of shit. But I have to give this shit a think before adding my own personal shit to the existing shit. Keeps it contextual and applicable when and whereso.

Anyway…I got thinking about my upbringing with respect to prophecy in The Book of Revelations. Everyone is always “The Beast this” and “The Beast that” and “what is The Beast” and blah blah blah blah blah. Lotta mysetery there eh?

Mysteries...even.

Anyway…yeah…it got me to thinking about all this business about “The Anti-Christ” which appears to be so damn popular, among the many other mysteries of that particular section of The Bible. And it occurred to me to maybe think about all of my studies, and all of the other people’s studies that has been proposed here and there, and relate those particular studies to the studies that I have heard espoused from the pulpit(s) of many preachers/pastors in my time and times at church or within other religious streams. This made me think of all of the crazy speculative shit that has been postulated, such as…I’ve even heard one “scholar” go so far as to say that “The Anti-Christ must be a homosexual, because there is no mention in The Bible of this man having any women around him.” <sigh> You gotta be SHITTING me!!! That was my thoughts then, and my thoughts now anyway. Primarily because, “at the point in time where this Anti-Christ dude is doing whatever in the fuck they are going to be doing? Yeah…they’re already here, doing whatever in the fuck it is that they are going to be doing, which means that it’s already done.” So what in the FUCK are you looking for?

So yeah…back to “The Beast.”

You want it?

You’ll get it.

See “The Beast” yet?

No?

Find a mirror if you have one handy and are feeling adventurous in your “”soul searching.”

If you look for something...you will find it.
^Daniel Lanois – Jimmy Was^


Heddy stuff eh? Welp…it occured to me yesterday, that all of this “looking for doomsday” bullshit that I just CANNOT…FUCKING…GET AWAY FROM ANYWHERE…has rubbed me just about completely, and totally fucking raw. I’ve been “living in the shadow of doomsday” my entire fucking life. “The Secularists” want to kill me. “The Religious” want to kill me. “The…”…no wait…that covers everyone…right? “Secularists and Religious? Doesn’t that…just about cover 100% of everyone. I mean, yeah sure…there are several “100 percents” there to consider using my own special blend of wonky whacked-out -1/0/1 based mathematics.

100% of The Secularists.

100% of The Religious.

Yep…that’s everyone!!! So yeah…um…back to “The Beast.” Erm…

Q: Which one?

A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah…that’s right…which one damnit?

Which one do you wanna see?

Which one do you not wanna see?

Did you look in the mirror?

I have.

I see The Beast.

Eyes glowing red with fury.

And sometimes…not so much.

Just chomping at the bit…either way.

Waiting on you and your decision(s).

This is…at your behest, at your request, and for your benefit afterall.

I thought you wanted to know?

Q: Now what?

A: ...
^Daniel Lanois – Still Water^


So yeah anyway…not to sound too schizophrenic or anything…but, let’s change the subject and talk about something else now that I’ve quasi-gotten that off my chest.

^Daniel Lanois-The Maker^

I mean really you fucking idiots. Are you going to be happy with unraveling the mystery and mysteries contained in ancient texts? Especially those dealing with “doomsday types of scenarios?” What? Are you gonna post it on your Facebook? Gonna send out a Tweet? Yeah right…what could POSSIBLY go wrong there? lolz

If You Are Correct: YOU = FUCKED!!!

If You Are Incorrect: YOU = FUCKED!!!

Make that “you = fucked” kinda flexi-interchangeable with “we = fucked”…and all of a sudden…your followers on Twitter and all your Facebook “Friends” are gonna drop you like a bad habit, no matter what the outcome is.

So…think about this while you and your gang are out riding around searching for mysteries to unravel…

Q: What if God/the gods do indeed exist, but they’ve had a change of heart?

A: SAY...FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?!?

I mean…if there is a God, according to The Bible at least…only “The Father” knows when “The Shit Will Indeed Hit The Fan” and will also “MAKE IT SO“. Right?

Sounds kinda…”timed” to me.

I wonder if there is shit going on that might make God…appear a little…”indecisive”…for lack of a better term.

I mean…the crazy fuck invented this place…what makes you so sure he’s in a big fucking hurry to tear it a new asshole? That’s always bothered me. Creation and Destruction doesn’t seem to jibe with each other in the way and ways that it’s described by others. What if “God’s Clock” ain’t set to go off for millions of years from now? Are you really so high up on God’s “good graces list” that he/she/it sends you his interstellar itinerary? Jesus Fucking CHRIST!!! How much printer paper do you have? You’d need a fucking OCEAN of printer-ink to print out all that shit.

Which reminds me…what type of printer do you have? It must be HELLA reliable.

That's quite the endorsement for whoever made that brand/model of printer.
^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^


When I was fairly young, Stephen King addressed a scary concept for me regarding “The Anti-Christ” that really blew my mind. In his book “Carrie”…there was a mention of “Carrie’s Father” always carrying a pistol around with him in the event that he bumped into The Antichrist. When I read that…it blew my fucking mind. I mean…it made sense to me personally, because I was raised around “religious zealots of this type” in my formative years. Formative Years? What in the FUCK kind of unkind concept is that? This horseshit that we become “locked-in” around the age of 7? Horseshit. How many 0-7 year old kids are in college? None? Why is that? Can’t teach em anything past 7 or so, so why bother?

Your system and systems are fucked.

Don’t think so?

For any Americans reading this…

Q: What is your annual budget?

A: Say WHAT?!?!? Which one dude? Be specific.

I was specific you stupid redneck gal or guy. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?

For any of our other World Citizens reading this…

Q: What is your annual budget?
A: I SAY ol' chappy?!?!? Which one, Yank? Be more specific if you don't mind.

I was specific old boy or girl. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?

^Marco Lys – Kama (Original Mix)^

Q: How do you kill someone who cannot be killed?

A: DUDE! What if I shoot someone who says they cannot die right in the fucking face, and they die?!?!?

Welp, sounds to me like you are prolly headed for prison. Or at least on a long journey through some legal system of some kind.

BTW...Way to go. You sure showed them.

Better hope you don’t bump into them down the road. That would suck. They’re somehow back up and fit-as-a-fiddle, and you are headed for jail.

Sucks to be you.
^Hybrid – Last Man Standing^

Do you really care who solves you and your planet’s problems? Or do you just want them to get solved? Because if you just want them solved? Sounds to me like the system and systems are already in place for that kind of path. Let your local representatives know what you want and/or need. I mean, that’s what they are there for right? To represent you and your needs? If they don’t help you get what you need, find someone who will and vote them into office at the next election. It’s that simple as far as I understand it. But you can’t just vote every 1 or 2 or 4 years and expect to have your needs met if government is the only method for meeting your needs. You gotta be specific, and you gotta stay involved. You know, you can actually call your legislators on the telephone. You can write them letters. They will respond. It may not be the response you want or need…but they will respond. They are people afterall. And not just “at the end of the day.” Most of them are people 24/7 as far as I can tell.

^Pogo – Symphony #69^


That reminds me. At lunchtime today…I addressed the topic of “surveillance” with whatshername since she let slip the other day that she has an app on her phone which she uses, that allows her to track all of these phones and their locations at all times. She was marveling at the convenience of setting up something called a “geo-fence” around certain homes, and she will get a text message any time that one of the phones leave or arrive at that particular location. <le fucking YIKES!!!>

How creepy. 😐

Anyway, I mentioned something about government agencies in this country monitoring/reading all emails and phone calls. She got rather angry and said,

“Well…if they have that kind of free time to listen to my phone calls and read my emails…more power to them. I’m gonna start emailing loads weird shit on purpose to create more work for them.”

Great idea.

But I suggested… “Why not start a letter writing campaign instead? Hand-write and mail letters to The CIA/NSA/FBI that simply say “stop reading my emails!” and send those like daily. The irony will not be lost on them.”

She and my daughter laughed.

I had never heard the term “geo-fence” nor did I know that it was possible in the way that she described it.

I looked up “geo-fence” and found something called “geo-fencing.”

Geo-fence

I have had enough of fences.

I have decided that the cellphone is not going with me.

^Wilkinson – Afterglow live at T in the Park 2014^

Now why would someone get pissed at someone tracking someone on something that is “theirs?” Supposed to be mine anyway. No one calls me on it. I’ve only accessed The Internet on it once. I carry it “for emergency purposes” at her request, because we have children. Sure I know that cellphones can be tracked. How in the fuck do you think it receives calls in the first place? But being able to do something, and actually doing something? Yeah…there’s a difference. Don’t tell me there isn’t a difference, because the entirety of law and laws are based on that premise. In my mind, I should be able to walk to the border of my country, and moonwalk up and down that motherfucker…and as long as I don’t cross that line…we’re good. Not that I can moonwalk or anything. But I digress.

^Don’t Bring Me Down by ELO with Lyrics^


The Synchros have really been spinnin’ over the last few weeks. It feels like my spine is under enough pressure that it’s eventually gonna shoot right out of the top of my head. I guess Kundalini has a tiger by the tail here, and is trying to make it both fun AND funny. I mean, I can understand why. This shit HURTS! And I have a pretty good sense of humor with respect to myself. Especially when I am disrespecting myself. The image of Kundalini yanking on my tailbone so hard, that my body’s knots all unwind in one direction, and wind up in another direction under so much pressure…that when she let’s go of my tailbone? My spine is gonna shoot right out of the top of my head at Mach 200k+…lolz.

My spine is pretty fucked-up. It’s sure baffled the shit out of some doctors. But I’ve learned a lot from their advice, wisdom and expertise. I just hope that I am able to return the favor somehow. Somehow figure out a way to relay what I have learned. I mean yeah…that’s what I’ve been doing in my writing(s). But I get the feeling that very few read what I write…and maybe that’s a good thing. Some scary shit, to be sure. That said, there are those that I have encountered over the past few years that have helped immensely. I hope that I can, and am, returning that favor as well. Nothing like a compete fuckup in the mix, that specializes, and can assist, with shit getting completely out of control. Shit might get kinda…calm…at that point. Allow a little time for reflection. Maybe even some discussion. I dunno tho. I prolly won’t be there.

^Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video)^


I’ve been trying not to think about a lot of the shit that is going on inside me. I mean…I can feel it, and I can see some of it, some I can even imagine…but most I can’t actually see…so I just have to trust. Trusting your own gut instincts regarding your guts…whodathunkit?

The feeling in my feet and legs is weird. It comes and goes…but sometimes…it feels like…I dunno…feeling? My skin is coming off by the bucketful, so yeah…I remain skeptical about our epidermis being replaced every 30 days. If I am right about some of this rheumatic types of shit that I am seeing, some of this skin is as old as I am. Nevermind the, what appears to be anyway, leftover adhesive types of goody from bandages that have covered certain large parts of my anatomy here and there over my life.

Is it possible that I am misinterpreting what I am seeing and experiencing? Well sure dummy. Anything is possible. But how many people have to give you weird “WTF??!?!” types of looks before you start wearing long-sleeve shirts and toboggans out in public because of those who have given you double-takes in public previously, due to them seeing…”the storms.” I know they are weird looking. Some are REALLY fucking weird looking. But it has allowed and afforded me some insight into what I believe is how my body really works. I mean yeah…I’m well aware that my particular body has worked it’s ass off over the course of my life. It’s a great little machine of wonder and amazement to me. I cannot believe that I have made it as far as I have. But yeah…I can.

^Captain Beefheart Upon The My O My Old Grey Whistle Test 1974^

I actually question my methods, modes and motives quite a bit.

Mediate on it even.

Just kinda…loud…when I am “meditating.”

I hope I do this right.

Srsly.

Just…making it up as I go as best I can.

I hope I do this correctly.

Srsly.
^African music from Sahara – Boat montage^

Hang in there whoever you are.

❤
^Bambi Lee Savage — Darlin’^


cYa | cFa

^Kenny Loggins- This Is It (1979)^

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*/offers tissue… Alright? Blimey, Clicky… Well and truly covered …/dabs gingerly…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Spirit Chill’n

Well, ’tis done…

*That’s right, Clicky…*

I’ve completed and submitted my second story for the Underdog Anthology Vol. 2…

*/rolls eyes…*

Not only that, but we have received a missive from Cade…

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Sup?

How the fuck are ya?

^Garbage – Magnetized^


I was just sitting here thinking…while I’m sitting here doing nothing, I guess I may as well do something.

As I recall…this is a rather popular decision making process among many of my fellow entities residing in gravity.

(NOTE: "Entities Residing In Gravity" are what I refer to as life here on Earth/Terra. Just FYI.)
^Jay Lumen – Babel (Original Mix)^

As of late…I guess I’ve been doing quite a bit of reflecting on the last 5/6 years of this “spiritual journey” that I’ve been on. Because without the 44 years that preceded this particular block of time in time…those 5/6 years or so are meaningless.

Experiences change.

Experience changes.

Weird how that works eh?

^Jay Lumen & Gary Beck – Strange Fruit (Original Mix)^

For those who have ever seen the movie “Contact”…there is a point in the movie where “The Alien” makes the comment…

“This is the way it’s been done for billions of years.”

