Category: film

Missive From ‘Merica: Musings on Flakes & Fakes

Happy 1st of September, Dear Reader 😀

*Better than a pinch-punch, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*

… Here is a tweet I saw yesterday that really made me laugh…

… And here is a brand new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon for us all to enjoy. So let’s get to it 😉

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Eating crow has its advantages. Yes, it can be degrading, it can be depressing, it can be confusing, and no matter what you say or do, you are going to look and feel like a prick 24/7. But if it means that you are going to be exactly where you need to be, exactly when you need to be there? Fuck it. It’s worth it.

^LOLA DUTRONIC “Everybody Loves You When You’re Dead” featuring Stephanie B.^

Definition and pivot points. If the arms or legs are more or less “board like” with no definition, you need to keep that in mind. Lack of curves or lines where there maybe should be a curve or line, but also keep in mind that everyone is different. With respect to pivot points, could be more than just a blemish. Especially on the upper parts of the forearm, thumbs, upper arms just above the elbow(s), inner thighs, tops of the thighs. Could be dark brown, red, crimson or purple “old” pimples, recurring pimples, or even what appears to be white spots (lichenification) that are not warts nor moles nor scars resulting from more traditional injuries like contusions, scrapes, cuts or some kind of blunt force/impact injury which does not break the skin. Also patches or specific areas of the skin where the hair follicles appear to be clogged, inflamed and/or pitted (Keratosis pilaris, folliculitis, strawberry legs, etc.).

The “red knuckles” are likely to be a giveaway, but only initially. As things progress, the knuckles will lose some of their redness, and there may be an unexplained thickening of the skin in certain areas of the hand. Be mindful of nail growth also. Any slowing or speeding up of the “normal” growth rate, and also any dots, dashes or lines forming on the nails themselves. Especially those which are “in line with” the normal growth direction or any wavy or arcing types of line perpendicular to nail growth direction. When straight lines appear on the nails, compare to any parallel lines on the underside of the epidermis of the fingers; proximal phalanx, and sometimes middle phalanxes. Dots and dashes on the nails, check the skin around the distal phalanxes, and especially the undersides for any “waterlogged” appearing skin or peeling skin, small tears or bleeding that have no explanation. Important to “let the cuticles run”. Don’t push them back, don’t scrape them off, let them serve their purpose(s) in assisting the guiding of nail growth. And yes, they can pull and yes it can be painful, but let them catch up and find themselves within the architecture of the hands and epidermis.

The lunulae/half moons, may intensify, fade grow, shrink, and even disappear completely. Dunno what to tell you about that other than they too are part of the architecture and may be indicative that something is changing within a certain spectrum. All eight of my fingers were crushed in a metal garage door when I was pretty young so the pathology of my own nails may vary somewhat from that of others, but changes in the lunulae appears to be a more or less common thing.

To continue on with the current information dumpfest, the thenar webspace between the index finger and thumb may also be a good place to look for indications as to what is tugging in which direction(s). May check for any bumps or knots under the skin, and these may be either hard or soft (potentially ganglion cysts of varying age?). Also be aware of knots or hard spots in the muscles of the forearm as well as knots in the triceps of the upper arm. This will lead us up to any knots in the trapezius, and especially (initially) those parts above the shoulder which connect to the neck. And finally around to the scapulae, and especially any lack of definition and/or limited range of movement of these bones plus any lack of definition of the latissimus dorsi (especially under the arm).

Again, in my specific case I am an asthmatic, so my case may be a bit unique in that I likely breathe a bit different from most. Be mindful of the olecranal skin (yelbow) and also the skin around and behind the knee, and also any discolored forking or finger-like formations which give the appearance of meandering down the backs of the thighs and perhaps even the calves (also potententially under the chin and down the neck). Keep in mind that these are potentially unlike stretchmarks in appearance, and can resemble meandering divergent streams or lightning. I do have to wonder if stretches, rends/tears or perhaps even aggregate “injuries” may be a seeding mechanism for a different eventuality. We don’t always notice things in a timely manner, and we also have a potential for distancing ourselves from or even neglecting things over time.

Calx

Which reminds me to note: be aware of any scar-like formations which cannot be associated with an injury or similar. Could be an aggregation due to time. Many lifestyle changes are likely to occur from infancy to adulthood and all points in between, which means that ergonomical, environmental and kinesiological considerations will need to be addressed. Oh, and goosebumps or gooseflesh (piloerection). Especially those which are not associated with any sort of secondary type of sensation nor do they appear to be driven by obvious motivators. I can only wonder if it is possible for a region to get stuck in a feedback loop long after any original stimulus has long since past.

