— Five Times August (@FiveTimesAugust) June 25, 2022
This man is the reason Roe v. Wade got overturned today. Not an Achilles, or Caesar, a working-class man who cared about his grandson, not the revolution. pic.twitter.com/zS5jeerbtg
No one can doubt that we live in a world where climate changes. For 4,000 years warmer climate has left an imprint on human society. Great civilisations flourished in temperatures much warmer than today – Egypt, Rome, the Maya & the Medieval era. Cold brings only misery & death. pic.twitter.com/Fw9kfATiQo
You do know, don’t you, that human beings descended from mycelium. Mycelium are 2.4 billion years old – the oldest multi-cell organism on earth. They can theoretically live forever & are most common creator of earth. They are the origin of sexual reproduction, mother of us all. pic.twitter.com/ZJSykqlmUp
*Yes, it was my 55th birthday yesterday, Clicky… /pats snout… It’s quite remarkable just how much The Rum Diary foreshadowed Johnny Depp and Amber Heard’s relationship that followed…*
Dear Reader, as you may or may not have deduced from Clicky’s recent posts, I have been totally engrossed and grossed out by the Johnny Depp Vs Amber Heard defamation trial, that’s been going on for six weeks in Fairfax, Vagina, I mean Virginia, and is scheduled to conclude tomorrow. My evenings have been filled with little else…
…if everyone is putting apple slush out for bees, and the bees aren’t getting their nectar from trees and plants, the bees will not be pollinating trees and plants…right? Bees will be fat and happy for a while, but eventually there will be no more apples for apple slush because there are no more apple trees, the bees will die, and so will everything else. Oh sure, for a short time apple producers are going to be reporting record profits because lunkheads are purchasing apples in droves, and bee populations will thrive, but it’s little more than a buildup to collapse.
That is of course unless humans (*cough*…corporations) are pollinating trees and plants and/or have developed trees and plants that do not require pollination.
Still, it sounds to me like apple producers are simply trying to bump sales. We are talking about humans and human endeavours afterall. Humans will eventually lose interest and/or get lazy, stop putting out the apple slush, and the bees will all die because they forgot who and what they were when they became totally dependent upon humans and their trendy bullshit.
^Elvis Presley – I Got Stung (New Sound Remastered)^
Let us have another “wait a fucking minute here” moment…
…wait, wait, wait and hold the goddamn phone for a minute.
Q: What in the holy hell are “four year olds” doing “at school”?
A: ???
Why are “four year olds” not at home? With mom. Or even dad. What are “four year olds” doing “at school” in the first place?!? Oh right…both mom and dad work all day so that your little family enterprise can afford a better standard of living. Better home in a nicer area, better cars, better food, nicer clothes, better holidays…all that good stuff that corporations have to offer these days…you want it for your family. Or perhaps it’s some other excuse (reason). Maybe its just that mom is a liberated woman who refuses to sacrifice her career for the traditional family life and be at the mercy of the patriarchy, and as a result puts the child/children into the care of others.
Here’s the tweet I actually saw…
How ridiculous,unethical and total crazy is this,brain washing infants 🤬👹Scotland needs to get rid ASAP 👇 pic.twitter.com/4IvCG1JF7T
— Isabella Robertson (@Isabell17267660) May 24, 2022
Infants?
Hey…it’s real simple…if you want your children “brainwashed” according to your own needs, wants and desires, then don’t fucking put them into the care of others/make your child dependent on others 5 minutes after your child is weaned, all so you can get back to work and making money ASAP. Take Nicola Sturgeon’s face off that Nazi photograph, put your own face on it, and be your own fascist in your own realm. Make the sacrifices required to make it happen, and stop trying to be a dictator outside of your own little bubble. Simple.
Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
^ATTLAS – Parallel Lines (Enzo Bennet Remix)^
One of the most interesting aspects of that trainwreck above, is that yet again, old people are sending young people to front lines to fight their battles. You are putting your own children between you and your enemy/enemies, and you’re asking your own children to get bloody for you. Infants no less. Infants and 4 year olds. You’re sending infants and 4 year olds out to do your fighting for you. Don’t sweat it tho. A very long and historied tradition this is.