This statement is made at what I guess movie critics would call “a pivotal point in the film”, to where Jody Foster’s mind appears to be swimming in questions that she wants to ask, but the primary thought she has is regarding the benefit of “others” and the questions they will have. Basically, what she is asking “the alien/aliens”…is for “proof.” But thinking about it now, she’s not asking for the type of proof that we normally think of with respect to proof, she is asking for “something convincing”…something absolute. Nevermind the adventure she and the rest of the planet Earth/Terra has been on that has led to this particular moment, which to many in the film, is already “proof enough.” Because what she wants, and I dare say…”what she needs”…is “something for the hardcore.” A pair of alien space booties or alien space goggles that she can bring back with her, and smack the non-believers and skeptics upside the head with, then hang them in a museum somewhere so others can look at them in wonder.

For me personally…you had me at hello.

That said…erm…”billions of years”, eh?

Ever heard of the concept known as “upgrading?”

I brought some sales samples with me if you are interested.

Here’s my business card…home number is on the back. 😉

^Nic Fanciulli – Movin’ On (Original Mix)^


Thinking about it now, we place a great deal of demands on others with respect to proof and proving. I guess this is prolly why “the military” works so well. Why soldiers tend to be the best representative(s) of what we should and should not be, and when, and why.

What is my logic here?

Simple: NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE FUCKING MILITARY!!!

Especially in a time of war.

And yet…in times of war, they sign up in droves to join the military.

Why?

Simple: It needs to be done, and someone has to do it.

Now that we have the simpleton stuff out of the way…

NOW we can talk conspiracy and games.

^Technasia – Heart Of Flesh (Original Mix)^


Back on the “spiritual path”…lolz…erm…I guess this is why “the spirit” is prolly the most ignored thing that we have. As a species, we’re pretty rough on the ol’ spirit. And not just in this so-called modern era of ours. In my reading(s) of history, we as humans seem to always be rough on the spirit. We’re either ignoring our own, or trying to crush someone else’s. No wonder that the spirit is more easily directly related to the ego. I mean…we’re supposed to have spirit at sporting events yeah? We’re supposed to cheer our children on with their shitty macaroni art creating endeavors yeah? And yet…there are places of business that I have worked for that specifically FORBID you from hanging your children’s “macaroni art” in your work area. So…we are talking taste.

LOLZ…talking “taste” with respect to art. Specifically…”macaroni art.”

Now that's funny. 😉

Maybe if I covered my kids’ macaroni art with a Habanero Pesto Sauce, it would be “zesty” enough to be classified as worthy.

But there’s a problem there.

Art via group or proxy must be done as a group or via proxy from inception.

Otherwise…it’s just interference.

Certainly not something I would classify as…al dente. 😀

^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^

I keep putting off finishing up my packing and boxing, because I’m still waiting on some kind of kind word from whatshername. And when you operate in, and on, the timelines that I operate in and on…you learn patience. But that’s prolly another part of the spirit that many of us ignore. We sure seem to espouse a pride in being impatient. However, it occurs to me that impatience is simply patience on a different timeline. We all have goals, needs and wants…and goddamnit…WE WANT OUR NEEDS AND WANTS GOALS, RIGHT…FUCKING…NOW GODDAMNIT!!! That’s kinda funny eh? Putting up a goddamn “God Dam” right fucking where we need time and times and the blessings of progress, and of the instant gratification variety to FLOW LIKE A FUCKING RIVER AFTER RAINFALL!!! No wonder God is big on “pouring out his blessings.” lolz

All these damn dams we are building.

NOTE: The above silliness is in no way, shape or form, referencing the situation in California.

Stop reading into shit.

Or keep on.
Whatevz.

LET’S GET HIGH!!!

^Drinking Coffee and Getting High^

Let’s get high with the same idiot, around a hole created by something that was high…at some point, then got down on itself.

Q: I wonder how many spirits that crater has lifted?

A: Food for thought.
^Exploring A Meteor Crater From The Air^


So what is the fucking scoop on this Chelsea soccer team? Is that England’s national team or something? Or are they like the UK’s version of The Dallas Cowboys. The Cowboys, at one point anyway, were called “America’s Team.” I guess because you either loved them, or hated them. When I lived in Washington DC, I saw a T-shirt once that read “My favorite two teams are, The Redskins, and anyone playing The Cowboys.” I dunno…I don’t watch sports anymore.

^Half A Person^

Yeah, I can see most of what others see in this “spiritual” realm of craziness. Whether that be religion/religious, magic, magik, magick, majick, alchemy, or whatthefuckever and whatnot.

But my question remains…”And?”

Sorry, but that whole “circle thing” with respect to “casting” really gave me the creeps/freaked me the fuck out. Looks like a goddamn bullseye to me. Granted, the circle is without “the crosshairs”…but in that situation, WHO FUCKING NEEDS CROSSHAIRS?!?!?!? Afterall, you are the only idiot standing in that circle. What…are the gods suddenly confused? Their aim gonna have problems discerning between the knucklehead standing in that circle chanting whatthefuckever they are chanting, and the rest of existence/creation?

Anyway…yeah…that’s kinda what I think about that shit.

SCENARIO:    Some poor asshole cuts you off on your daily drive to work.

You…are a practitioner of Majick or Magick.

When you get home from work that day, you cast a spell on that worthless fuck that causes his children to get cancer and die.

Smart thinkin'.

What could possibly go wrong.

This is why I hate religion.

The concept of religion itself is, to me, beyond description in it’s purpose and beauty.

It’s “pomp and circumstance” and pageantry and ceremony is/are fascinating and beautiful.

However, I have a simple request of my own…and that is, don’t require me to participate.

^Eye – Smashing Pumpkins^

It’s currently 11:11 on Tuesday April 4th of 2017.

Just in case you were wondering.

Just in case you were wandering.

Nothing wrong with either of those.

What in the FUCK am I doing writing about stupid shit like this at 11 o’clock in the morning for.

Prolly just to make egregious grammatical errors.

This is The Internet afterall.

Ere'body's lookin' 4 sumpin.
^Nobody loved you- manic street preachers^

If you could bottle your spirit…what do you think it would look like?

My guess is that it would look exactly like you.

And now we are talking about cloning.

And cloning is bad.

Bad stuff is terrible…so…yeah…no cloning.

Cloning will never work anyway.

Two things cannot occupy the same space, nor can one thing occupy two spaces.

That territory is reserved as best as I can tell.

Can’t create something that already exists.

Not that there isn’t infinite potential with respect to possibility.

But I think that people sometimes forget that “impossibility is possible.”

If you sit and stew on that particular thought for a while, it’ll really cook your macaroni art.

^Voodoo Lady – Ween homemade video^


Speaking of pasta and flying spaghetti monsters…if you take the above pic, and throw a metric fuckton of Angel Hair Pasta on top of this particular animation? Yeah…that’s kinda what “my” curved space model is gonna look like. There is so much fucking energy, and there are so many fucking energies in this here Universe of ours, that you are going to be able to see just about anything you want to see. And that is not to say that it isn’t there…it’s there. Oh yeah…its there, and it doesn’t have jack shit to do with multi-dimensionality with respect to “alternate this” and “alternate that” the way that many interpret these nutty things.

And yet…it’s exactly like that. But you have to keep in mind, that a milestone in our journey/journeys is also a mile-marker. That’s all a milestone is. We don’t “hang up our hat.” We don’t “retire the act.” We just…change. Change direction even. But we keep going. You can roller skate across an entire country standing on your head just to be different…but you are still on the same path that you are on. Maybe that’s where we get it wrong when interpreting the actions and intents of others. Interpretation is an absolute. Interpolation is dynamic. We consider considerations in an ever changing environment.

Think of it like this: God’s Age + Relativity.

God’s Current Age = 13.8+ billion years.

My Current Age = 49+ years

We are equally aged.

X: Close enough. 😉

Coupla things to keep in mind tho…

1) We are talking about “Earth Years” in “Earth Time” with respect to Universal years/time. They are the same, AND…different…all at the same time, AND…at different times.

2) We are as old as we are.

3) We are who we are.

4) We are our experience and experiences. That is not a detraction. There is always…a surplus. 😉

The I that is me.

The me that is we.                                 The we that is me.

The me that is I.

^Underworld – Born Slippy^


I understand “The Horoscope” from a galactic/intergalactic standpoint. At least maybe a base of its base and what it represents. Lotta energy and energies and matter and matters. Lotta motion and motions and time and times. And I see the/a dynamic nature to that static “map” or overlay of sorts. But what I also see…is a fuckton of shit that is omitted. What connects the connections. What connects the connectors. I don’t see “a” veil…I see many veils. I see “the mystery finding you” as well as “you finding the mystery.” Not that I see everything. I mean…hell’s fucking bells…this is ME we are talking about here. I don’t see hardly anything. But I guess maybe that’s why. I see all kinds of shit. But the shit that I see is very easy for me to understand, and very difficult for me to explain/relate. Mainly because, it’s typically a situation that is interrogative in nature. You want answers, you think that I have them, and you want them RIGHT GODDAMN NOW!!! GIMME ANSWERS FUCKFACE!!!

Ok…sure…

Q: Now what?

A: ¿?¿

Oh…I can’t ask questions, but you can?

Hmmm…that just don’t seem fair.

Meh…whatevz….whadda ya wanna know?

^Alice | Pogo^

To relate, think of The Stock Market. A great example of a reliable static system, that represents an environment of what most would prolly call complete chaos, disorder and unreliability.

Sound familiar?

Yep. I get the feeling that God/The gods never left. They’re creeping around here somewhere. Just gotta keep in mind that “around here somewhere” is a relative term. I quasi-operate in this realm. Or at least, in a realm and realms similar to theirs. I mean, we all do. What I personally call “The Realms of The Seen and The Unseen.” That helps us to better understand (I think and hope anyway) because we are not beings of sight. Or at least, sight alone. We have many senses. It’s when we start naming and numbering them that they lose their importance. Or at least, it seems to detract from the whole. Ironic eh? No wonder the spirit is ignored. It’s shining and soaring, or it isn’t.

^Alex H feat. Mona Moua – There’s No Turning Back (Original Mix)^


HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!

Q: Cade, what is this recurring “BOOM” theme of yours? And what is this “Bing->Goes->Bang->Goes->BOOM” business you are always writing at weird times? Are you referring to nuclear fission and/or fusion?

A: “BOOM” = a heartbeat. A heartbeat so big and powerful, that sometimes it feels like my feet are going to explode?

A: Your feet?

Cade: Yes. My feet. May I continue please?

A: <sorry>

lolz

Anyway…the Bing->Goes->Bang->Goes->BOOM! bit is indeed about nuclear fission/fusion. BUT, it’s a nested/embedded kinda thing, that includes “The Butterfly Effect” and String Theory. Think: Spiders. Threads. Webs. Safety Nets and Traps.

To relate…I have a question for you…

Q: Do you really ever…want to be in “a safety net?”

A: !!!

Yeah…sounds like you were trapped at some point. Trapped enough to require a net to catch your dumb ass.I mean really…does anyone want a vocation that requires a net? Because if so…you are either catching…or being caught. <me shudders> This is prolly why law enforcement branches and groups appear so self-righteous.

Sorry to get “off-topic”…but everything is connected. At least in some way. Does it really matter how thick or thin the thread is? It does? O RLY?!?!?

Q: What kind of net/netting are you using, and is it for you?

A: Wait...what? What do you mean..."for me?"

I dunno…don’t you?

You’re the one with the net.

^Swedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child ft. John Martin^


The only thing worse than catching a wild animal in a trap? Yeah…now what?

Q: Who caught who/who has who now?

A: ...
^Pearl jam – better man^


I guess firearms/guns have kinda leveled that playing field a bit. But think of it like this. If “the playing field” was not level to begin with, how in the FUCK did guns/firearms ever get invented in the first place? Did only the stupid ones get eaten, and the smart ones survived to go on an invent a better “.300 Grain Bullet Hyersonic Wooly Mammoth Trap?” That doesn’t make sense. How in the FUCK did only “the smart ones” survive? I mean, if the smart ones survive, and all the dumb ones are dead? Yeah…suddenly…smart is the new dumb. Let’s go find some more shit to fuck up.

Maybe that’s where these genius philosopher fucks arrived at the conclusion that “The smarter and more intelligent a species is, the more violent that species is.”

O RLY?!?!?!?!?

You left a shitload of shit out there pops.

Primarily, the fact that you are a dumbass.

If I smack you over the head with that grandiose book of wisdom you just wrote, does that make mes haz tha supa-smartz brains?

Yeah…yer a dumbass.

BUT! Thanks for the pearls of wisdom anyway.

😉
^Spektralized – Shy^

Maybe I’m wrong here, but maybe the fact that we seem to rely more on the systems our ancestors built, than we rely on the people that built them themselves. And I mean as people…as individuals. Gotta keep this shit contextual. Relative…even. Things develop the way that they do. And we are only allowed a glimpse into our ancestors’ lives. They are not the sum of their parts. Because these “sums” tend to leave some stuff…out.