Echoes? Regional echoes within organic tissues? Surely not. Does make me wonder tho what types of environmentals could be affecting the data processing. Clothing? Cloth types? Other types of topical considerations such as chemicals, sunlight, etc.? The presence or absence of hair? I mean, does the body know that hair should be in a certain place, but the body becomes confused when the hair that should be there…is missing? Or maybe even that the hair that is there does not statistically equate with the hair which should be there? We’re talking about hair on human beings, not static discharge aerials on the trailing edges of aircraft wings.

Still, it is a very intriguing notion to think that the body actually keeps historical data on what should be where. Logistical and accounting data. “I sent this amount of keratin to pore 436 from August to February…there should be a hair there, but I’m getting reports that there is no hair there. Why is there no hair there? Where’d all that keratin go?”

Where would all of that transactional data even be stored? More than that, what would be the protocols involved with retrieving such data.

Q: Does the body shut down systems which it perceives as unnecessary?

A: ? ? ?

What about systems which it cannot perceive? Which begs the question, do systems shut themselves down when they perceive themselves as no longer perceived? Yes, a lot of this is going to be no-brainer types of stuff. But that’s not what I am thinking about here. Gotta be some answers to be found in these “foreign limb” and/or “phantom limb/phantom pain” dynamics. Lastly, the buttocks and the dynamics which have changed its daily placement(s) over the past few centuries, and especially in The West. Think not only chairs and more sedentary types of postures, but also think lymphatic system.

^Infected Mushroom – Kazabubu HQ / HD^

NOTE: Sorry about the long wall of text for you to sort Roob. About all I can do is offer a tune.

❤

^Of Monsters and Men – King And Lionheart (Official Video)^

Two weeks ago, there was this…

The Cruel Monkey Experiments ONPRC Didn’t Want You to See

VIDEO: The Cruel Monkey Experiments ONPRC Didn’t Want You to See

then yesterday there was this…

Elon Musk unveils pig with computer chip in brain

then today, I see this…

OHSU: Two monkeys die in accident involving cage washing machine at research center

It would appear that the primate car wash accident actually happened on 13 August, and the PETA stuff appears to have been released on 17 August, but it also appears that the Oregon Primate Research Center and Oregon Health & Science University maybe aren’t the same things.

Oregon National Primate Research Center

Oregon Health & Science University

Ah…ONPRC was established by the NIH in 1961, but ONPRC and OHSU didn’t become affiliated until 1998. I wonder how that happened. How does a state-run university get its hooks into a federally funded something? Looks like the Oregon Health and Sciences University was cited in February of 2020 for letting some Prairie Voles die of thirst/dehydration.

Q: Can you trust a health organization who treats living things in bad/poor ways?

A: Just wondering where their heads are with respect to care. Wondering within that particular healthcare chain, who decides when “poor health” ends, and “good healthcare” begins.

ONPRC letting those monkeys die in a high-pressure sponge bath ain’t very reassuring either.

^Smoke Fairies – Living With Ghosts (Official Video)^

After reading that monkey stuff and pig bit, it occurs to me that “robotics” has been a thing for a very long time. Long before robots were a thing. Nannies, butlers, maids, stewards, servants, slaves and more or less “single use” types of employees of all kinds. Lets not forget slaves. Maybe even one’s own family members. Tools. They perform specific tasks for one’s own purposes. They look and behave certain ways. They are programmed to give certain responses in specific situations. They are subject to wrath when they do not perform as they are supposed to. If that pole dancer don’t jiggle her ass just right and to my satisfaction, I ain’t gonna be sticking my hard-earned currency in her panties.

Q: Is my heart “a robot” to me?

A: ???

Before you get too dismissive, if my heart starts to malfunction to the point of failure, I may just decide to rip that one out and get a new one because I live in a time where this is possible. And the surgeons and medical staff who do it? Yeah, they better perform their jobs flawlessly and as-advertised. All their equipment better be tip-top as well.

^Noisia – Lilith’s Club^

One can dig pretty deep on that less obvious robotics stuff if one so chooses. Just be warned that you’re likely to waft in and out of stereotypes and stereotyping along the way. Certain people don’t act in the ways you expect them to. Or maybe even they do act in the way(s) you expect them to, but they are only doing so because of your own presence. Once you leave, they’ll get out of character and go back to normal. Normal normal. Not the normal they think you think is normal.

Q: What is normal?

A: Dunno. It's pretty much none of my business really.

You cannot see into my head to see what it is that is driving my thinking here, but what I am primarily thinking about is “Lee” from John Steinbeck’s novel East of Eden.