^War is young men dying and old men talking^
You realize that “your” child does not belong to you, right? They are not property. I mean, you don’t belong to your parents, do you? “Your” children are living beings that are temporarily in your care. You are a steward, and your term has an expiration date. These children will develop their own needs, wants and desires, and someday they are going to go off into the world, be totally and completely their own person/independent of you and your selfish mandates, making their own choices and decisions. And here you are kicking them the fuck out into the world before they can even walk, and forcing them to start becoming themselves before they have a single clue as to who you are and before you have a chance to make a real imprint on them.
I gotta wonder what your real beef is. Meaning, it seems like people who are yelling and screaming about this kind of shit are actually harboring guilt for choosing day care + career over “traditional family”. You’re not mad at Nicola Sturgeon or the SNP or the Scottish government or LGBTQIA+ activists, you’re mad at yourself for making the choices you have and setting your own preferences.
*cough* money and material possession and upwards mobility and social standing, etc., etc. *cough*
If it bothers you that “your children” are making decisions and life choices that are not in line with your own, seriously, can you not see that you are the fascist? You are the dirty commie trying to do others’ thinking for them?
This bit is written with a certain someone in mind. This certain someone is almost sure to never, ever, read these words I’m about to write, but I feel compelled to write them anyway.
– – –
This world is not filled with evil people and evil things.
This world is not filled with evil.
You, are afraid.
You are afraid of anything, everything.
You so doubt yourself and your ability to meet challenges and deal with adversity, that you feel a need to become the very thing it is you fear.
You fear being hurt, being taken advantage of.
You fear having your life disrupted.
You fear not being able to do the things that you want to do or being hindered in any way.
You see, in everyone else, and in everything else, the potential to possess these qualities.
As such, you seek out the very things that do this.
In effect, you become the hindrance.
You become the hurter and the one who takes advantage of.
You become the disruptor.
You become the hindrance.
You become the evil you so fear.
And why do you fear this evil so?
Because it lives in you, and some part of you knows this.
You, say you love the world, but everything about you says otherwise.
This world that you love, only exists in you.
There is room for nothing else in this world, but you.
You, are the destroyer, not them.
So yeah, you are right that this world is full of evil…and you are the very one cultivating it.
– – –
Maybe someone else needs to hear that too. Maybe not.
/shrug
Just got thinking last night about how we are told things, we believe them, and the demonstrable evidence is either lacking or missing entirely. The only way to “make it so” is via propagation of the lie. Create these little capacitors to carry a something they do not understand, they just, do. Do as programmed. Behave as instructed. You never met God, never met Satan, but you’ll dance to their tune(s) because some human fuckhead told you to. We seek out evidence to support these claims, and we may even begin to manufacture shit ourselves so that we have our evidence. This evidence is not for ourselves of course because we know it to be a total fabrication. No, this is for others. Make us not feel so alone in being ourselves duped, so we turn around and dupe others. Perpetuate the lie(s). Misery loves company. Blah blah blah.
Go fuck yourselves...the lot of you.
^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia (feat. Foster The People) [Club Mix]^
Yes, I get very angry sometimes at having to play your reindeer games. Probably more despair than anger to be honest. You disrupt me. You hurt and harm me. You flat out flummox me with your contemptuous bile spewed out upon anyone who acts in any way contrary to your own designs and desires. You drag me through your bullshit, and what’s worse is that I can feel that you want out of your loop(s), but you’ve become so comfortable with this loop/these loops that you have trouble parting with it/them.
That's why you come to me.
You want out, you know I know the way, so you seek me out for advice as to how. Some part of you wants to stay in it/them tho. You hate for me to tell you this. Perhaps you like hearing it tho. Perhaps you ego spies in them the opportunity to become the godlike something you so desire to become. Your ego sees that shedding these loops and removing yourself from them will remove all hope of becoming that all-seeing, all-knowing, and all-powerful being you want to become. The desire to act with impunity and have no fear of repercussions or any ill-effects. To act, free of guilt. To become untouchable. If you do not keep that ambitious part of you rooted in the notion of eradicating that which displeases you, you can never become the singularity you’ve grown to desire to become.
I’ve got news for you, to desire one thing, and to seek to acquire one thing, is to get…one thing. You also love to hear me say it…to seek nothing, is to find everything. To know nothing, is to know everything. To shed all, is to gain all. You don’t believe any of it, but you love to hear me say it.