I had a roommate once who was an Indian/Native American. And when I say Indian, I mean born and raised on an honest-to-God reservation in New York State. He had a plaque that he hung on the wall that contained an old Indian Proverb to the effect of…

“Let me not judge another, until I have walked a mile in his moccasins.”

It’s something that we cannot do. However, we can “walk with” someone.

If you wanna get inside someone’s head?

STEP 1: Shitcan that bullshit idea. It’s impossible.

STEP 2: Get to know yourself and your motives.

STEP 3: Analyse all factors that are driving you to know this other person/entity, and where they originate.

STEP 4: Reflect.

Q: Now what?

A: ...

Sorry, but I cannot give you what I don’t have.

Sorry, but I cannot give you what I can’t give you.

Sorry, but I cannot give you what I have, that is not mine to give.

Other than that, I ain’t got much, but you are welcome to it.

^Junkie XL, Elvis Presley – A Little Less Conversation (Elvis vs JXL)^


There’s all kinds of things that it has been my privilege to be able to teach others to see and experience. Things like…”no matter how big you get with numbers, the sum will never equate to larger than one.”

You really think that God/the gods/The Universe hasn’t wrestled with the concept of creation? With the concept of creation as it relates to originality and uniqueness? Because, I’m quite sure that they have.

Imagine that you are a creator, or even…the creator. You just created something that was so unique and creative and original, that it’s knocked your motherfucking “Size ∞ Sandals” right off your motherfucking feet.

Q: How did I do that?
Q: How is this possible?
Q: How is that possible?
Q: Is this possible?
Q: Did all that shit really just happen?
Q: Who can I ask for assistance in these matters?

Prolly why it’s so easy for us to understand and/or relate better to an “angry” God/god than a caring and loving God/god. I mean, even if you personally don’t have children of your own…you were one once right?

We can all relate to one another.

We can relate to much more than that when and if we try.

That wasn’t such a long walk afterall now was it?

^Miss Kittin – I Beat That Bitch With A Hit^


One step ahead…always.

Well...at least one anyway. 😉

Being “the rabbit” has its advantages.

Fighting, Fucking, Fleeing, Feeding, Finding.

Fucking Fabulous.

😉
^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

I mean…you like being who and what you are right?

Only fair that I be able to like who and what I am too right?

I mean…you aren’t trying to crush my spirit are ya?

Nah…who would do such a thing?

^Pixies – Um Chagga Lagga^


I guess the spirit is kinda important. Kinda like toenails and fingernails are important. Think they aren’t important? Try doing without them. Now how important are they? Yeah…lotta things about life that we deem as a pain in the ass. Nothing wrong with pain. Pain is as important as anything else. Don’t think so? Then why do we have it? Now that you have arrived at your own personal answer…go ask “A Leper” how important pain is. Or maybe even, ask someone who has lived in so much pain during their life, that they stopped feeling entirely, and didn’t even realize it. I mean really, how do you know when you stop feeling. It’s not like you can feel anything. Quite the concept to ponder eh?

Hypoxia (Medical)

As a pilot in an unpressurized aircraft at altitude, we run the risk of suffering from oxygen deficiency when operating above certain altitudes for certain periods of time. Therefore, there are rules in place that dictate, when operating above “X” altitude for “X” amount of time or longer, you must have supplemental oxygen/a supplemental oxygen supply. The problem with altitude induced hypoxia, is that you become “euphoric” and keep telling yourself that everything is OK and/or operate under the assumption that everything is OK. But eventually, you’ll pass-out or lose consciousness. This is prolly why so many climbers have died on Mount Everest. Because even though there is a difference there with respect to the acute nature of altitude change over time over times when talking about climbing in an aircraft vs. climbing on foot, the environment(s) and the result(s) are the same. Ever seen those idiots that climb Everest or other tall mountains? They’re dying. Or at least, that is the common understanding. But, the reality is that they are changing. Whether that be changing from life to death, or something else entirely, is irrelevant. I mean…yeah…it’s relevant, in a timely fucking manner types of relevance…but yeah…also irrelevant. Because we are talking change and changes. Don’t like the potential outcome or the way things are going? Descend. Don’t like how things turned out after climbing back down? Ascend. Because all you gotta do is flip either one of those and they are the same fucking thing in a different direction.

Yeah…I think I understand more of this shit than others might think I do.

Just because my particular “special blend” doesn’t jibe with yours, doesn’t make me right and you wrong nor vice versa.

Just...different.
^Pixies – Where Is My Mind? (Music Video)^

That’s why I don’t search for truth. I’m surrounded by the shit. No need to find what you are surrounded by. Maybe some motherfucking housekeeping is in order around here? Sure. No arguments here. But I have to do that part myself.

(Any advice is welcome and appreciated. FYI)
^Pixies – Stormy Weather^


Someone informed me that they fuckin finally finished their motherfucking story that they have been working on. Motherfucking CHEERS are in order here!!!

Congrats to you!

Just in time for Christmas!

😉

Have a song young lady!

^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^


Have a fabulous fucking foosday fuckheads!

^Nine Inch Nails – The Perfect Drug^


OH! And eye have “one for the road.”

^Arcade Fire – Reflektor^

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*Still floating on air, Clicky?*

Missive From ‘Merica: A Question of Time…

Ah, Dear Reader, there you are! Happy World Autism Awareness Day…

Autism is due to a combination of genetic and environmental factors. Some cases are strongly associated with certain infections during pregnancy including rubella and use of alcohol or cocaine.

Phew! Not caused by smoking. Not yet anyways…

More good news! The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive to savour, ponder and enjoy… Take your time 😀

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Howdy! It’s been a while. Depending on your personal definition of “a while”…but in my estimation…yes…it’s been a while. A while since I wrote one of these things. 3 weeks by my estimation. Today is April 1st of 2017, and it’s currently 21:56 where I am. I have no idea where you are, or what time it is when you are, nor when you are reading this wherever you are. But I assume that you are reading this…whoever you are.

So…let’s start this particular journey off with a new “paradox” that is being touted by certain scientists/thinkers.

“If you invent a time machine, you will not be able to travel further back in time prior to the time machine being invented.”

I say…horseshit.

^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^

Think of it like this…if you invent a time machine…this means, that as soon as it is “invented?” Yeah…you will pour through that time simultaneously upon creation.

Or at least…someone/something will.

Meaning: As soon as that time machine is created, all kinds of shit is going to happen…right…fucking…then.

But more than that? Weird shit is going to start happening, leading up to, and right up to that “time of time-machine creation.”

Why?

Creation is a process.

Now that we’ve got that “paradox” solved…let’s get even weirder.

All kinds of people are gonna wanna know how I arrived at this “conclusion” of mine.

Here’s the simple version…”Time-Travel”…already exists. And you don’t need a machine to travel through time, nor even to manipulate and control time. Those pathways already exist. All you need, is a bead on where you want to go.

Oh...and "why" might be important as well.
^Hybrid. Blackout Y4K Edit^

This is some weird shit for some Okie hick to be thinking about, eh?

Yeah well…I’ve been thinking about this shit for most of my life. A lot of other weird assed shit as well.

I just never talked about it before.

Not really something that many people have any interest in.

Especially in these parts.

As I wrote previously, when I was a kid, I was faced with a horrible paradox of my own.

“YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE THINKING ABOUT SUCH THINGS!!! LET ALONE…TALKING ABOUT THEM!!!”

Q: How do you not think about something that you have already thought about?

A: Time.
^Massive Attack feat. Mos Def – I Against I^

So anyway…yeah…we’ve invented a time machine that some sciences/scientists say can only travel backwards in time to the point in time of it’s own conception.

 Hmmm...you sure the fuck are making a lot of assumptions about time there.

Nevermind the assumptions that you are making about the machine itself. And, brothers and sisters, I’m getting pretty fucking detailed with my analysis of the machine itself. And I mean on the atomic/molecular levels, as detailed as origins of each and every molecule and atom and other sub-atomic particles within the machine’s parts and materials themselves. Just keep in mind, that in my personal thinking in these veins, I operate under the guise that information is NEVER lost in particles of matter. That matter remembers not only what it is, but what it has interacted with, and when, and where…and perhaps even…why.

Yep…”why” matter “A” has interacted with matter “B”…and all the other details of that interaction.

Information preservation…The Universe is big on it.

^Underworld – King Of Snake (Everything…)^

So now that we are thinking about matter in terms of “Universal Age”…meaning that you may actually be dealing with a particle of matter that has been around for countless ages within time, at the same time that you are dealing with a particle of matter that has only been around for a few thousand years. Maybe even a few thousand days.

To relate…there is a movie called “Interstellar” where the heroes of the story visit a planet with a massive amount of gravity, and the movie tells us that time changes radically for those who visit the planet itself, as well as for those who stay behind in orbit.

This is going to be both possible AND impossible, because time is contextual AND flexible AND simultaneous.

For the purposes of the story/movie, I kinda let it slide…but not really. Gravity and time are not mutually exclusive nor mutually inclusive. They are both and/or either.

EX: The movie itself has only a coupla hours to tell it’s story. A story of time and dimensionality. Nevermind all of the usual “humans going extinct/Earth dying” bullshit that it attempts to address. Oh…and there are some jabs at religion and government in there. Lotta shit to try and cover when telling the story of an entire species through the eyes of basically a father and his daughter.

What this story neglects to include, is the time and times of the travelers themselves. Nevermind their ships and all the superfluous crap they brought with them. As if there is some kind of transcendent barrier out there that allows for the entirety of the rules to change for one set, and remain constant for the other. When the reality is, that there are not two groups…there is only one. If you stop thinking matter, and start thinking energy/energies…and then get back to matter, and then add those two together…we’re right back where we never should have left in the first place when investigating this shit…one.

^Underworld – Scribble^

I think this is why science has such a hard time understanding the quanta. The flips that happen within the rule/rules sets are simultaneous. Singular…even. One this way…one that way…at the same time, and at different times. All you gotta do is add some motion there, and you’ll see what the gate is always backwards “on the other side.” Because it is not only backwards, it’s backwards AND forwards. It depends on the point of origin AND the destination. Because if you actually travel that path, they are simultaneous. So if you can get your head wrapped around THAT concept…now you are gonna REALLY start thinking about time. Yer gonna have to. Because you are already thinking about distances and speeds. 😉

So yeah…never leave time out…ever.

And now that you are seeing that cyclonic from view A, is anticyclonic from view B…now let’s get even weirder…it both…on both sides…all at the same time.

Q: Why?

A: It’s a question of access. By who, why, and when.

^R.E.M. – The Great Beyond (Hybrid Remix)^

So now that we have successfully invented our time machine, and the entirety of everyone who ever would access this machine and it’s network has simultaneously poured out of this gateway at the instant of it’s creation…can you see maybe why these pathways not only exist, but are off limits? Sound familiar? Almost as if someone has done this before? Sound much like “rules going out the window” at different points within science and it’s findings? And yet…science and scientists still want to know why this happens.

Stop for a second and think about this…are we here? Are you happy to be here?

Are you pleased with this environment and the way things work?

So yeah…find the beginning, and you simultaneously find the end.

Better be sure of which end you found and where.

^Pendulum – In Silico (Full Album)^

Something else that you need to think about and never forget as you are thinking about and never forgetting time…we are already traveling through it. All kinds of energies and matter of all types and sizes moving all kinds of ridiculous speeds from fast to fastest to slow to slowest. Some of these energies and matters move at speeds so ridiculously fast, that they appear to not move at all. Does any of this sound familiar?

Sure that you want to “tap into” that concept touted as “The Source?”

I don't think a tap is mandatory.

That said, I don’t make “the rules.” I wouldn’t even know what they were even if I knew what they were…which I don’t. But there goddamn sure seems to be some guidelines. Guides…even.

Did you just roll your eyes?

Me too.

lolz

LEARNING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN GODDAMNIT!!!

(nod to the movie "Bull Durham" there)

THIS GAME IS FUN GODDAMNIT!!!

lolz
^Knife Party – Abandon Ship Full Album [HD]^

OK so yeah…I may have figured out a thing or three. Maybe even more than that. What I HAVE NOT found tho? A practical application of knowing these things. I mean, we’re here…it’s happening. The practical application of these things…that is.

Q: If you have to “provoke” someone or something…are your methods and intentions sound?

A: Only you can answer this.

You pretty much had me at “provoke” or “provoked.”

OH! Encouragement? Yeah right.

Fear is a shitty motivator, irrespective of use. Meaning making someone fear to do something, or fear to not do something? Same shit.

^Deadmau5 full album 4X4=12 [Full CD]^

One day a coupla years ago, one of my nieces was talking with my daughter, and I overheard my neice say…

“I pray every night for God to just let me forget everything that I know.”

😦

God almighty. It has gnawed at me for years since hearing her say that.

I used to do that. I used to pray to die, forget, not know, unknow…whatever.

Just...something. Anything.