East of Eden (Novel)

If you’ve not read the book I’m not gonna spoil it for you, but let’s just say that there are layers to this Chinese character named Lee. Stunning layers. Layers which, in the case of a young mind like mine, can really put perspective on why certain living things sometimes behave in the way(s) that they do. Now, I said I wasn’t going to spoil it, but I was just checking out the footnotes of the Wikipedia article for East of Eden, and it would appear that someone has written a thesis on this Lee character. Perhaps you can bookmark the thesis, exercise some personal restraint, then read the thesis after you read East of Eden.

But whatever is fine

I will add tho that I’ve skimmed the first part of the abstract from the thesis which states that Lee is one of the most overlooked characters in the novel. That may be, and I could see how he could be overlooked, but I can tell you that the character Lee has mystified and amazed the living shit out of me for well over 30 years. Probably the most important character in the book, and I’d be willing to bet I’m not alone in that regard. But, that’s just my opinion. Don’t let my opinion(s) sway yours. Read the book, meet the Hamilton and Trask families on your own terms, and have your own journey.

^Bomb The Bass – Megablast [HD]^

Say! Wasn’t “Trask” the last name of the big man in the movie Working Girl?

Trask…Radio.

Trask…Radio.

*I love that film, Clicky…*

Strange way to connect.

Strange way to make a connection.

Hrm

^Jain – Makeba (Official Video)^

Some are able to take advantage of free-will, others…maybe not so much. Kinda weird how things shake out in this universal hoedown to where some are able to do more or less whatever they please, up to and including disallowing others from doing as they please. Maybe there’s some logic in there tho. Maybe there’s some lessons to learn. Maybe the ones who learn these lessons can teach them to others. Only the good stuff of course. Don’t tell all the gory details. Clean it up nice and shiny so its appealing and attracts (and hooks) lots of fishies.

Wait…did we just go off the rails? Did we miss the point? Woah…did we just learn something about learning about what we’ve learned?!?

^LTJ – I Dont Want This Groove To Ever Ends^
Regarding “fail videos”...

VR Helmet “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Hoverboard “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Snow-skiing/snowboarding “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

People leapfrogging access barriers “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Attempting to cut your own bangs “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Alpacas spitting “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Contrived “fails” are stupid 100% of the time*

*unless the orchestrated fail fails

Cycles are on my mind, and I’m seeing some cycles in some of the fail compilation vids I watch on YouTube. Yes, I watch fail compilation vids on YouTube. Lots of them. Recently been seeing a lot of recycling of old vids, and tons of vids which are obviously fake/orchestrated. I guess all these new YouTube channels are desperate for content. As such, anything remotely passable will do. And I’m not really complaining as much about the content as am interested in what kind of shift this is likely to cause within the YouTube organization itself.

Q: Can I manufacture a “fail video” where are of the elements of this video are entirely orchestrated and completely fictional, and then upload this video as a “fail video” or “watch people die inside” or “people being stupid” or similar?

A: ¿?¿

The assumption is that the events depicted are authentic candid or even guarded/quasi-guarded moments which have been opportunely captured/recorded on video or film, and the parties involved have consented to make these visual recordings publicly available for whatever reason(s). Nonfiction. Maybe even biographical or historical in some senses, but authentic. Keep in mind that money is almost assuredly changing hands, which means that all fucking kinds of interests may feel the need to get involved at some point. I mean, if you are acting this stuff out, and you are getting paid, that means you are a professional actor. Professional filmmaker. Professional photographer or videographer. There are other processional interests in the world who may look unkindly upon your making money of what they consider to be their trade, and they may further look unkindly upon YouTube for more or less encouraging you to do it. And if you are making money off your vids but those who appear in them are not getting a cut? Yeesh. I hope you put some of that money back.

^Chemical Brothers – Song to the Siren^

Why would I even be thinking about shit like this, let alone on this “fail” topic?

A: Disclosure

Yeah, this UFO “Disclosure Movement” nonsense. Gotta be able to tell what is real, and what is fake, and gotta be aware of who is making these determinations for you. Prolly also important to be aware of who could “fake” things, and what systems might be in place which would prohibit them from doing so. Remember, if someone tells you that a something is authentic (especially if an “expert” tells you) and you don’t believe, you are going to be castigated. You are going to be classified. Non-believer at best, irrational idiot at worst.

lolz…kinda funny to think of a UFO investigator or UFO enthusiast calling people irrational just because they now have the governments of the world and other powerful institutions on their side.

d i G R E s s

^The Cube Guys – ‘Baba O’Riley’ (UK Club Mix)^

Gonna be a lot of money moving through these various interests. Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence, SETI, National Science Foundation, US Defense Department, NATO, United Nations, NASA, ESA, Space-X, Blue Origin, NSA, CIA, FBI, INTERPOL, all that and more are gonna be involved somewhere along the line. That means money. Question is, how can you justify the expense if any of the evidence supporting these claims is…fake. What the fuck is “fake” anyway? I mean like, outside of orgasms, what is “fake”.