^cLOUDDEAD ‘Dead Dogs Two’ (BOC mix) Music Video (Unofficial)^
What makes “all of this” the more vexing, is that I’ve seen and/or experienced some damn weird shit. I’m in no way contending that “The Else” does not exist. Quite to the contrary. There’s something, but I cannot qualify beyond that. Also, it’s been my experience that “The Else” is not a group thing. It/They don’t do parties. At least not in the way and ways that we here on Earth/Terra seem to view groups and/or how groups should behave. One entity, one path. And more than that, it’s your own particular and specific path. You cannot walk my path and find The Else. Sure I can guide you maybe sometimes, can help, or maybe just be supportive of you as you are lost, wandering, and I can provide no guidance or assistance at all other than just be supportive and encourage you to keep going.
Now you may be asking yourself “DUDE! Cade! Is it possible that you yourself have been duped?!”
No.
In fact, I’d say that it’s impossible that I’ve been duped.
Why?
Because it’s not even remotely “possible” that I’ve been duped, rather it’s “likely” that I’ve been duped.
Likely almost to the point of certainty that I’ve been duped.
Wanna hear something every more unsettling?
That's all part of the game.
Necessary. Certainly a necessity. At times, you are going to have to be totally, and stunningly…duped. Taken for a ride. Your ignorance taken advantage of. You will be shown “who is boss”, so to speak, but the experience of it will be more humbling than humiliating. More enlightening than demoralizing. More sweet than sour. I know this sounds contrary, but one has to actually stand in such moments to understand them and to truly appreciate how gentle, delicate and caring this seemingly otherwise heavy-handedness really is. It makes one feel a part of, rather than apart from. Inclusive. And better yet, exclusive, because it was all designed and enacted, for you, and you alone.
Yes, many have come before, and many will come after. But this moment in time, amongst the uncountable, and in the unknowable, you as the individual that you are, are acknowledged, and you get to see, experience and understand the tiniest sliver of the unknowable. Don’t get too cocky tho. You’re gonna be slapped back to reality almost as quickly as you left it, but to me that made the whole thing all the more funny. Your results may (and likely will) vary. I personally love absurdity and paradox. The more ridiculous the better. Some folks don’t. I get the feeling The Universe knows this, and they may cater to your own dietary and/or cultural requirements.
^Holy Fuck-Tom Tom^
Your vagina is huge.
My, you sure do have a large vagina.
I want a woman with a big vagina.
Those don't sound quite right, do they?
And to confound even further, and whether you realize it or not, any discussion on “big” is a simultaneous discussion on “small”. Without some opposing context, anything scalar loses all meaning. All is equal, and scale is irrelevant. And let us say you find your lady with the giant vagina…how many unsatisfactory vaginas did you cycle through before finding your big woo woo? Doesn’t the small/big ratio also say something about scale? Anyway, your quest is over.
Q: What does one do at the end of a quest?
A: Rest.
Fucking hell, you find your perfect fanny, and all you can do is bask in your own satisfaction having found it?!?!? Desire dies. There’s nothing left to do. Not even your perfect, massive, vajayjay.
All right, all right, I’ll spring and tell you what I’m really thinking about here, and that is the role that dissatisfaction plays in satisfaction. The role(s) that which is null plays in not null. Opposition. Specifically, I’m thinking about how a place of perfection can exist, sans imperfection. How can one know that they exist in a “perfect” space, if there is nothing which exists to color and contrast that perfection?
Take the place known as “Heaven”, for example. Unless “Hell” is right next door, “Heaven” loses all meaning. In fact, Heaven would be some bland nullspace which, I would think, carries a resonance that prevents it from actually existing. It destroys itself at the moment of its creation because its lacks the very thing it purports to provide…harmony. And if Hell does indeed exist, and its right next door…whew! A bunch of rowdy-assed neighbors is gonna drop the property values in Heaven substantially.
Diminish the meaning of “what Heaven is”.
In fact, one could probably argue that Heaven and Hell existing simultaneously creates…normalcy? Certainly the normalcy that we know and understand. States of being, times of being, which allow existence to actually exist. I’m not saying that you cannot find your perfect something as I believe that one can. But, then what? Sustain? Maintain? How do you go about doing that? I think I should also mention, you’re not the only seeker in the Universe ya know. Someone else out there may also be seeking the very same thing(s) you were seeking.
Q: What if they find you, in possession of the very things they were seeking?
A: !oh shit!
You gonna share?