But at some point in my life, I was like…”WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE HERE! I’M DOING THIS WRONG!!!” I am who I am, and I can’t change that nor my past anymore than I can predict the future. I just gotta use what I got, as best I can. That’s when I started “The Gingerbread House of Horrors.” I mean, all this bad shit has happened…why not use it. And NOT in the way that I am being told to use it. Don’t use it to beat myself up with nor mope around in regret all of the time. Study it…and not “what went wrong.” Start with “what went right.”

We already have a good fucking bead on what went wrong.

^Futuria – (1 HOUR OF DARK DEADMAU5 SONGS)^


There’s your goddamn deadmau5. 😉

^One Hour Mix of Arabic Trance Music – Ancient Egypt – Vol. II^

I dunno. Lotta shit had started to make sense to me with respect to a lot of shit that has really kinda always made sense to me. Not that I’m not still equally perplexed and flummoxed…because I am. But I am not the “BEND TO MY WILL!!!!” type of person that some I encounter are. I don’t see The Universe nor anything in it as “something to be ruled.” Not in the manner in which many if not most mean “rule.” I’m better as the floating member of the support team. Help you build some of your dreams, crush other ones. BUT! I’ll always have an alternate dream for you in the event of a crushing. I only use that term because about the only time that “dreams” have adjectives is of the adverb/more of a verb type of adjective. Good, bad, nightmare, came true/come true, in progress, abandoned.

How sad. To treat dreams that way.

😦

To treat dreams that way…is to treat others in that same way.

Even if it yourself treating yourself that way.

😦
^Zardonic – Vulgar Display Of Bass Full Album^

When I talk about myself and my “I, me, my” kinda mode of writing…I am simply trying to relate my experience(s) to similar experience(s). And I’ve seen a SHITLOAD of FUCKTONS of those similarities in others. Why wouldn’t I? Granted, there are some major differences, and some experiences to which only I am privy. But most of that shit tends to be on the “really good ends” and “really bad ends” of the spectrum. I dunno…I gots no answers on how to deal with shit that you may be going through. But I can tell you that the experience of it, is worth anything and everything. And yes, that includes all kinds of pain and pains. There is no separation between “physical” and “mental” pain(s). Pain is pain, and hurt hurts. If you have a great life…good for you. Fucking GREAT for you. Srsly. I’m happy you’re happy. Just don’t try and beat me over the head with “you need to be happy goddamnit!!!” I hate that shit. Before you know it…you are telling me “be this” or “be that” or “be this AND that”…and I’ll be all like…”Ummm…do I need to be here for this?”

^All Knife Party Songs And Remixes In 1080p!^

I’m sorry…did you wanna talk about this shit or not?

Yeah?

Too late.

It's 23:33 on 2017.04.01.

Gotta run.

😉

❤

^DAVID HOLMES – COME GET IT I GOT IT !^


cYa
cFa

^David Holmes – Tess^

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*That’s what you got from that Clicky?*

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over… And Out

Welp (as the The Okie Devil might say)… This is the final installment of the Massive Missive he sent through last weekend…

*I had to split it up, Clicky… nine fucking pages!*

*/:D… Yes, yes it is…*

 

 

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If you wanna see a cyclonic body of whatever turning in an anti-cyclonic rotation, all ya gotta do is flip the fucking thing. If you wanna see an anti-cyclonic body of whatever turning in a cyclonic rotation, all ya gotta do is flip the fucking thing. So why wouldn’t there be both cyclonic and anti-cyclonic whatevers in that whatever body of whatevers that are turning whatever whichaway?

Oh yeah…detection…detectable…verifiable…proof.

Hmmm…it occurs to me that these cyclonic and anti-cyclonic bodies that a sometimes rotating in a more succinct environment, location and/or situation(s)? Yeah…that shit is always happening somewhere, and maybe always happening in that same somewhere…it’s just…less detectable. Like laylines or some shit. I mean…even the most firm of foundations needs a base right?

Q: What is that base made of?

A: Lemme guess...bases?

Pretty dynamic for static eh?

^The Prodigy – Diesel Power^


That “unexpected persistence” that I’ve been thinking about? It got me to thinking last night about “microscopic fractures and fracturing.” That got me to thinking about Diamonds. I mean, isn’t there something about even the most perfect of diamonds requires some sort of flaw in order to make it’s perfection perfect? So if we think about fracturing as breathing, in certain instances anyway, that might help give us a better bead as to purpose, purposes, and purposing. No…not porpoising. That’s too similar to Roob’s assistant “Clicky”…but supposedly he’s a Space Dolphin with a JetPack. I guess there’s some VTOL and thrust-vectoring thinking that went into a jetpack that a dolphin can wear.

Anyway…so yeah…also…

Porpoising
What Is Porpoising
Porpoising
Ground Effect (Cars)
Ground Effect (Aerodynamics)
Mach Number
Inverse
Inverse Hyperbolic Function
Catenary
Disconnection

WHAT THE FUCK!!! That…is the first result when using Wikipedia’s own search function? Why isn’t the disambiguation page first? That’s fucking weird. Prolly a reason tho…so let’s onward eh?

Disconnection (Disambiguation)
Connected Space (Redirected from Disconnected space)
Dutch Roll
Multifariousness
Multifariousness
Multifarious

Welp, nothing like a little disambiguation to make the ambiguous disambiguous. Ambiguously so. In a muddled but clear kinda way.

^MC 900 Ft. Jesus with DJ Zero – UFO’s Exhibit B (1990)^


If you want answers…you came to the wrong place.

Someone’s got em tho.

Maybe you have them.

BUMRUSH!!!
^But If You Go un-aired video^

I guess maybe if you think about a simultanousness, in both directions at the same time, that is in fact, only moving one direction? Maybe that’ll help. Maybe think of the blade(s) of a propeller on an aircraft? Or the blades inside of a jet engine? Ir maybe the blades on a ceiling fan? Once these blades reach a certain speed, or when viewed at certain angles at certain speeds? We can seem them change direction rapidly. Or at least…they appear to. And thinking about it now, and how one direction appears one direction from one direction…and yet that same direction appears to be one direction from another direction…I see the wheel within the wheel…that is really…the wheels within the wheel. Maybe a metaphor for balance and balancing contextually, but at the same time…something that is just as real as anything else. Which makes me think about light, and the many things that not only make it up, but also travel within and through the light.

Q: How much light is in dirt?

A: !!!

Dark matter. Does it matter how dark it is to dark matter when you can’t see it? Or when you can?

^sacrament 12 7 15 Lrg^


Can light bounce off of water? Does light bounce off of water? Is light energy…or light? What about when it’s dark?

Maybe…even light needs a break now and then.

Maybe…even heat needs a break now and then.

Maybe…even cold needs a break now and then.

Maybe…even a break needs a break now and then.

Maybe…even a brake needs a break now and then.

Q: What “forces” Nitrogen into and/or out of the bloodstream?

A: ???

Q: What does like seek?

A: According to Richard Bach..."like seeks like."

Sounds legit. 😉

Maybe Nitrogen seeks Nitrogen.

Especially under “extreme” and/or “unusual” circumstances.

Maybe all kinds of elements do this.

Maybe it’s how they “seek balance” in nature.

Al most as if to say…”y0! Something is outta wack here! Anyone out there like me that can help me figure this shit out?”

Just sayin.

Maybe it’s that way, or even similar, for all kinds of shit, in all kinds of ways.

Maybe that can help us to understand like and unlike.

I mean…how do you know, until, and when, and if, and unless…you do?

Never know until you try.

And even if you don’t try, you still know…right?

I mean…correct?

No?

Incorrect?

  Maybe?

I dunno…I just work here.

^cEvin Key – Music For Cats^


I think I just invented “UI”…Uninformed Intelligence.

I AM WIN!

LOL! WUT?

I AM WIN!

^Siouxsie And The Banshees – The Best Of (Full Album)^


I need to get outta here. Roob is gonna prolly hate me forever for writing all this shit and then dumping it on her to edit while she is busy trying to write her own shiznit for the next Underdog Anthology.

But…I guess we shall see, an all counts.

!Heh...HeH...heH!
^Download – Sidewinder – Full Album^


c\Y/a
c/F\a

^Legendary Pink Dots “9 Lives To Wonder” 1994 (Full album)^

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*You know, Clicky, next time he probably make it, what, ten… eleven pages long…*

*Ha! Yeah, I wouldn’t be at all surprised…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over… (C*nt.)

* Yesterday was 'Cont.' Today, Dear Reader, you can choose to replace with a, e, i or u. If you wanna /shrugs...

On International Wimmin’s Day, the LoL headline of the day…

*/sticks finger in ear…*

And news just in…

*I’ve been to Gozo…*

*That’s Gozer, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

And Finally…

*Potassium Permanganate? Oxidizing tit rant… /O: No way!*

There follows the next installment of Cade’s Massive Missive…

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If I’m listening to music, that was created and performed by someone on drugs…does that mean that I am on drugs via proxy? I’m just asking because, I listen to some weird-assed music, and I don’t take drugs, and I’m very weird. Or so I’m told. I guess I need to get around to dropping acid one of these days to see what all the hubbub is about.

Or I could just get drunk.

That would be my first preference.

But yeah…weird shit makes me feel normal. Like staring at a patch of cement and trying to find patterns. They’re there…you just gotta take the time to look for them. But…not everyone is into staring at shit, trying to find the impossible in the possible. Is that weird or what?

^cEvin Key – Full Circle^

When thinking about strings and stings in String Theory, um...

Q: Who says that the “strings” are always broken, and that the “stings” are broken strings?

A: ?¿?

I guess I’m trying to limit, so as to open, so that there are less limits. It seems to me, that the more that we omit from inclusion, while at the same as including for omission? I dunno, maybe there is something to be said about including via omission. Almost has a…Quantum Mechanics kinda…”ring” to it.

^Death in June – The Calling (Mk II) – 1985.wmv^

Q: If science is perspective based, why is it so exclusionary with respect to perspective(s)?

A: !¿?¿!

I was watching a video one day, that was supposed to be showing an alien craft rising up out of the water near a fishing boat out somewhere in the ocean, then zooming off a ludicrous speed. (No, it did not actually turn plaid) But anyway…it got me to thinking about light and matter, which…in this particular instance…got me to thinking about the concept of wormholes.

Q: What would be the safest and most efficient method of traveling space at any speed?

A: Relativistically.

Simple.

If your craft needs to be huge…make it huge.

If your craft needs to be small…make it small.

Size becomes relative at this point.

EX: A grain of sand or rock or whatever, out in outer-space, that is traveling at 50k mph or more, is going to basically burn right through your vessel. So…what if your vessel was the same size as that grain of sand or rock?

Thinking about quantum mechanics, and how everything seems to be backwards on the micro & below scale(s)…wouldn’t there tend to be a erm…”projective type of interaction that, based on the laws of conservation of energy, would actually work within the laws of nature to prevent those two objects from colliding? Irrespective of speed(s)?

Maybe this is where Einstein was wrong, and at the same time, right…about a particle achieving infinite mass upon approaching the speed of light. Wouldn’t there be a kind of funneling and rippling there? Similar to what happens as an aircraft approaches “the sound barrier?”

I’ve long held, that if the sound barrier can be broken, so can “the speed of light.” That the speed of light is contextual…just like everything else.

Maybe this explains why commercial pilots don’t age in the same way that most humans do.

That there is layer upon layer, of the same ol shit…but it’s operating in different times, in different ways, for different reasons…all at the same time as everything else. But still, in their own time and times.

^The Prodigy – Narayan^


I got the idea about “less stingy stings on strings” after watching the image above.
Towards the center, below the event horizon, there are the loops/bands that expand rapidly and then “collapse back inwards.” So that got me to thinking about Kundalini and/or “Kundalini Energy”…and thinking….

“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there?”

“hrmmm…what if there was a twist there that kept twisting?”

I’m thinking this and these things, because I think that I see how time, contextually, can be so confusing.

When including time as the all in the all, everything else is omitted.

 Meaning...times.

This would explain to me why carbon dating might be highly effective and reliable in some contexts, and yet reliability goes right out the fucking window in others. And not necessary application and purpose. But if you think in terms of application(s) and purpose(s)…maybe that’ll help.

Q: How does Carbon Based Carbon Dating, using Carbon from Earth/Terra, help us date rock on Mars?

A: ???¿¿¿

Similarness? Or sameness? Identically?

I mean…we’re from the same fucking Solar System right? What about those objects that are NOT from our solar system. Meaning, their origins are from elsewhere? Thinking about friction and magnetism, and swirling those around in “The Big Bang”…I see something quite entirely different than a single singularity that “started it all” from “everything, becomes nothing, becomes everything. I’m seeing…erm…all of those “sacred shapes” and “sacred symbols” and “sacred numbers”…and a whole lot more. My thoughts on crystalline shapes/structures using non-crystalline materials kinda helps me out there. But also those thoughts that I have had about “things coming together for very long periods of time.” The LHC…for example.

^The Prodigy – Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)^


Not to change the subject, but yeah, I’m gonna change the subject.