^Pan-Pot – Weltlinie^

This appeared for me over the weekend.

Pellagra

Where I found it, Pellagra was associated with…Schizophrenia? Hrm. I admit I did not read all the details on the blog that associated Pellagra with Schizophrenia, but seeing as how I’ve been pondering foreign limb syndromes, alien hand syndrome, phantom pain and body integrity dysphoria, I wonder if there is a possibility that some malady creates a need to achieve a state/circumstance unlike the present state and/or circumstance.

EX: You are experiencing a malady, you’d rather not be/you wanna be cured.

I guess one could argue that a certain trauma could cause some sort of psychosis or mental break. But speaking from my own experiences, there are potentially some strange pharmacological wheels turning there. They’re nested way the fuck in the background, but they are there. And regarding the connection between Pellagra and Schizophrenia I’m thinking less here about wishful thinking, fantasy and escapism, and thinking more in terms of fight or flight (or fawn). Maybe even post-traumatic stress disorder. I see no mention of Schizophrenia in the Wikipedia article on Pellagra. Still, did see this…

Hartnup Disease

Nonpolar amino acids. Photo-sensitivity. Dermatitis. Dementia. Poverty gets a mention under Pellagra, corn also gets a mention, but no mention of Vertigo under either Pellagra nor Hartnup Disease.

Hrm. Vertigo

“Y’know that ringing in your ears? That ‘eeeeeeeeee’? That’s the sound of the ear cells dying, like their swan song. Once it’s gone you’ll never hear that frequency again. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

Movie = Children Of Men

Ear cells. Wait…ear cells? What in the fuck are “ear cells”? There’s hairs in there, fluids, bones, membranes, but “ear cells”? What in the fuck is she talking about?!?

Hair Cell

Hrm

^Remco Beekwilder – Public Resistance [EMERALD002]^

May seem like a stretch, but I’m seeing a whispy connection via race and locale/geographic location. Not saying that it’s necessarily anything sinister, but it sure as shit feels weird. Could just be me tho. I’ve thought a lot about fats and oils from the 1500s forward, and how they have moved as people have moved over the past 500 years. Have thought some about vegetables too, but I personally have thought more about animal based oils and fats seeing as how protein-based foods are likely to be somewhat erratic in the diet, whereas carbohydrates probably not as erratic in the diet (for some anyway).

Think: poverty. Or even famine, s’il vous plaît. Pestilence too. After all, crop circle makers aren’t the only things in this world capable of destroying various agricultural crops for their own personal gain(s).

^Max Bett – Mad Clinic^

Might wanna also take into consideration that the 365/366 types of diets have only become a thing in the last 50-75 years or so, and especially in the last 20-30 years. Reliable refrigerated shipping and especially air-cargo have radically changed not only where things come from, but also their availability. “Seasonal” is pretty much not a thing anymore, and most can get whatever they want, whenever they want. Depending on where one lives of course. And your own personal financial situation. Which brings me to the point of derivatives. Doesn’t matter where you get your proteins, vitamins, minerals, fatty acids and/or “essential oils”, what matters is that you get them.

^Nicolas Jaar – Mi Mujer ( Lyrics In The Description Section)^

Whilst we are on the topic of pollutants, you may want to consider that some entities have no interest whatsoever in solving the problem(s) of pollution. Some pollutants are like obscure little calling cards which allow certain entities to have access to metrics which very few have the resources to track. They’ve acquired a type of sight which not many have. It’s almost mystical. You really think that they are going to willingly give that kind of vision up after working so hard to obtain it? And hey, whilst you are blinding the big powers by removing small data from their big machines, why don’t you locate all Yogis and Yoginis and pull their legs off, so that they can no longer sit in the lotus position and get all enlightened and see stuff no one else can see.

^Psyk – Night Currents (Neel Remix) [NON033]^

Everyone wants to see.

Or hear.

Or touch.

Or taste.

Maybe even smell.

Maybe all that.

Maybe more.

^Hybrid – Break My Soul (Live at Audioriver)^

cYa | cFa

^# 14 – Jonny Greenwood – Convergence^

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*Yeah, I know you started your post yesterday with a white rabbit, Clicky… /stubs butt… I wouldn’t worry about it…*

*much…*

CYL, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song…

CLICK5: Byte Me!

Missive From ‘Merica: En Garde!

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

*You can say that again, Clicky…*

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

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

^Riot In Belgium – La Musique^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trees sometimes work just as well as a fence.