Yeah, I thought not.
^Ol’ Dirty Bastard feat. MC Eiht & E-40 – Shimmy Shimmy Ya – Studio Ton Remix (Official Video)^
You know what I’m reminded of when someone starts flashing “gang signs”?
A cop flashing a badge.
Once that “identification” is made, you’ve announced yourself as someone with some kind of authority, you’ve got a someone or something behind you, and you are now free to do whatever in the fuck you want, good or bad, right or wrong.
Just me, but when I see someone wearing gang colors or flashing gang signs or announcing that you’ve got a “street name”, you’re flashing your “creds” just like a cop would. Ain’t no difference between you and any other dickhead out there looking to exploit your position within an architecture to take advantage of those who have no such protections. At the end of the day tho, I guess that’s why we join groups. We get sick of feeling alone and powerless, so we join the very groups who take advantage of the alone and powerless.
Makes sense.
I guess that’s why we wear designer clothes and drive expensive cars and seek to live in exclusive housing, wear expensive makeup, style our hair a certain way, wear jewelry, wear colognes and perfumes, accessorize, etc.. Virtue signaling to let everyone know what tribe we belong to. Kinda funny that we go out of our way to set ourselves apart as being or doing something different, yet we’re really just doing the same shit. Different handbag and shoes maybe, but the same shit.
^Green Velvet – Bigger Than Prince (Hot Since 82 Remix)^
We live with several death clocks constantly ticking, and we, ironically pay them little to no mind.
Death Clock 01: Breathing – this particular Death Clock gets reset every few seconds, but the limit that this particular Death Clock can run is about 6 minutes before you will cease to be you in this Earthly context.
Death Clock 02: Water – this particular Death Clock, for most, gets reset several times per day, but the limit that this particular Death Clock can run is about 3 days/72 hours before you will cease to be you in this Earthly context.
Death Clock 03: Food – this particular Death Clock, again for most, gets reset several times per day, but the limit that this particular Death Clock can run is about 30 to 40 days/720 hours to 960 hours before you will cease to be you in this Earthly context.
Now that you’ve got your head wrapped around those, let us address some of the more abstract and extraneous clocks that are just as real as those previously mentioned.
Death Clock 04: Pressure – we can’t really put a more or less standard type time on this one because death and life are so constant and at the same time finite, but we can say that too much pressure will crush, and too little pressure will discorporate, both resulting a rather expeditious (finite in time) type death.
Death Clock 05: Hope – the clock is related in many ways to DC 04 in that it will utilize pressure to cease the operations of DC 01/DC 02/DC 03, but not so direct as say traveling to the depths of an ocean or venturing outside of our planet’s atmosphere, but the presence of Hope keeps pressure in “The Goldilocks Zone” of “just right”, and the absence of Hope will cause a change in pressure which results in, you guessed it, death. Again, no real way to put a timer on this particular clock but it could be everything from starvation to firearms to asphyxiation to rapid deceleration trauma to engaging in risky/dangerous activities which could hasten death over longer periods to a poison being introduced to tax/pressure systems to shut down, etc., etc..
I could go on and on and list Death Clocks for everything from love to hate to taxes to adultery to walking down the wrong alleyway, but that’s not really the point of the exercise. Actually, there really is no “point” to this exercise other than to point out that death is always and forever, more a part of our lives than we give credit. Death is no some abstract or random chance type something that shows up when you least expect it or even when you most expect it…it’s just kinda…there. Always. Which makes me wonder…
Q: Why do we seem to view life through the lens of death, yet we never pay the lens of death much mind.
A: I'd go further an say that we pay neither life nor death much mind, but that's just me.
I’ve got no answers. I only know that I see death everywhere and in every thing. Doesn’t bother me. Yes, it used to, but eventually I guess I kinda got acclimated to seeing it. Didn’t desensitize me to it either, still stings like a mofo, but yeah I think I’m more acclimated to it now. Probably just a holdover from my youth and inexperience in wondering why I would exist in a world that contains so many pitfalls and so many avenues to death. If nothing else, it’s a metaphor for learning where to step, and where not to step. Maybe even for learning just how tenuous/precarious life actually is. How important balance is/can be. Lots of stuff here than can sustain life, lots of stuff here that can end it. Lots to learn on either side of the isle.