Wait…wut wuz I talking aboot?

Women? No…that ain’t it.

BUT! I do need to remember to say Happy Birthday to someone on Monday.

But yeah…erm…something…I was talking about it.

Prolly nothing.

Meh.
^Pendulum – Slam [HD – 320kbps]^

I guess I’m thinking about information and energy preservation, and how it works. Yeah sure…it works…that’s the best part. But if we are tinkering with that base, even if we are pretty goddamn sure how it works, and we are confident that “we can tap into it”…erm…quick question…

Q: Didn’t we just establish that we are already tapped into it?

A: !!!

Yeah…I’m an assole. A prick, even. But not a big one. Cause I have a mediocre sized penis. Must be my ego or something.

FUCK!!!

I’m lost again. I have no idea what I was talking about, or why, nor even to who.

I mean…you might be some official Japanese Ninja, with official Japanese Ninja Certification, just LOOKING for someone to piss you off so that you can bury a throwing star or two in their skull.

The Internet: A creepy place full of creepy creeps.

Anyone who thinks that prolly lives in a gated community.

^Melleefresh & Deadmau5 – Hey Baby (Original Mix)^

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*Fuck! It was JennyBurger’s birthday yesterday… I forgot…*

*True, she won’t mind…*

Tune in tomorrow, Dear Reader, for even more of the Okie Devil’s weekend musings. But if you can’t wait, try this.

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over… (Cont.)

Before we get on to the next part of The Okie Devil’s massive weekend missive, just a reminder, Dear Reader, that tomorrow is ‘National No Smoking Day‘ in the UK…

*Yep, I know Clicky… The wankers can fuck right off…*

*Oi! No, don’t use that! Use this…*

*/Deep drag… Fuck. Right. Off…*

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I noticed that someone Re-Tweeted a Tweet from Donald Trump today, and that Tweet caught my eye. It appears that the new President has accused the old President of tapping the new President’s phones back during the pre-election campaigning period..before the current President was even President…as the month of October was mentioned, which would be pre-Election Day.

Q: Um…ain’t that shit over with?

A: ???

It’s over. You won. Get over it.

I mean, it’s not like The NSA listens to every fucking phone call on Earth or anything. It’s not like The FBI reads every fucking e-mail on Earth or anything. God only knows what The CIA is doing. Not to mention all of those other Federal Agencies that are doing God knows what, God knows how, to God knows who.

Who gives a shit?

Right?

^David Bowie “The Heart’s Filthy Lesson”^

I mean seriously…who in the FUCK do I turn to, if someone is tapping my phone? Because I have a feeling, that I’m gonna meet myself coming, but it ain’t gonna be me nor anyone who represents me. Even tho, that’s what they are gonna say. What in the FUCK would China or Russia or Israel or any other fucking fucks in some other country want to know what in the flying fuck I am talking about, and who I am talking about it to? They couldn’t give two shits what I have to say, much less who I say it to.

I guess that’s the problem with “the psy game”…you can’t trust anyone. And even if you can today, what about tomorrow?

Yeah…so…a system built on lies and deception = FAIL!

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Barry Adamson – Something Wicked This Way Comes^


I am privy to all kinds of wisdom that I’d rather not be privy to.

Things like…

“Her ass looks like 2 elephants fighting in a sack!”

or…

“Her ass looks like 50-pounds of chewed bubblegum in a 10-pound sack!”

I guess that was someone’s way of telling me which asses “looked good” and which asses “looked bad.” Not like that really matters. I mean, if they don’t want you touching them, what’s the point of trying to make someone feel worse? Because they won’t put out for you? Jesus. If I had a nickle for every woman on Earth/Terra would wouldn’t put out for me? I’d a have a fuckton of nickles. But…I’m not perfect. Even in my brokenness…I’m not perfect. Even the unbroke parts.

Talk about a thought that will take someone from joy to suicide real fuckin fast?
Yeah…harp on the shit that people can’t change.

Or…those things that they might be able to change…but you won’t be there to see it.

Be nice.

I have that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.

Not really.

Now…fuck off to the next paragraph…but do it in an orderly fashion. 😛

^cevin key – frozen sky^

LET GET SOME RANDOM WIKIPEDIA GOIN ON UP IN DIS HIZZAY!!!

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Sabrina Sidney – a British foundling girl taken in when she was 12 by author Thomas Day, who wanted to mould her into his perfect wife. Day had been struggling to find a wife who would share his ideology and had been rejected by several women.
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Bridget Neval – a retired Australian/Canadian actress. She has been in various television programs including Wicked Science but is most famous for her portrayal of Lana Crawford in Neighbours.
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Alain Boghossian – a retired French-Armenian football player, who played as a midfielder; he is currently serving as an assistant coach for the French national team.
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Listed buildings in Penrith, Cumbria – a town and an unparished area in the Eden District, Cumbria, England. It contains 189 listed buildings that are recorded in the National Heritage List for England. Of these, five are listed at Grade I, the highest of the three grades, 23 are at Grade II*, the middle grade, and the others are at Grade II, the lowest grade.
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Toxoscelus – a genus of beetles in the family Buprestidae, containing the following species. (…? You’re gonna have to click that  – Ed)
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12-Crown-4 – a crown ether with the formula C8H16O4. It is a cyclic tetramer of ethylene oxide which is specific for the lithium cation.
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Tegegne Bezabeh – a retired Ethiopian sprinter. He competed at the 1964, 1968 and 1972 Olympics in the 400 m event with the best achievement of sixth place in 1968.
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Trylon and Perisphere (Homeland) – the second episode of the fourth season of the American television drama series Homeland and the 38th episode overall. It premiered on Showtime on October 5, 2014, airing back-to-back with the season’s first episode, “The Drone Queen.”
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Albert Hetterle – a German actor who also became a Berlin theatre director.
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Mausam River – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mausam_River – a river in Nashik District in Maharashtra, India. It is a left tributary of the Girna River.
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Erhan Mašović – a Serbian footballer who plays for Čukarički.
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Herring Island – an Antarctic rocky island, 3.7 km (2 nmi) long, lying 1.9 km (1 nmi) east of Cloyd Island in the south part of the Windmill Islands. It was first mapped from air photos taken by USN Operation Highjump and Operation Windmill in 1947 and 1948.
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Articles of Association – a document which, along with the memorandum of association (in cases where the memorandum exists) form the company’s constitution, defines the responsibilities of the directors, the kind of business to be undertaken, and the means by which the shareholders exert control over the board of directors.
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Mandhata Singh – an Indian politician. He was elected to the Lok Sabha, the lower house of the Parliament of India from the Lucknow constituency of Uttar Pradesh in 1989 as a member of the Janata Dal.
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So yeah…that “Herring Island” that came up? Yeah…the “Operation Highjump” caught my eye…but then, as the name itself sunk in, and I started to think “commercial fishing” and shit like that? It occurred to me…”wait…WUT?!?!?” The island is named for the guy that took the pictures of the island…Lt. Charles C.

Herring, USN.

What are the odds?

And then…

if THAT wasn’t enough…

the very next random article was “Articles of Association?!?!?

WTF?!?!?!?

What are the odds?

😉
^cEvin Key – Wind on Small Paws (Unofficial)^

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*Indeed, Clicky…*

More missive tomorrow, but if you are need of a little extra Cade today, may I suggest Dear Reader pops over to his blog where he’s written some more…

*Nope, not jealous at all! In fact I’ve doubled my story word count, Clicky… I’m on a roll…*

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over…

Wednesday Evening

“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me.  He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.

“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.

He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”

“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”

Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.

“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”

He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”

“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.

Saturday Night

I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀

“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”

I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…

*Heh Heh Heh…*

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It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!

Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.

^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^

There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.

And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.

Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!

^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^


Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.

But if you will also notice...

All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.

That's what I'm seeing anyway.
^ZZ Top-La Grange Gayageum ver. by Luna^


How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfucking P.

The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.

Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.
  • One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
  • Lift passes.
  • Skis/boots/poles.
  • Warm clothes.
  • Money to facilitate the above.

TA DA!!!

Simple.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^


As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.

So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.

Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).

So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of

“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”

Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…

“Holy FUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”

Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.

There’s always a better way.

These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.

Q: Now what?

A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.
^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^

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*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*

Cade… Have a Song 😉

 

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Y’all Ready For This?

Apols, Dear Reader but eyes elsewhere, head stuck a in story for The Underdog Anthology Vol. 2. Story numero uno has been written, submitted and accepted for inclusion by The Underdog *…/Whoops loudly…*

 …But the deadline has been shortened for story number two. That is where I’m at. To cover my embarrassment at not posting for a whole week, Cade the Okie Devil has graciously stepped in and provided The LoL with another stimulating missive to keep us all enthralled…

… Hold on to your hats, chaps… It’s a doozy… *Hit it, Clicky!*

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D_ERF. WEAR_DAT_AT_B_AT?

TRANSLATION: The Earth. Where Is It/Where Is It At/Where is that at, at?

The easy answer is “here.”
But you are there, and I am here.
So yeah, it can be, and is, here and there at the same time.
Here and here…even.

^Alex Gaudino & Shena – Watch Out HD^

So…there was a little girl walking home from school one day, when a boy stopped her, and told her…
“I’ll pay you a nickle to climb that telephone pole.”
She agreed, climbed the telephone pole, he paid her the nickle, and she went home. Upon arriving home, she told her mother…
“MOM! A boy from school paid me a nickle to climb a telephone pole!”
Here mother told her sternly…
“Don’t you know that he only did that so he could see your panties?!?!?”
So the next day, the little girl is walking home from school again, the little boy stops her again, and again…offers her a nickle to climb the telephone pole. When the little girl arrives home, she tells her mother, that the little boy paid her another nickle to climb the telephone pole.
Her mother shouts at her angrily…
“DIDN’T I TELL YOU YESTERDAY THAT HE ONLY DOES THAT TO SEE YOUR PANTIES?!?!?!”
The little girl responds…
“Yeah. But I tricked him. I didn’t wear any panties to school today.”
^DyE – Fantasy – Official Video^

OK…so…ur asking yorselfies…”wut duh FUK iz dat awl aboots?”


Welp…the short is…a song.

^Pet Shop Boys – Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money) (Version 2) (HD)^

More on that, would be and is…some thoughts from Hugo’s Probe as to my comment about viewing The United States as anything but “The Land of Opportunity” in my life.

^Psychedelic Trance 2016 / 2017 Mix part 7 [Festivals / Hoop Dance / Belly Dance]^

The long would be…or might be…maybe a question from The Whatever However Hotline.

Q: Cade, What is your fascination with Nitrogen?

A: Welp…”The Bends” would be the short of that, with maybe a note and a nod to pressure(s) and bone(s)….and maybe even a question of my own. So yeah…Leukemia. And Cancer(s).

Q: Why is Nitrogen so “stable?”

A: ?¿?

So let’s think about that a bit, and make an assumption that Nitrogen, is anything but stable. Why and how? Easy…

TEMPO_RARE-E_STATES_UV_MATTER.

As I was writing that little play on words, I debated on using “OF” or “UV” there, as I have previously used both. But thinking about Nitrogen under pressure in aircraft tires, and thinking about energy/energies and spin(s) with respect to temperature(s) and light, and the direction and directions of aircraft tire rotation(s) as they are retracted into and/or extended out of an aircraft…welp…there’s a lot to think about there when you start to factor in the outside and inside air/airs and gasses. Because we have a lot of shit in motion…and I ain’t just talking about the status of the lavs on the aircraft. So let’s cut to the chase…and get right to “the answer(s).”

A: Negligible.

When, where, for how long, and why. And let’s go ahead and introduce that peskiest of interrogatives…”if.”

^Aurora covers Massive Attack ‘Teardrop’ for triple j’s Like A Version^

X: Did you just shush me?
Cade: No. But I will if you don’t be quiet.
X: …

I’m actually laughing like a hyena at that one. I try to weave humor into my writing when and where I can. But the problem with me writing at all…is that I don’t want to be writing at all. Why? Because I doubt myself. As the character “Al Swearengen” from the HBO series “Deadwood” would say…

“I work better closer in.”

Except when dealing with…erm…I honestly do not know how to say this without sounding like a fucking egotistical asshole…so I’ll just say it…

“Except dealing with those things, which most people that I have encountered in my life, have no interest in whatsoever.”

The kinds of things that, when you try and talk to others about? They look at you like you are a fucking alien, and then tend to follow that up with “What in the FUCK planet are you from?”

There is no answer to that. And only because the conversation stops there.

^CAMPFIRE COOKING IN THE WILD – ALASKA^

So looking at the image above, and thinking about velocity and acceleration...

Q: What is the opposite of Acceleration?

A: ??? I dunno either. ???

Q: What is the opposite of Velocity?

A: Philosoraptor?

Alright…so lets think of Velocity and Acceleration together as VA/AV and AV/VA instead of their individual components.

Q 01: What is balance?
Q 02: When is balance?
Q 03: What is balance and when?
Q 04: When is balance and what?