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

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

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

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

^Fischerspooner – Emerge^

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

^D’ya Wanna Go Faster? – Terrorvision^

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

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

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

United States Color-Coded War Plans

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

That's what you pay them to do

^Whale – Hobo Humpin Slobo Babe^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anticipatory Repudiation

Things just took an unexpected turn

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

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

Q: Will you notice the cessation of my advances?

A: ???

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

Unlike you, they like it

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

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

Liesegang Rings (Geology)

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

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

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

Q: How do you treat your own baggage?

A: ?ó¿ó?

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

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

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

What a fucking mess

^Leningrad Cowboys – L.A. Woman^

Hate to be the one to tell you this…

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

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

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

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

I’ve never read Jung…

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

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

I think not

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

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

^Liberty City – Thats what i got^

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

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

^The Ultimate Seduction (Klubbheads mix)^

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

/shrug

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

I’m currently vexed by a thing or two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But when they are in that midrange stage?

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

^DkA – Reborn^

cYa | cFa

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

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

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

CLICK5: Between The Devil & The Deep Blue Sea

CLICK5: Scooper Troopers

 

Adventures In Remote Viewing: Two Tree Or Not Two Tree…

…Sap is the question!

 

*Mel’s still my favourite Hamlet, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… And I’ve seen a few…*

You may be wondering about the punny title and start of this post, Dear Reader. I can assure you it had nothing to do with the previous post…

LoL post trees

*/drags… Although it’s a rather nice sync, Clicky… /expels smoke…*

… and everything to do with this week’s remote viewing with the Okie Text US Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon. It was an eclectic mix…

Houghton crop circle and treeHoughton crop circle and treesPotterne crop circle around treePotterne crop circle around tree 2

*Nicely cropped, Clicky… /flicks ash… That dead tree lion there looks like it’s sleeping… /puffs contentedly… Dreaming perchance?*

 

…Trees cropped up a lot – pun intended – in the latest crop circle videos we remote viewed. And in an old movie set in ancient times…

 

… As well as in a very old, and if I may add, severely fucked up movie, completely of its time…

 

*I ain’t kidding, Clicky… /coughs… That was not the ending I was expecting… /clears throat… At all…*

… And in a very old movie viewed within an old movie that is set in a dystopian future…

 

… But that’s looking increasingly like the present. As was the old movie we remote viewed last, based on a timeless classic…

 

*/final drag… Seriously, Clicky, the story was meant to be a parody… /stubs butt… Not a fuckin’ manual…*

… Then, in the middle of all, Cade sends me a story from my local rag…

 

… Whereas Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, was considered ‘out of his tree’, some fella refused to vacate a tree in nearby Chalkwell Park…

Lebanon

‘name of a nation in western Asia, from Semitic root l-b-n “white,” probably in reference to snow-capped peaks, or possibly to chalk or limestone cliffs. The Greek name of the island Lemnos is of Phoenician origin and from the same root.’

 

Beirut

‘Lebanese capital, from Hebrew, literally “the wells,” from be’erot, plural of be’er “well.”

… It’s been a mad few days for sure, Dear Reader, so I’m going to hand you over now to Cade for his take on our remote viewing experience…

 

*What are you thinking, Clicky?*

 

*Oh, you’re referring to Sunday’s remote viewing… /winks… Gotcha…*

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I always tend to enjoy rewatches. You see things you missed the first time around, you see things you’ve forgotten about, and you may even come away with totally different experience on subsequent viewings than your initial experience. I dunno if such experiences help better establish one’s location, or causes one to become more lost. Still, it’s always cool to experience an old something with someone new. Almost makes the lost feel found. And speaking of being lost, how about a sappy song below, prefaced by the song’s sappy lyrics.

Alice In Chains

“Got Me Wrong”

Yeh, it goes away
All of this and more of nothing in my life
No color clay
Individuality not safe

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong

I can’t let go
Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow
Feel a tortured brain
Show your belly like you want me to

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don’t last forever
Something’s gotta turn out right

You sugar taste
Sweetness doesn’t often touch my face
Stay if you please
You may not be here when I leave

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
Strong, I haven’t felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don’t last forever
Something’s gotta turn out right

‘Not all those who wander are lost.’

— J.R.R. Tolkien

Was kinda interesting that over the past day or so, trees of all kinds and trees with people in them started popping up like…weeds. What it all means? Notta clue. Sure has inspired some interesting conversation tho’. Very fulfilling. Has led to some interesting places. Branching, you might say.