^(HD) Sydney Blu – Give It Up For Me (Original Mix)^
Ya think it’s possible to run out of memory? I get the feeling that I’ve addressed this topic in my writing previously seeing as how I first started contemplating the concept quite sometime back, but the topic has been creeping back into my head as of late and I’ve no idea why. Well, that’s not necessarily true as Texas having it’s own power grid has been a subject of some debate ever since the ice storms of 2021, and the entirety of the United States of America seems to be really upset that the State of Texas has its own power grid that is somewhat separate from the rest of the country. Kinda weird people suddenly getting pissed over this as its not as if Texas one day suddenly had its own power grid.
So you’re likely asking yourself at this point…”dude, what does electricity have to do with memory?” Welp, memory is storage space. As it pertains to computer memory, we’re talking about electrons stored in some medium capable of storing them. Now, I’d like to point out that my thoughts on “running out of memory” are not necessarily talking about running out of resources that can be used in manufacturing memory devices. Silicon is indeed “the biggie”, and sand, and more specifically certain types of sand(s), is/are most definitely running low thanks to construction(s) of all kinds. But the primary concept is reaching a physical limit to where even if there is a medium that should be capable of storing information, it cannot because some previously unknown or unthought about limit has been reached. Some maximum that exists in the firmament and/or ether has been broached or breached, and the laws of physics as we know them, no longer seems to apply. Some “null point” existed out there, we had no idea it was there, but now things that should work…do not.
^sydney blu give it up for me deadmau5 remix^
We can all relate to running out of space. Hell, the current domicile in which I reside? Holy fuck, “my room” is so chock full of shit that I can barely walk in here. I have no place to write, so I haven’t been writing, and even when I do write I have to either sit on the side of the bed with my keyboard on my lap or sit on the floor in a very uncomfortable position which dictates that I’m constantly shifting my bodyweight, readjusting my position, and I gotta stand up every 15 minutes or so or else my legs will fall asleep. Doing anything at all in this room is uncomfortable and/or high-maintenance.
We’re such packrats, that when we do start grabbing, we never fucking stop. It’s only until things are way past the tipping point that we ever stop and say to ourselves…”hey, I might be running out of space!” By then its too fucking late. You were at critical mass WAY the fuck back down the highway, friend. It is with that in mind that I have to wonder as to why accommodations were not made prior to critical mass, why the proper questions were not raised previously, which makes me wonder why there are not people in the world currently pondering the question…”What happens when we run out of memory?”.
Not “if”, “when”.
Fuck it. If no one else wants to, I’ll do it. I swear, I gotta do everything around here.
^ANNA – Drum Machines Do Have Soul^
I worked an 11 hour shift yesterday, and from the moment I arrived, the vast majority of people I encountered over the course of the day could not shut the fuck up about the Will Smith/Chris Rock thing that transpired at the Oscar’s show. It’s not like they were talking about it, it was as if they had to talk about it. It was as if, suddenly, everything that existed in their lives prior to Sunday night March 27th of 2022 had been put on hold or was no longer relevant in any way.
I don’t watch tv, and even if I did I sure as shit wouldn’t be watching some awards show, so I had to learn about this “event” from my friend across the pond. My first thought upon watching the clip? Holy shit…there is so fucking much wrong with this transaction, and not just and only the obvious. The first being, it showed just how fake television really is. How fake media really is. A “real” something happens, right in the big middle of a totally scripted and orchestrated something, and the real thing looks…fake. It was so out of place that one immediately had to wonder if the whole thing was scripted or if there was some kind of trickery going on. And why wouldn’t it look fake? Our brains have become so programmed to watching scripted things that we try and force ourselves to believe that anything and everything that happens during the course of an event “is part of the act”. Some plot twist or diversion, distraction or misdirection, but still part of the show. That everything is unfolding due to some plan, and everything will be explained/made clear at the end.
Sounds almost like standard Judeo/Christian thinking.
Everything is unknowable, until such time it is knowable, but even then someone else is going to explain it to you. Someone (or some thing) else will be behind what you know, and when you know it.
Um….duh? Of course they are “scripted roles”. The part of that truth that you don’t want to accept tho?
You, are the script writer.