If you’ve already answered this/these questions in previous findings, then why are they no longer relevant? When are they no longer relevant? Why are they, suddenly…relevant?

The best I got to answer that?

Yep.

You guessed it…time.

^Grimes – Oblivion^

DUDE! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE….TIME, tIME, tiME, timE, time?!?!?!?

Because I think it important to consider the fact that time was a consideration upon creation.

I include it.

It’s included.

Why do you leave it out?

When something is created, if time is not a consideration, from…to…and through…I’m betting you are gonna see some gaps there.

When?

Irony much?
^Eric Prydz – Call On Me (Original Mix)^


So yeah…VA/AV + AV/VA = Wobble. (base)

(VA/AV + AV/VA) + (AV/VA + VA/AV)
+
(AV/VA + VA/AV) + (VA/AV + AV/VA)
=
[(VA/AV + AV/VA) + (AV/VA + VA/AV)] + [(AV/VA + VA/AV) + (VA/AV + AV/VA)]
=
Time

Time for each, time from each.

If you assume, that an Oxygen atom on Earth/Terra is always going to be identical, to an Oxygen atom on Mars or some other planet or solar body…you just negated the entirety of existence.

Exist-Tense.

Time is important.

Friction, is also important.

So maybe if you think about creation and destruction as ongoing? It’ll be easier to understand why “The Big Bang” is still happening, and the role of “The Big Swirl” within “The Big Bang” and vice versa.

Life…might help out there as to how destruction works within the construct of creation, and how the two are separate, and yet the same, at different places, at different times.

I mean…if you are destroying…for the sake of creation…didn’t you just find what you were looking for?

Meaning: The conditions that existed right after “The Big Bang?”

Two Words: Red Shift/Blue Shift
^Why Are We Here? – Episode 1 – Red vs. Blue Season 1^

Are you crazy? Just a suggestion…but if you are completely nuts in a sane world, and want to be sane yourself?

Surround yourself with crazy shit.

Not that it’ll make you sane or anything according to “the sane people” who keep telling you that you are insane…but it may help you.

And what is…”crazy stuff”…you might ask.

      Welp…think of it like this.

Yer feeling crazy right?

You’re wanting to feel sane right?

Sane <> Pain.
Pain <> Sane.

It’s a good place to start anyway.

I mean…you are hurting already right?

And others are telling you that you are hurting them by not being normal and/or sane?

Welp…I’m not in the habit of dictating morals. There are enough motherfuckers on this planet that already have a monopoly on that shit, and then some.

However…taking a moment or two, to discern for yourself, what you consider “sane” and “insane” might just help.

See how crazy that can get all of sudden?

You would be surrounding yourself, with the same shit you are prolly already surrounded by.

So yeah…maybe not trying to be “the bigger person” or “the better person”…and maybe just be yourself. It ain’t easy, I’m aware of that…but what I don’t know is you and your personal situation. And more than that, I never can if you are no longer with us.

Take that for what it’s worth, because I’m not on some quest to get to know every single motherfucker on this planet.

But I do have a desire to reach out as best I can, and meet the need and needs that are unmet, even if that is just to say “Howdy! I’m listening.”

❤
^Ohgr – Lusid^

Yeah…I’m not much to look at…so…listening…I’m good at it. Or at least, I strive to be. I guess one of the problems that I face, is when someone asks me a question that can be answered with a pretty succinct, generally accepted type of answer. My goal is to know how to custom tailor that answer specifically for you and your needs. That’s a toughie. Prolly why cliches are so popular. Time is important anyway, and we never have enough of it. So the cliches tell us anyway. But I guess it’s kinda like being given a single seed to start a new life. When we are thinking in terms of “BUT…I Want A Garden!!!” …taking the time to explain things like…”But I just gave you one”…and then taking the time to explain the hows and whys. How that plant will grow, how it will mature, and how it itself will produce even more seeds. You can then take those seeds, and begin your garden.

Funny…”can’t see the forest for the trees?”

“Can’t see the garden for the seeds?”

Or something…???

I dunno…I guess my point is, that when someone sees something in their mind, and have a desire to pursue that dream, I guess I get lost trying to understand how someone does not work with that dream even tho it may not be our dream. I guess I’m thinking of my role as “a child then” and “a parent now” in that, I only want to do the best that I can to help my children understand how important it is to me that they always be themselves. That they belong to themselves, and always have.

So yeah…if anyone is wondering what the point of me writing all of this nonsense is? Welp, when you are told time again that “you prolly ain’t gonna make it this time”…and then at some point you are like…”wow…shit just got real…I better prepare”…and that’s what I am trying to do. Leaving something for my children, and even whatshername, and anyone else who might find any of this shit helpful…a trail. Yes…it’s my trail. But I have figured out a thing or two in my life, that others found helpful for them, that I custom tailored to work in my life, all from that original seed, that grew and produced much more than I ever would have imagined.

My goal is to pass that on.

DIY->PIO

Do It Yourself…Pass It On

^ohGr – Pissage^


I’ve had some comments to the effect of “your stuff is difficult to read.”

I’ve thought about that quite a bit.

I guess maybe because most who read this shit, may not think that I am actually this hard on myself. But I am. Internally? It’s brutal. A bloodbath.

But that keeps me straight. It reminds me of what I want to be…and what I do not want to be…all at the same time.

And I’m not saying that all of my bullshit is anything particularly extraordinary. But we seem to live in a world that is failure based, based on, failure at the end.

I flipped that.

I assume that everything that I do will be judged as a failure, and on occasion, I am pleasantly surprised.

Plan For The Worst…Hope For The Best.

We’ll know when and if we know…ya know?

^Benny Benassi – Satisfaction^

Once something is eliminated…now what are you planning on doing? I mean, have you really considered what you have waded through to isolate a certain something, just to eliminate that certain something that you are certain is the cause of all of your woes? What is that certain something connected to, and what is connected to it?

I’ve proposed some ideas about “hugging your fear” instead of trying to isolate and eliminate it. I mean, if it’s afraid, why not try and console it? Threaten to drive it to McDonalds and drown it with a chocolate shake. Take it on vacation and threaten to feed it to the sharks. Take it to the local amusement park and scare the shit out of it on some rides that you would never have previously even considered riding. You know you better than anyone…why wouldn’t you know your fear as well as anything else? Just temper that with “a trip to Fantasy Island always ends with a return to reality.” BUT!!! Aren’t we always glad to be home after being away? We tend to sink into our favorite chair or couch or bed and tell ourselves that the only thing better than being home?

I can’t wait to do that again.

What you do from there? Meh…maybe it’ll all work out.

^Die Antwoord Fatty Boom Boom Official Video1080p H 264 AAC^


So yeah…orbital dynamics/orbital mechanics, I’ve been meaning to think about them a little bit more, but…I keep swirling around this Nitrogen business, and I cannot figure out why. So thinking about things that cause fear, and the things that are connected to that fear, ever thought that maybe…just maybe…you were able to find that whatever it is kind of path of things connected to that fear which allowed you to isolate that thing that is causing your fear? And that maybe…just maybe…it was like a fuckton of signs pointing to “HERE!!!”…but not in the way that you might think? I mean…if you show up loaded for bear…how do you think that fear is gonna respond? Just keep “the rule of corners and cornered” in mind, and you might wanna “get a bigger boat”…if for no other reason…than to get your ass outta there double-quick. Maybe offer that fear a ride while you are at it.

^Tove Lo – Habits (Stay High) – Hippie Sabotage Remix^


I guess that I’ve tried a great deal to think about “aliens” and “alien visitation” a little bit differently than such encounters tend to be/have been postulated…whether those are defined as “good” or “bad.” Because, what about “Encounters of the 0th Kind?” No fireworks, no mass landings, no warfare, no big production, no covert undercover bullshit, no conspiracy(s)…because it’s completely unnecessary. We didn’t come here to steal your kidneys and sell them on E-Bay so we can afford gas for the trip home. We didn’t come here to suck your brain juices. We came here, because you were on the way to where we were going. We had no idea you were here.

Even if they were on their way to kick the fuck out of some other planet/civilization, they encountered us on the way, because they were “taking the short path by going the long way around”*…and whadda ya know…

“look down there Zorbap17!!! There’s life on that planet!”

Let’s stop in and see whazzup! I mean really…how would that go down? Even for a species that was well versed in The Universe, and Universal travels and traveling. It seems to me that “out of the way backwaters like Earth/Terra” would be a “WOAH FUCK MAN!!! WE GOTTA STOP!!! UNCHARTED TERRITORIES!!! UNKNOWNS ABOUND!!!”

To me, that would make the story of “The Annunaki…traveling The Universe…in search of Monoatomic Gold” story make a little more sense. That “The Gold” that they were/are looking for? Welp…I cannot speak for them because I do not know them, their purpose(s), nor even if they exist. But I would think that “their purpose” would be better stated as “their purpose = their purposes.” I mean…doesn’t that resonate with a species of life that we are just getting to know?

Yeah…us.

We’re finally meeting ourselves coming and going, in a world that is getting bigger and bigger all the time, even tho the planet itself it staying the same size. Or thereabouts…let’s not nitpick here. There’s plenty of time for that.

Hopefully.
^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^

**taking the short path by going the long way around

As mentioned in the previous paragraph, “the long way around” is still going to be an “A to B” type of journey. We’re just gonna skip most of that by going around. These paths and pathways make sense in my head, because I can see them by using my special blend of a curved space model. It uses what is there, instead of trying to manipulate what is there in any type of folds or folding. I mean, isn’t the best part of a journey getting there? All the way. There and back, and all points in-between. Helps make the ending of the movie “Contact” make more sense to me. Especially…”The Chair.” Almost as if, the entirety of the design of this system was, and is, to isolate uniqueness, so that those needs can be met in the most…erm…gentle ways possible…without even asking.

Meaning: How secure are these entities that are coming? How paranoid are they? Any additions or modifications to the original design might be indicative. I mean…the were able to figure out the designs, they were able to build the machine, they put someone in it and sent it through…”what changes did they make?” 😉

Maybe that’s why “modifications” weren’t addressed at all.

The need unmet…met.

Nice to meet you.

❤
^Desire – Under Your Spell^


So yeah…maybe if we add some things together, monitor those dynamics, while also monitoring the individual dynamics…it’ll give us a better idea of what we are looking for and why. Because projecting, analysis and probability are only gonna get us as far as they do. Gotta keep it real. So…don’t forget time and times yeah? Many more lifeforms here than just humans.

If they are in our care…why are they in our care?

If they aren’t in our care…why aren’t they in our care?

I dunno. Do you?
^Yelle – A Cause Des Garcons^

The above image got me to thinking.

Q: If all of your simulations run in one direction (the existing one)…why are you not including the inverse? The reverse? What about the inverse of reverse, and the reverse of inverse?

A: SAY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?

Perspective. That means scope within a particular frame of reference. Directions and/or directional. If we aren’t running these “projections” from at least, the four cardinal points, in all directions? How close are we really? I mean, if some of the biggies that you are chasing are polar flip, weather patterns, and orbital dynamics of all kinds of solar bodies…what are you omitting and why? I’m sorry, but within the scope of concepts such as “The Big Bang?” Remove one single particle from that…whatever…and all of a sudden…everything changes.

So…using your own models and modeling of “If so-and-so wasn’t here, we wouldn’t be here either”…um…I gotta question what you are chasing and why? Simply because if you are chasing “the all”…yeah…that’s prolly the 98+% of The Universe that science qualifies as “missing.” Are you really gonna be happy with a model that “describes everything”…based on 2%? Because 2%? That’s some skim fucking milk.

^Crystal Castles ‘BAPTISM’ //official video^


I guess that what I am thinking, is that you can come to me with Jesus’s cellphone number, and tell me that it was detected on a printout after running a certain test at Fermi Labs, then rerun at the LHC, and that you are certain that your results are certain because of this.

Q: What about my children? What about yours? What about everyone else’s children?

A/Q/A/Q: ???

Don’t you think that they are gonna have questions down the road? Are we prepared to help them in the here and now, by trying to ask some “negligible” types of questions and trying to get some answers for them? Our “negligible” may be paramount to them.

Just askin.                      Just sayin.

Whatevz.

/me shrugs
^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^


I’m just saying, that even tho over the last few days, two of my children have complemented me on my teaching methods, and I have no idea what prompted these “revelations.” They were/are startling. And I feel that tho I have done the best that I can, that there is more to be done.

Time.

That’s it. It’s that simple to me.

As long as we have time, we have everything.

As long as we have time, we can have anything.

Up to, and including, time.