 

^Got Me Wrong^

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Have a Song, Dear Reader 😀

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: An Invitation For Reflection

Dear Reader, this past week Cade Fon Apollyon and I remote viewed the 3 seasons and movie finale of Deadwood. We’d already seen them together before, but somehow our remote viewing was even better this second time round…

Deadwood EB Farnham Be Brief

*Okay, Clicky, I’ll try… /rolls eyes…*

… As well as the 2007 documentary Up The Yangtze, focusing on some of the people affected by the construction of the Three Gorges Dam across the Yangtze river in Hubei, China…

*Yikes! …/lights up and smokes…*

… And an astrological reading of the Leo New Moon, set to occur on 18th August 2020. As it turns out, Molly McCord’s reading is the inspiration behind this particular post…

*The other one was pretty good as well, Clicky… /flicks ash…*

… Now, at nearly 20 minutes long, we know that you’re probably not gonna watch Molly’s video, Dear Reader, unless you have an interest in astrology. So here’s the takeaway for the purposes of this post: we’re being asked to reflect on what has happened in our lives, and in our relationships, since the last time the Sun and Moon were in the exact same positions in the chart. That was three years ago on 21st August 2017, the date of the solar eclipse across North America…

Deadwood Calamity Jane Be fucked

*No, I shit you not, Clicky… /puffs contentedly… It’s quite auspicious…*

… So that is what we’re going to do here, Dear Reader. Fortunately, to aid Cade and I in our reflections, we have a lovely missive posted at the LoL on that very same eclipse day…

… You might want to take a look.

As Leo is a masculine sign and the energy coming through from the New Moon will be very masculine, especially in the solar plexus area according to Molly, Cade will now open the proceedings…

deadwood Al Huzzah

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I guess I can start off by remembering that 2017 was the year that I discovered surgical mesh was likely to blame for the exasperation of some existing physical issues, and it was around the time of the eclipse that this revelation occurred. And yeah, upon reflection it would seem a bit fortuitous that this particular wad of twisted and twisting surgical mesh is indeed in my solar plexus area. Three years later, skin is still coming off by the bucket-load, muscles continue to unwind and cramp, feeling in my extremities continues to come and go, and revelations and discoveries abound. One of the more recent being that my Achilles Tendons both seem to be…absent.

Q: How in the FUCK does one’s Achilles Tendons disappear, yet one does not notice?

A: Something tells me that the massive calloused pads on the heels and balls of my feet hold some answers.

To be fair, my hamstrings also disappeared, but that was something I noticed. In fact, I’m not the only one that noticed. A girl I went to high school with (who just so happened to run track) one day pointed out to me that I had some mighty quads, but no hamstrings. We both looked at/examined my legs further, and I’ll never forget the look on her face as she saw the same weird looking deformity I was seeing in that my hamstrings seemed to have disappeared. They were gone. Not there. Years later, my orthopedic surgeon noticed the same, but he noticed something else going on back there. Story for another time.

Digress

I’ve got a playlist on my YouTube page of 15 short videos I took of the August 21st 2017 eclipse, and they were meant to be a humorous look through inexperienced eyes at a celestial phenomenon. What it means to have one’s eyes opened, what it means to learn, and maybe how one handles the realities of learning some confusing and potentially unpleasant shit.

Whilst I’m not claiming any specific knowledge, I have learned quite a bit over the past decade or so about the potential impact(s) of celestial goings on and how these goings on may affect life in various ways. Fine-tunings of the galactic clockworks and how we as individuals fit it. Still digging, still learning, still failing miserably at virtually anything and everything, but still going. Not a fucking clue how, nor why, but yeah…still going.

Prolly should stop reflecting and talking about myself so goddamn much and pass it back over to that loopy cunt Roob.

^Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^

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deadwood Trixie

*Cade’s so sweet, Clicky…*

Funnily enough, the thing that’s concerning me most, and has felt like a punch in guts, happens to be the thing Cade first wrote in his missive of 21st August 2017…

sync of sorts

*Yes, a sync of sorts… /drags… You know, Molly does talk about a deep cleansing aspect in her vid, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*

Not the biblical character, Job, that Cade mused over but my actual job, the thing I do to earn money and how I earn my keep. In August 2017, I’d just landed a job locally as a Personal Assistant, having spent the whole of 2016 unemployed. Hooray! But by the New Moon on the 18th August I may no longer have a job, or worse, I’ll have one that I’ll absolutely hate because of a dreadful restructure, deemed necessary by the higher echelon in the organisation. All because they fancy a pool…

*We’ll be a pool of comfort women, Clicky… /cough… ‘Cept, you know, providing administrative relief to all and sundry…*

Deadwood Trixie Tree

… Like a return to the 1950s…

*Thinking about it, Clicky. Thinking about it…*

And on that sour note, I’ll pass you back to Cade.