You elected them. You expect them to behave in certain ways. The office(s) itself/themselves carries/carry an expected decorum, temperament, responsibilities, etc.. You, are the puppetmaster(s). Fucking hell, that’s the whole point of “representative” anything…they are a proxy you. You’re too busy to do the job yourself, so your hire the work out to someone else, and you expect, nay demand, that they dance to your tune. You want them, to be you. It’s like a weird parental type thing where you’re adopting a surrogate child, and you get all bent out of shape when this surrogate does not carry your legacy in the way(s) that you want. They rebel and do what they want/what they think is best for themselves (and, of course they do, because no one likes to be told what to do or how to behave or how to react in a given set of circumstances) and you throw a temper tantrum as a result. Don’t want to live in a world that creates puppets? Then don’t participate in a system that creates a massive number of puppetmasters trying to control a finite number of puppets.
^’Forget’ – Patrick Topping^
This is where folks also potentially miss the mark as it pertains to religion/gods/goddesses. You yourself don’t want to serve, you want to be served. You don’t want to go along with the divine’s plan(s) for your life, you want to order the divine around, make them dance to your tune. Fuck the DJ’s playlist, you’re bombing the request line with what YOU want to hear.
“Gimme this”
“I want that”
“Did you see that weird growth on my foot? Can you do something about that?”
“My neighbor is really pissing me off…eliminate them please.”
"Can you tell me what is right and just regarding this Will Smith/Chris Rock thing?"
You never just chat with the divine about small pleasures, you always and forever, want it all, and you want the divine to give it to you…right fucking NOW! Nevermind ever other person/entity in existence, you are special and the only thing that should matter on the gods’ agenda.
Q: Have you ever been kneeling at the alter at church, praying, and said to God “Sup yo! How has your day been?”
A: Fuck no you haven't.
You’re down there in front of the church wailing and weeping, wrapped up in your own woes and self-pity, asking God to sort your tangled bullshit out whilst simultaneously putting on your public display in front of the entire congregation so as to get them chatting about “Oh my! What’s wrong with so-and-so?! They sure do seem to be in some kind of trouble!” You want me to venture a guess at how God/the gods’ day is going?
It fucking sucks.
It’s their day off, it’s a lovely day, and every single believer in them has chosen to be inside a gloomy structure and do nothing but wail and weep and piss and moan to the Almighty about how terrible things are. Life is awful, and it’s all God’s fault. BTW, if Sunday (or Saturday) is God’s day off, I get the feelings that prayers will not be received until the following business day. Ever gone on vacation, then when you get back to work, your email inbox is fucking jammed with a week or two’s worth of bullshit waiting for you? I get the feeling this could potentially be what it’s like for God/the gods. When they come back to work after their day off, their inbox is so jammed with petty shit, they have trouble finding the important stuff. Accept it; you are part of the problem.
Hell, you are the problem.
^Pleasurekraft & Green Velvet – Skeleton Key (Format B Remix)^
Vagina? Um, not trying to split pubic hairs here, but wouldn’t that be “vulva” and not “vagina”? Seems like “showing a little bit of vagina” would be a much more intricate and involved process bordering on a gynecological exam or legs akimbo, whereas showing a little bit of vulva” is rather straightforward.
But, what do I know.
I’m not a biologist, and apparently, one has to be a biologist in order to possess an understanding of biological things.
/shrug
^Sam Cooke – What A Wonderful World (Official Lyric Video)^
And speaking of lady bits, is a woman’s woo woo considered “cooked” if it’s been doused with chemicals and scents and products of all kinds designed to alter “the natural state” of said woo woo?
Was listening to that Ol’ Dirty Bastard tune and got to thinking of the concept of “baby I like it raw.” Well, if the woo woo has received a chemical baking prior to snacking, it ain’t raw. Sorry if you don’t understand where I’m coming from (no pun intended) but in the back of my mind is the lawsuits surrounding women who used talcum powder on their coochie, and eventually developed all kinds of issues as a result. You can read about it if you want.
You can even research it yourself further if you so desire.
I’m just thinking about the concept of women so trying to alter “the natural state” of their fanny, that alteration is eventually exactly what happens.
^No Mana & i_o – Bad Things (feat. Fay) [Original Mix]^
You may have noticed that this writing is chronologically backwards.
There are many moments in life. One of the more interesting being when you are folding a comforter, having to suspend it way up in the air by holding it up over your head so you can straighten it out, your knuckles come into contact with particleboard paddles moving at speed, and you suddenly remember…”HEY! I have a ceiling fan, and the damn thing is on!”