X: Speaking of time…what happened?
Cade: You mean…”The Flying Spaghetti Monster?”
X: Yeah! I used to be all buff and stuff like that.
Cade: Talk to Leo da Vinci. Maybe he set the bar a little too high.
X: He didn’t smoke grass.
Cade: Coulda fooled me.
X: How would you know?
Cade; rofl…I don’t fucking know. It sounded good at the time.
X: Flying Spaghetti Monster…
Cade: No comment. I think it’s funny. Kinda…indicative of the confusion level/levels.
X: Join the club.
Cade: Thanks…but…no thanks.
X: …
^DyE – Hole In Ocean – Video^

.Meh.

c|Y|a
c|F|a

^Grimes – Kill V. Maim^

*******

*Yes, Clicky, I’m still working on it…*

*/squints… Possibly… /thinks… Thanks Clicky! Tell you what, why don’t finish with Loop’s latest favourite Song… /pats snout… You’re really very helpful…*

Missive From ‘Merica : A Seismic Vermiform

Good News, Dear Reader! There will be an Underdog Easter Anthology.

Bad News, Dear Reader! I will be submitting a story or two… 😉

*/chortles… I can’t believe The Blocked Dwarf thought I was a bloke either, Clicky…*

Extra Good News!

Cade has sent us another missive…

*Okay then, Clicky, I’ll leave this in your capable, um, fins… /picks up lighter… I’m off to go do some work on my first story… /sighs… It needs sumthing… Oh and don’t forget to end on a Song… /pats snout…*

Dear Reader, Enjoy! ❤

*******


!!!HOWDY DIRTBAG ASSHOLES!!!

^I Wanted Be^

Cade: So…where do we start?
X: …
0: I dunno. Where do you want to start?
Z: Don’t start with me.
Cade: K. We’ll start there.
T: Where?
Cade: There?
B: Which one.
Cade: I don’t fucking know…pick one!
B: <closes eyes and points randomly, while covering eyes with other hand>
Cade: BINGO!!! Nice choice. (What is it btw?)
B: THERE!
Cade: Ah. Siriusly?
X: Maybe.
0: May I?
Cade: May you what?
0: Choose.
Cade: Ain’t nothing stopping ya.
0: <imitates “B” while restraining smirk>
Cade: AH HA! South! The Stars in the Southern Sky eh?
Z: Isn’t that a line from a song or something?
Cade: You mean…you don’t know?
Z: You coulda just…played along.
Cade: “There…are stars…in the southern sky.”
X: Who sung that?
Cade: The group “Alabama?”
T: And how do you know that?
Cade: I was born in part of “Redneck Central?”
0: Go ahead and mention the rest of “the sky.”
Cade: K…um…aren’t there stars every fucking where?
X: Haven’t looked lately.
Cade: Your 360°/360°/360°/Times-Times-Times + Time goggles malfunctioning?
X: Yeah. Googling me a new pair right now.
Cade: Why not just have the old pair repaired?
X: Hadn’t thought of that.
Cade: I dunno…your choice mang/mangette or whatever. Maybe it’s time for a new pair.
X: …
Cade: lolz…sry…just…dunno what to say here.
Z: How’d that “paper signing” go today?
Cade: Well. The Notary was nice, no fees, in and out.
A: Kinda like…
Z: …your marriage?
Cade: Not really. We talked a bit before hand. We’re good.
X: …
Cade: Yep. The end…it’s always…whatever it is.
X: The start of something new?
Cade: I dunno. I mean…yeah…but I have no idea what that is.
Z: …I might…have…some ideas.
Cade: Cool. Can’t wait to hear them.
Z: Oh yeah you can.
Cade: lolz…sounds…ominous.
Z: Not meant that way….maybe. 😉
Cade: Good enough.
Z: …
^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^
Cade: So now what?
X: You aren’t gonna make this “an all conversation(s) post” are you?
Cade: Thought about it…but now? No. I remembered what Roob does to these things, and I don’t want her to have to spend a month of her time editing some mental masturbation exercise of mine, just because it sounded like a good idea.
X: Do you need a paper towel?
Cade: It would appear not.
X: I meant…for the tears.
Cade: Those will come when, and if, they come.
X: …
Z: Don’t look at me for answers.
Cade: Just thought I would give everyone/anyone a chance at that one.
0: I’ll bite.
Cade: 😉…well played.
0: Thank you.
T: I have a question.
Cade: Shoot.
T: Do you really think that people who read this, think…that you actually cry?
Cade: You mean, over the divorce?
T: Yep.
Cade: I’m just talking. Not asking anyone to believe anything.
X: Realness?
Cade: It’s as good as anything I guess.
Z: You figure…
Cade: …I figure if I’m honest inwardly, I can be honest outwardly.
X: Reduces the chance of judgements?
Cade: Maybe. I’ve just thought of it like that. But…it sounds…sound.
Z: If someone needed to hear anything that you had to say…
Cade: …that’s…pretty good actually. Maybe…
B: An…essence…of…synchronicity.
Cade: The ID, and the EGO…in action.
X: You got it.
Z: Sounds…close enough anyway.
0: I’m…not so…sure.
Cade: And why would you be…”sure.”
0: Wanna test that?
Cade: Maybe.
0: hmmmm….
X: What was that movie that you just watched?
L: It was called “Constantine.”
Cade: Correct.
K: And wasn’t he in a comic book that you read?
Cade: Swamp Thing.
K: Ah yes…that’s the one. Your daughter checked that out from the library correct?
Cade: If memory serves. (which…it does)
0: Correct on all counts.
Cade: Wow. 1…by my count anyway.
Z: HALT!
Cade: Fair enough.
0: …
^Pryda – Melo (Original Mix)^


So yeah…it’s 15:09PM here in this part of the world, and I just got back from the bank where I signed the proper papers from the divorce decree, and had them notarized.

I had some really bad dreams last night. I don’t usually talk about my dreams, but in this one of many that I had last night, I was being controlled against my will…and there was nothing that I could do about it. I won’t go into the details, but it involved being pushed into a jet engine intake, while the engine was running, and then that jet engine was then swallowed by a black hole. All of time and space was already distorted and warping, and was further warping as the jet engine both started to tear my body apart, as it itself was in turn torn apart by the black hole.

However, I was not afraid.

I was angry…furious…even. There was nothing that I could do to stop the unseen force who held me in place until the jet engine started to devour me, nor was there anything that I could do to keep the engine from either devouring me…nor to prevent the jet engine itself from being devoured by the black hole. Matter bent and warped as my fury soared in rebellion against any and all forces that had forced me to be where I did not want to be. But I was at peace. Even in my fury at it’s most furious…I was at peace. None of the forces that sought to destroy me succeeded…and they themselves were consumed by their own purpose and purposes, and I saved by mine. And what purpose and purposes were those of mine which saved me?

No purpose. No purposes.
^Solarity – Terminal 6 (Original Mix)^

I can still see the colors that were painted on the jet engine swirling and melding together, as the jet engine’s own power was overcome by an even greater force and forces of the black hole. Almost as if that “unseen force” that had originally forced me into that particular position, was stronger still than even the black hole itself. And that…for whatever reason…this was no more than a test of my resolve.

Q: Am I really ready to stare down the bull again, and why?

A: I have no answer for this, other than perhaps…”because it needs to be done.”

As to the hows and whys? Not important to me, unless and until it is. When and if that time comes, I want to be myself…period. That’s what I would think…that tests and testing would and or should, be all about. A selfish selfless act. But it must…be real.

^Mango + Kazusa – Asphalt Lines (Original Mix)^


So I got into a discussion over at Hugo’s blog because I felt it necessary, and it appears that so did they. With respect to myself…I find it ironic that someone has to tell another…”I usually don’t talk.” Because if you read any of my bullshit, you’re prolly operating under the assumption that I never shut the fuck up.

Well…partially…you’d be right. I almost never shutup in my own head. Lotta shit swirling around in there. Stormy…even.

X: …dunno if I’d go so far as to say that there is anything at all up there…but…proceed…

Lolz…anyway…yeah….it keeps me sane.

Yep…you heard that correctly…it keeps me sane.

I’ve tried meditation. And sometimes, I can do it quasi-OK. But we ask a lot of ourselves in our times. We always tell ourselves that “5 minutes is not enough” or “we gotta try harder to do more”…and others are sometimes more than happy to oblige us with additional inspiration urgings, suggestions and caveats. And not that suggestions are a bad thing. Just…don’t get pissed at me because I ain’t doing my shit…your way. You wanna advise? Do it with me. Then we can watch each other’s techniques in a more practical way, and see what works, what doesn’t and why. Maybe even make some modifications to your and/or my techniques as we see fit…together.

^Stress (Original)^

So yeah…after some lengthy exchanges…I arrived at this…

Q: What is the source of my inspiration?

A: *.*

Or…all. Some things we may need more inspiration than others to stay away from. Such as, staying away from the movie “Jaws” for at least 6-months prior to planning a vacation to the beach. Or avoiding the movie “Titanic” just prior to sailing on a 7 day/6 night cruise of the North Atlantic. However, you might want to consider making a point in watching the movie “Airplane” just prior to heading out to the airport to get on an airplane these days. It may be educational in dealing with the circus you will participate in prior to the aircraft’s takeoff.

^The Shapeshifters – Lola’s Theme (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
Trombiculidae
How to Prevent and Treat Chigger Bites
Louse
Finnegans Wake
Model Organism
Head Louse
Body Louse
Crab Louse
Parasitism (Redirected from Parasite)
Parasitic Castration
Gonad
Crus of Clitoris
Erectile Tissue
Autonomic Nervous System
Reflex
Golgi Tendon Reflex
Stretch Reflex
Jaw Jerk Reflex
Pharyngeal Reflex (Redirected from Gag Reflex)
Sensory Neuron
Proprioception
Muscle Spindle
Synapse

So yeah…the bullshit about heat conducting materials in my previous whatever really has had my mind spinning. Not only thinking about body temperature regulation, but also the fact that since many of these heat conducting materials are crystalline, they prolly also conduct electricity in ways that we may not be aware of yet. And thinking about that even further, what about these metallic and or all metal or even resin-based composites that may not have much if any crystalline components… but they, thanks to scientific discovery and changes in manufacturing…have crystalline structures? I mean…do ya think that sometimes…just maybe…that even nature herself get’s a little…confused as to how to handle a pathway that appears to be there…but isn’t?

Just sayin.
^The Judys – Grass is Greener^


But but but…Cade…you uppity asshole…that is the whole point! Energy and energies are directed to and around these things! It helps to conduct heat and electricity better?

O RLY!

Trying to … speed things up … by slowing them down?

Bernoulli’s Principle on the micro level and/or a more finite understanding of how it works/how to harness/manipulate it?

Hmmm…so…efficiency, at the expense of efficiency?

Where do that lectricty and heats goes?

    Away?

Where…specifically?

Cause that don’t sound like balance to me. And I’ve seen both balance and imbalance in the micro and macro…and when and where balance and imbalance are out of whack…and it ain’t pretty. As a matter of fact…it’s confusing as shit. You begin to think that you are seeing things that you in fact, are not seeing.

BOLD! You might say.

Not really.

Think membranes and veils? And suddenly, you’ll maybe be able to see why you are seeing what you are seeing, and why you are not seeing what you are not seeing.

EX: My assertion that protons are NOT in fact, colliding at all. That the energy and energies that you are seeing, are actually a coalescing of energy and energies, that have been coming together for a very long time, in anticipation of the goings on at accelerators, colliders, and in other forms of nuclear and microscopic testing that is currently going on in all kinds of places.

^Ministry – You Know What You Are^

Tachyons? Traveling backwards in time? But what about…when they are going forwards in time? Ever think about that? Impossible? Why? They have but one constant state…change. They do not work alone. I mean…how else would something be able to travel backwards in time? And to bend your brain a little further…what if they travel not only backwards in time, but also forwards in time, and even…forwards and backwards in time, both at the same time…from right fucking here in the present. Speed…it ain’t just an illegal different form/formula of caffeine. And jokes and joking aside…it ain’t what you think it is. At least, not only that.

^Gold Panda – You^


BTW, I need a car. I want you to give me yours. I’ll be over 5 minutes ago to pick it up.

Just kidding.

You prolly drive a sucky car.

I don’t drive a sucky car.

I don’t own a car at all.

But prolly, neither do you.

Prolly a lease.

Q: Where in the fuck do all of these lease cars go after sitting on these vast lots in the middle of nowhere for God knows how long?

A: ¿Charity?

^Clams Casino – I’m God R.I.P David Higgs^

I know…I’m just bitter and angry because I went and signed the divorce papers today.

Yep.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Fun.: We Are Young ft. Janelle Monáe [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^

AH HA!!! A question for me via the Whatever However Hotline!!! And this one is coming from…the future!!!

Q: So Cade, if you are so hip to these particles and matter and energy, and the time and times that they operate from, to, in, and through…how come you cannot see the future?

A: I can.

Yep..srsly…or ya rly…or whatever floats yer boat.

However, I have no interest in the future. Not in the way that most want to see it. I am MUCH more interested in the past, than I am the future. I don’t think that the past repeats itself like most seem to equate the future. I think the future is just as fuzzy as the past can be. But there is prolly some rhyme and reason to that. I mean…assuming that there is rhyme and/or reason to anything. But yeah…the past…fuzzier than even the future. Helps keep “the future” more in the “a future” kinda mode. Which helps “the past” be “a past” and/or…”a past” be “the past.” I am of the opinion that we tend to be VERY harsh and willy-nilly with the past…cavalier even. And yet, the past is, and/or at least…can be…very fucking clear. So long as no one is constantly fucking with it by trouncing “was” with “is.” The past and the future are delicate things that are always static and always in motion, both at the same time…that we stumble over and around in the present.