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Its all amalgamation and capital. And down sigh zing/redud dancy. The new New walks upon the dust from the bones of the old Old. Which I find ironic considering that a lot of government entities seem to be so fucking lost that they are returning to old ways. Going “old school”, if you will. And speaking of, sure are a lot of council jobs been advertised in The Echo as of late. Not that I read the Southend paper or am looking for jobs in Southend or anything, but perhaps your local Council is tightening its belt in certain areas so it can achieve bountiful proportions in others?

I digress

One of the very first things I did upon starting this re-watch with you was look up the word “hooplehead”. Wanted to find some definitive meaning for usage in this context of usage in the show. I mean yeah, lots of context clues, and everyone knows what a hoople is, but hooplehead? I always assumed it was some arcane slang pejorative in reference to an individual perceived to possess a child-like understanding. Some naive someone who is still playing the children’s games and is not “in the know” and not part of the grander schemes and bigger plays. Someone who is somewhat…under the protection of…their own ignorance. A sort of halo. or maybe a certain light or aura that an individual exhibits. But ya know what I found? Hooplehead…supposedly didn’t even exist until HBO’s Deadwood created it.

But not so fast. Lets pull back on them reigns a bit cowboys and cowgirls.

Mott The Hoople
Mott The Hoople
Hoop Rolling
Hula Hoop
Embroidery Hoop
Hoop
-le
Agent Noun
Representative
Effigy
Lemniscate
Möbius Strip
Halo (Optical Phenomenon)
Halo (Religious Iconography)
Aura (Paranormal)
Aura
Pregnancy glow: Is it real? – Mayo Clinic
The Beginning of the Birth Pangs – Matthew 24 (NTE)
From Suffering to Glory – Romans 8: 21-23 (NKJV)
Curse And Mark Of Cain
The Magician (Tarot Card)
The Fool

Been chewing on these thoughts for some time as it relates to shapes generated by orbiting bodies, such as the mandala-esque shapes the planets and other bodies generate over time, and what meanings they may have to someone on the outside looking in. Specifically, is it possible that the orbits of planets are indicative of a system’s current level of development. Maybe even indicative of whether or not life exists within a particular system, or maybe even if a particular system is slated for development or even destruction? A stellar clock of sorts which maps out time and times that we are just now learning how to read and understand.

I digress again

Needless to say when Molly McCord mentioned certain entities being under some kind of protection and Richie Rich and all that other jazz in her astrological talk yesterday, it was kinda jarring because it was right in line with some things I was already actively pondering. Of course, she eventually wandered off into some dark realms and seemed to think that evil people are under the protection of evil forces. But I personally am wondering about “good” people. What is protecting them, why, and is there some kind of indication that they are…untouchable, as it were? Afterall, no one wants to known as someone who engages in sport or combat with unworthy opponents. That would be unfair.

^Depeche Mode – Halo [HyperSPD Remix]^

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*There was something Al said about Dan’s fight with the Captain, Clicky… /thinks… What was it?*

(Cut to Al’s office as Johnny knocks on the door)

Al: Yeah? (Johnny enters)

Johnny: I wish you’d look in on Dan, boss. Not for being poorly as… down.

Al: Johnny, some shit’s best walked through alone.

Johnny: Dan’s killed people before. You have too. But neither’ve been solitary after.

Al: A fair fight, something Dan and I have always struggled to avoid, is different. You see the light go out of their eyes. It’s just you left and death.

Johnny: So that’s why Dan wants to be alone.

Al: He knows where to find me. (Johnny nods and turns to leave) Sit down. If you want to. (Johnny turns and shuts the door, sitting down in a chair. He sits there looking around for a bit, as Al is leaning in the balcony door. Finally he turns to Al)

Johnny: What’re… ..what are we waiting for?

Al: To see what kind of hell breaks loose.

Whilst I was editing your Wiki wavy wall above, Cade, so that a new window opens upon clicking, Thing 2 or Loopy-Lou, sitting off to my right, was telling somebody online that “This Halo will be the last”…

*/stubs butt… That’s real-time syncing, Clicky. Shame nobody believes you until they experience it for themselves…*

deadwood Al Welcome to Deadwood

*Front Ear…*

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Belief is a weird thing. Some, may have no knowledge of the ride nor what any consequences of riding may be, and they may even not be aware they are on the ride. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, avoid the ride altogether and are content in their choices. Some, knowing the ride may not suit them, ride the ride anyway and may or may not regret having done so. Some, are not sure whether the ride will or will not suit them, and they may or may not ride the ride out of concern for the consequences of either outcome. Some, are aware, but have no choice as to whether or not to ride the ride. Doesn’t matter whether they want to or not, and it doesn’t matter the outcome. They are where they are. Belief is irrelevant. Proof is irrelevant.