Don’t fret tho, I’m fine. I really didn’t need those particular layers of epidermis anyway.
^Matt Lange – Morbidly Obese (Redacted Mix)^
I GOT LAID LAST NIGHT!!!
OK, so, calm your sex hormones, I was asleep and it was a dream, but…I GOT LAID LAST NIGHT!!!
lolz...
About as close to sexual intercourse as am ever to get again, so, close enough. Anyway, she was quite young, probably 35 years old, and quite fit. Yeah, lotta red flags there, and I’ll go ahead and spoil it in that I honestly didn’t wake up feeling great about having an meaningful erotic dream because the whole damn dream was so full of red flags that I’m still torn as to whether I had a good time in the dream or not. We’ll get to that tho.
Anyway, I’m in this huge room in a house that I do not know, the room is painted flat white, plenty of lighting although I would not exactly call the room bright, the dark beige carpets and many assorted rugs everywhere, and the room is rather strange because it had to be at least 30 x 30 feet (9 x 9 metres) but the room contained no vaulted ceilings nor even elevated ceilings. Seemed more like a giant garage that someone had finished out. Another weird thing was that there were all manner of people coming and going. Seemed like every 5 seconds, someone was popping in one door, then exiting another, which brings up another oddity about this room in that it had an excessive amount of doors. Only 4 walls but each wall seemed to have way many more doors than even a room of this size would require, and I started to think maybe this room I found myself in must be a centralized type room rather than some add-on type room.
To make matters even more strange, everyone who popped into the room never loitered, and they always closed the doors. They’d walk into the room from one door, close it, make a beeline for another door, open, ingress, close. And yes, there were also a ridiculous amount of people moving about. So yeah, here I am in this room, reading a book, and this gal pops in and starts chatting me up. Really strange as not a single person has paid me one bit of attention, then all of a sudden this on lady not only notices me, but she makes a beeline for me instead of a door, then starts up a conversation.
(red flag...no one, and I mean NO ONE in my real life ever strikes up a conversation with me, and if they do, I can almost be assured that they want something and they think I have it)
I cannot recall how it was that this conversation turned into a sexual encounter so rapidly, but I do recall her beginning to strip down to reveal a bikini, immediately removed her bikini top, mentioned that she’d been interested for some time in perhaps becoming friends with me but could never work up the courage to speak with me, and she then said something like, “I’ve also heard you were a great lay and I want to see for myself”.
(yep, another red flag)
Let me interject at this point to explain that “the feeling” of the dream was as such that none of this felt particularly awkward within the framework of the dream itself. Yes, I recall having a “is this really happening?” type of feeling, but at the same time the environment itself did not emit that “RUN!!!” vibe. Like, somehow, and embedded within the framework of the dream itself, there was nothing within the perceptible realms of sensory and logical data which even hinted at the “something is really fucking wrong here dude! Fucking run! Run for your fucking life!”, which I know for a fact is quite prevalent within my actual life. Which is why I am single, why I do not “chase women” or date or whatever, why I am hesitant about trying to find a relationship, blah blah blah.
Digress.
So, at this point I’m sitting on the floor with the book I was reading still in hand, this really attractive and shapely woman is standing right in front of me wearing only bikini bottoms, looking at me, and I finally have this strange vibe wash over me. It is not really a warning signal of sorts, more of a “this relationship is unlikely to work out long-term” more than a “this relationship will end very badly” sort of vibe. It is at this exact same moment that she quickly stoops down, begins kissing me quite passionately (or at least, forcefully) and simultaneously begins to unbutton/unzip the shorts I’m wearing. Is it weird to say “the shorts I’m wearing”? Is it really necessary for me to point out that the shorts she is unbuttoning/unzipping are not a pair in my dresser drawer? Should I have said “my shorts” instead of “the shorts I’m wearing”? Not sure how to phrase that as both of those seem odd to me.
Digress.
Once unbuttoned and unzipped, she grabs the sides of my shorts, then backs away and pulls them off. She’s bent over facing towards me and she pulls my shorts down rather hastily but unevenly/alternates which side she is pulling on, and as a result her breasts, which are not large nor particularly pendulous even due to her posture, rock side to side as a result of her pulling motion on my shorts. Gonna take a moment here to mention that the form of a woman and the motion(s) of her being are fascinating to me. Even when a woman is standing still, and even in/with women who are somewhat less than “the ideal woman shape(s)”, her form is moving always. The curves, the bends, the way in which a woman moves…everything about a woman’s form is an absolute delight. Oh, and again this woman was quite fit, but she had hips for days. Even if she’d had more substantial breasts, and even had she not been wearing French-cut bikini bottoms, I don’t think either would have diminished the majesty of her hips. I’d not seen her ass yet, but I’m about to.