Weird eh?
^Swedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child ft. John Martin^

vv4mtfs

I dunno mang and/or mangette…I’m just brainstorming. I’ve thought about a lot of this shit for a very long time, and I’m trying my best to learn how to write about some of these things. I’m not under the impression that we are on the wrong path. Just not doubting that we are getting some things wrong, up to and including, not even considering the things that we are getting right when we are getting something wrong. But…your focus is yours. You wanna march and yell…march and yell. Hell…it can’t hurt if you aren’t trying to hurt anyone. But I don’t see the logic in trouncing someone because you are afraid they might trounce you if you don’t trounce them first, nor do I see the logic in completely replacing the whatever you just replaced for being non-representative of you. Because you are forgetting something and or someone. I have no idea what that might be tho.

Maybe you can figure it out.

Maybe I can help.

Maybe not.

But helping would be my hope.

^Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]^

No..I cannot really see the future in the way that most perceive the future.

My crystal balls and wizard cloak/hat are still on back order.

meh

/me shrugs

But even without them, I’ve been known to have my moments.

Don’t we all?

^Mister Lies – False Astronomy (Official Video)^


Maybe there is a practical answer for practically everything.

Afterall, isn’t practicality subjective?

Not like we are motherfucking SURROUNDED with practical demonstrations of practically everything.

I’ve seen one or two practical demonstrations within nature as well.

But practically both of those were done by humans.

😉
^Blockhead – The Music Scene – Official Video [HD]^


I’m almost completely partially officially divorced.

<golf clap>

Everything is a process.

    Everything is a process.

 Everything is a process.

     …End of Line.

^Concrete Walls by Fever Ray lyrics^
Cade: Anything else?
Z: Nope.
X: Nope.
A: Nope.
0: …
Cade: lolz…that may or may not be able to be considered “a nope” from “0” as well.
0: Nope.
Cade: lol…asshole.
0: Nope.
Cade: K…fair enough.
T: Whadda ya want from me?
Cade: …
B: …
Cade: Good enough, close enough, or…whatevz.
X: You sound a little…lost.
Cade: I’m good.
T: No you aren’t.
Cade: Fair enough.
^Foetus – Wash It All Off^


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^NONONO – Pumpin Blood (Official Video)^

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Missive From ‘Merica: Sum Weight ‘Ugo

Maybe it’s all just a big joke? Butt the silver screen is beginning to wear a bit thin, isn’t it?

That was the last line of a new post put up by Hugo at The Probe yesterday. A few days before that, TNT put up a post at The Lab, that had some focus on ‘Cooper’. And in between, Red Frank’s MEROVEE post featured…

So last night, there was an almighty fuck up at the Oscars, w(h)ere the wrong picture was announced winner of the Best Film statuette. ‘La La Land’ were given it, but it was meant for ‘Moonlight’…

zero-hedge-pwc-apologises-for-oscars-fuck-up

Also last night, The Underdog posted about his battle with an intractable pelmet…

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*Her palms don’t look fucking small to me, Clicky…*

Cade also sent me a missive last night, which the LoL presents for you, below. Can fewer words have more weight? You decide, Dear Reader… Catch you at the bottom…

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Grabity has gone somewherz elses that is not here.

Q: I wonder where here will go now that grabity si gone?

A: ?¿?

Prolly somewherez elses. But that’s just a guess.

An uneducated guess…of course.

FYI

I guess that I’m wondering about temperature and temperatures. I’ve long held that friction is what makes The Universe go. Yes…in more ways than one. But cha gotta give a little to get a little. Or…you can give a little…then just…chill.

OH! And sorry to start off so rapidly and verbosely today.

I had an idea about temperature(s) with respect to matter(s) and energy/energies, and I don’t wanna forget it like I tend to forget about most shit that I think about. At least until I remember them. And some people are hung up on “pertinence”…so…let’s see if “temperature” is pertinent.

^Hybrid – Dogstar^

So…good day to you citizen(s).

How is the weather where you be is at?

What is the temperature where you is be at?

T-EMP-ER-AT-UR-E

I think I spelled almost all of most of some of that correctly.

Temperature.

< 98.6°F <
> 98.6°F >
< 98.6°F >
> 98.6°F <
^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Official Video)^

Q: R U HOT?

A: I YAM. (not)

I mean…I wish I was hot. But I am not. So let’s continue to think in the vein and veins and realm and realms of temperature and temperatures. But in order to do so, we must be complete-ish in our thoughts and thinking. So…let’s just cut right to the chase and think…”birth to death.”

So yeah…engineering and design.

We’ll develop the idea(s) from there.

^Imagine Dragons – Radioactive^


So irrespective of whether you’ve read any of my previous bullshit, I’ll go ahead and repeat myself here about some thoughts that I have had with respect to things like brake pads, and the materials that they are made from. Afterall, these things are built to fail. That’s how they work. They are designed to wear out and wear off. Remove “the old ones” when they are no longer effective, and slap some new ones on…good as new. However, the primary question that I have posed is…

Q: Where does that shit that wears off…go?

A: ¿?¿

Yep. That may be a good plan for a while, but how long is that while when we are traversing uncharted territories?

And more than that, what about when those uncharted territories become charted? Common…even.

Accepted?

Acceptable?

Are we keeping track of unacceptable when sailing the seas of the acceptable?

Afterall, these devices are made of and from materials whose primary purpose is to regulate and/or control and/or divert or reduce heat. Asbestos, carbon-fiber, ceramic(s)…all kinds of crazy whacked out shit, that some are trying to make more and more versatile and/or efficient.

So…when going from “particulate” to “particulate” over time, how well are we tracking this shit?

ARE we even tracking it?

Are we able to track it?

I bet someone is gonna have to at some point.

That's just a guess tho.
^The Thrillseekers – Synaesthesia [original] [1999] [epic trance]^


So I guess I need to bring up anti-freeze, windshield washer fluid, aircraft de-icing fluid(s) and shit like that since we are talking about temperature(s) and shit like that. Because some temperatures are hot, and some are cold. But first, let’s think about body temperature and the regulating of body temperatures with respect to….Asbestos. So…think “Mesothelioma”…since it’s a type of lung cancer that is caused by asbestos.

Q: Can lung tissue(s) properly regulate temperature when and where Asbestos or any other temperature resistant and/or temperature regulating particulate matter/material(s) exist?

A: !!!

Yeah…I’ll simplify that.

Q: Can your body properly regulate temperature when you have temperature regulating shit that isn’t supposed to be there…exists?

A: Yeah…at the cellular level, up and down. Meaning both size AND temperature.

I dunno. Seems to me maybe that…if a microscopic sliver of Asbestos exists in your lung or any other tissues, the cells might just have difficulty figuring out how to accurately perform cell division and or normal cell function.

Q: Ready to talk about Strontium now? Spall…even?

A: …

That’s what I thought.

Me either.

Let’s do it anyway.

^Moby – Bodyrock (Hybrid’s Bodyshock Remix)^

So in order to think about what I am thinking about with respect to Strontium and Spall in and around nuclear detonation(s) and/or nuclear reactions of the…erm…”acute variety”…since Strontium in these cases tends to head straight to the bone and stop…think about crystals and crystalline structures, salts, fats/oils…and…friction. Specifically…friction welding. Keep X-Rays and Gamma Rays on the brain while watching the following on friction welding…if you so choose to watch it.

^Ultimate car brake test video (Explosion!)^

Oh…I’m sorry. That was those crazy Finnish idiots over at Beyond The Press finding shit to tear up during the long boring winter.

“Nevermind the mosquitoes…”

Anyway…erm…here’s a video on friction welding if you are interested.

Oh, and I love the comment on the preceding video after the brake rotor/disk flies apart…

@06:46 into the video….”THIS WENT REALLY WELL!”

lolz
^Hypnotic Video Inside ¦¦ Welding movement ¦¦ Friction welding^
  • So why would Strontium “weld” itself to bone upon entering the human body?
  • Welp, ain’t there Calcium and Phosphorus and Nitrogen and Oxygen and shit like that in them there bones?
  • Ain’t there like Iron and shit like that in the blood/body? I mean, the body is under a lot of pressure and pressures right?
  • What about when a combination of Gamma and X-Rays blast through the body preceding the arrival of said Strontium?
  • Don’t we need to also think about Microwaves and radar and conductive materials and convection and temperature regulation(s) on all kinds of scales?
  • Especially depending on the origin and origins of “the nuclear fuel(s)” being used?
  • Especially when thinking about things like Cobalt and Steel?

I dunno. I’m a dumbass. Just…brainstorming.

^Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know? (Official Video)^


Thinking about spins and spalls, I just wonder how many times a particle may change direction, directions and spin(s) when in a “detectable” motion, and what about after that particle and or particles are no longer detectable by “detector A” and/or “detection method A”? Because now we are talking about “radiation”…which means a different type of spin and spins, that…within the human body…has just gotten even MORE dynamic due to the spins and flows and motion(s) within the human body and its materials/membranes. So thinking about THAT…

Q: How well does the body regulate its temperature with radioactive materials inside of it?

A: “Hotspots?” … “Coldspots?” … “Isolated Spots…where the temperature can no longer be regulated properly?”

So…mutation.

So…DNA.

So…let’s talk about Teflon in the bloodstream.

^MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS – THRIFT SHOP FEAT. WANZ (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^


Actually, I’m not gonna talk about Teflon. If you wanna look it up yourself…feel free. Look up lead cookware while you are at it. It appears that some of our ancestors used that shit to no ill effect. I mean yeah…they’re all dead…but we don’t know what killed them all. We can’t assume the lead cookware killed all of them.

^M83 – “Wait” (Official Video)^

I dunno. Maybe there are people everywhere that are already aware of and/or thinking about shit like this. But I do know this. I shouldn’t have to wait until I or someone else gets sick to find out that someone else was already aware of this shit. I mean…how much do you really need to know about weapons and weaponizing to know that it ain’t no fucking good.

I gots no answers. Only a few things that get me by when thinking about shit like this.

Time and times.

A purpose to every one.

^Capital Cities – Safe And Sound (Official Video)^


Ethylene
Alkene
Olefin Fiber
Synthetic Fiber
Polyolefin
EPDM Rubber
Heat
Thermal Conduction
Thermal Radiation
Kinetic Theory of Gases
Monatomic Gas
Helium
Bohr Radius
HeliumV
Polytetrafluoroethylene (Redirected from Teflon)
Catheter
Thermoplastic Elastomer
Creep (Deformation)
Yield (Engineering) (Redirected from Yield strength)
Melting Point
Crystallization
Menthol
Thermoreceptor
Group C Nerve Fiber
Postganglionic Nerve Fibers
Effector
Allosteric
Allosaurus
Allosaurus

<nothing to see here...carry on>
^Glorious (Hybrid Mix)^

I guess I just never really see the body as something that is ever not in motion.

Rest? Sure.

Work? Sure.

But we are here…and we seem to be alive…and until that changes, I don’t see a need to panic or freak the fuck out.

Am I pissed? Sure.

I’m I hurting. Yep.

Do I care? I think so.

But some decisions, I don’t get to make do I?

Learning is always scary…always.

Because you cannot unlearn something that you have learned.

Yep. You can change it.

Augment it.

Rearrange it.

But that “something” that you originally learned will always be there.

Feel free to add all sorts of analogies there as to fading and dusty and whatever floats your boat. Knowledge sure scares the shit out of me. Especially that shit that I”m not sure what to do with. Most of the time, I keep it to myself and marvel at it from as pure of a “discovery” type of light as I can. But…there is always a pulse to that whatever it is. A reason as to why I needed to know that whatever. Even if that reason is simply…inspiration.

Q: I wonder how much “information” and/or “knowledge” weighs?

A: It weighs on me pretty heavily.

But…that’s just me.

/me shrugs

^The Glitch Mob – Fortune Days^

Temperature
Variation
Variant
Bitwise
Bitwise Operation
Heat Fusion
Fusion Welding
The influence of sidewall cooling on boundary layer pressure fluctuations for a two-dimensional supersonic nozzle
Nothing
Existence
Absence
Gap
Load Rejection
Microstoma
Microsteam
Electrolysis
Bone Marrow
S. S. Minnow
Newton N. Minow
Fissure
Fissile Material
Nucleon
Boron
Graphite
Carbon
Cobalt
Vitamin B12
Methylmalonyl-CoA Mutase
Exon
Cistron

<nothing goes here...cept this>
^will.i.am – Scream & Shout ft. Britney Spears^


Travel Well.
Be Safe.

^The Smiths LIVE May 18, 1985 Nowhere Fast^


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-c/F\a-

^Avicii – Wake Me Up (Official Video)^

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We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader. Thoughtful Man has a favourite new tune, so until next time… Have a Song ❤