All that to say that we’re all of us in various states of development and/or decay. Some are sharp, some are a bit slow on the uptake, some may be wishy-washy as hell and mostly wander around in a non-committal type daze. Maybe being aware of how we react to one “type” or another may help us learn about ourselves and where we actually may be lacking. Like, as far as relating goes. That which brings comfort to ourselves which is borne upon the wings of the discomfort of others, has a null and empty quality to it. Almost a hunger embedded in the satiations and dissatisfactions which necessitates a repeat of the experience. Maybe we get stuck in loops for a reason.

/shrug

Apologies for wandering off the deep end. Just wondering aloud what it may mean for one to be satisfied. We are talking about some quite esoteric bullshit, and many have likely only barely scratched the surface with respect to knowing and understanding what all could potentially be entailed in this and these processes. There’s lots to know. Lots to think about. Sometimes its difficult to condense and share for purposes of relating.

^CHVRCHES – The Mother We Share^

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*You think I should go there, Clicky? …/lights up and smokes… Alright then…*

Back to the subject of personal reflection on the period of time since 21st August 2017, it was shortly after the eclipse that my interesting in Lashy’s Gnostic teachings was rekindled with his ‘Decoding the Mandela Effect’ series on YTube…

*Fucked up a ton of posts here though when he took them down to start his school…/flicks ash… Probably for the best though eh, Clicky? … /deep drag… Not in his image afterall…*

… One of the things Molly McCord said about of the New Moon in Leo later this month was that it will bring new narratives, new stories. As a writer and co-editor of the Underdog Anthology series of books, this was of great interest to me: any cosmic help in developing new story ideas, is welcome. Since the 2017 eclipse, 9 separate anthology volumes have been published and another is scheduled for this Halloween. I need to get my thinking cap on…

deadwood Tom Nuttall

*/puffs contentedly… Thanks for the vote of confidence, Clicky… /pats snout…*

I’ll pass back to Cade for some final reflecting…

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May your thinking cap for the upcoming book be a fucking fabulous one Roob. 🙂

Me? Imma put my reflecting hat on for a bit longer.

^Imperial March Recorder^

As far as reflecting goes, 2017 was a weird year for me. Difficult in talking about some of it without talking about all of it, as parsing the tale tells nothing. That said, I do recall heading out to the National Cemetery not long after the eclipse to see my pop and older sister. Early September. A bird had shit on dad’s tombstone. Musta been a fucking Pterodactyl based on the size of the splatter. A shitty exclamation point on a shitty year? Maybe. But I didn’t think that then and I don’t think it now, so now I’m gonna have to question why I’m reflecting other than I’ve been instructed to do so by an astrologist who tells me the time is right for doing so.

To be fair, I’ve been in a reflective state pretty much this entire year. Am not writing, can’t think straight, having trouble remembering things, under quite a bit of pressure, few writing ideas, and what few there are I cannot hold onto. It would be easy for me to say that the hope that I lost in early 2017 was regained in late 2017, but that ride from December 2017 to December 2019 has began to crumble under me. However, I don’t really feel like anything is crumbling. Shifting maybe, but not crumbling. Prolly because I’ve got other things going on that fill me with hope whilst everything else simultaneously goes to shit? No idea. Been a damn strange year, and a lot of people seem to be completely filled with some anticipation of total collapse. But not me. Can’t say why I’m not filled with fear and doubt, but I’m not.

This “Lion’s Gate” stuff is strange because August 8th is forevermore gonna be a weird day for me personally. Pop was born on August 8th in 1941, he died 8 days before my older sister’s birthday, and my older sister died on August 8th in 2013. If any of that means anything, I have no idea what it is outside of the obvious. Not anything I can share anyway. Mom is Taurus, dad is Leo, older sis is Sagittarius, younger sister is Gemini, I’m a Scorpio. My older sister was the son my father never had, my younger sister was born on Father’s Day, and I’m just kinda in the way. Hanging out. Chillin’. Dodging the bullets I can dodge. Fairly middling, kinda plain, nothing particularly special about me ‘cept I’m sickly as hell and allergic to every fucking thing on the planet; doing my best to be okay with all that. Not sure what else it is I need to be doing. Although if anyone could fuck up something as seeming simple as reflecting, I prolly can. Still, sometimes just kinda seems like people are being nosy whilst appearing to be discreet. Guess sometimes you just gotta take shit on faith, hope for the best, all whilst preparing yourself for a royal ass-fucking.

^Lightnin’ Hopkins-Business You’re Doin’^

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*Can you go find a suitable Song to end on, Clicky?*

*No, the post is far too long to get into all that. Just the Song, Clicky… /stubs butt… And try and find sumfin that evokes reflections on rippled water. If it exists…*

That’s the end of this post, Dear Reader. Thank you for your time and attention. Enjoy the rest of your we kenned and… Have a Song ❤

 

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