Moving on.
As soon as my shorts came off, she dropped them to the floor, and without missing a beat she grabbed her bikini bottoms, off they came, and to the floor they also went. She quickly marched right back towards me, straddling my legs and facing me and placing her public mound almost right in my face, again leaned down/bent over, grabbed my shirt at the bottom, which now placed her breasts right in my face, she then stood again taking my shirt off as shit did, dropped it to the floor, then offered me her hand. I put my book down, she pulled me to my feet and then led me to one of the many rugs that were laying about the room. She sat down, never releasing my hand, pulled me to the floor then pushed on me indicating I should lay down and on my side, she then turned opposite me and then laid down in the 69 position for a moment, but then immediately flipped over laying facing away from me putting her ass right in my face and she said “I want you to start by my licking my ass”.
I told her, and rather matter-of-factly I might add, that “we are not well acquainted enough yet for me to do that sort of thing.” She sat up on an elbow, looked at me, then gave a mock frown, she then got a really alluring look in her eye, her face turned from the fake frown to a sultry smirk and said, “well then, that will give me something to look forward to at some future meeting. But as for now…” at which point she flipped back over facing me, and things get a little blurry at this point.
Yes, we engaged in all manner of “freaky sex” encompassing just about every position and configuration you might be able to imagine, but it really was blurry. We were doing these things, but within the framework of the dream and even now that I am outside of the dream, there was all kinds of stuff happening but it all had this strange air that it was not actually happening, even tho it was. Keep in mind that during all of this, people are still coming and going in and out of these doors. Not a single soul is paying us one bit of mind, and we too are generally not paying them any mind other than perhaps I did seem to notice that people were coming and going.
So, with that in mind, we’d been “at it” for some time, when suddenly, a woman walks into the room via a door, and she makes straight for us. This is quite jarring of course since everyone else seems to not know we exist at all. This woman walks over and seems to know this woman I’m having intercourse with. She is what some might call “a bit heavyset” or perhaps “chunky” or “healthy” or some other nonsense nomenclature that we pigeonhole folks with. She’s pretty, with long hair that is kinda frazzled as if she’s been walking outside in the wind, sizeable breasts that do not appear to be restrained by a bra, and through her shirt, I can see that her breasts almost appear to be resting on her belly, even tho she really doesn’t have “a belly”.
I guess I don’t feel bad about somewhat “sizing her up” as I’ve tried since she arrived to make eye contact with her but she is ignoring me completely, and it’s almost as if she can see me attempting to make eye contact but consciously avoid it it. So, here I am sitting on the floor, my legs extended out straight and my hands behind me/holding me up, the woman I am with is atop me in “regular cowgirl”, and this other woman is just standing there and looking at my partner, who is also looking at this woman/they are in eye contact, and this new woman says rather flatly, “Can I have him next?”
lolz...
I didn’t laugh in the dream, but I gotta laugh here because I think at this point my brain has to KNOW, even in slumber, and without a doubt, that this, is a dream. The woman I’m with shoots me a glance, has a smirk on her face, and whilst still looking at me she says “I don’t mind sharing him if he doesn’t mind giving you a turn of your own.” The other woman did an immediate about-face, went straight for the same door she’d entered the room via, and left, all without so much a shooting me a single glance or acknowledging me in any way, other than her request to my partner “for a turn”.
OK, so at this point, the fuzzy sexual encounter with this current partner gets even more fuzzy. I only know that we seemed to have continued our exploits in some way(s), but I honestly have no idea in what way(s) nor the length of time expended. I only know that it seems like a large amount of time was somehow compacted into a small space, and then suddenly, she was gone. The very moment she was gone, her “friend” reappeared, marched right over to me, and said “did you know that she is married?”
Somewhat aghast, I replied that I did not know she was married, and now I’m suddenly thrown into this rapid depression of “fucking hell, now I gotta deal with this shit”. I guess this friend of hers “wanted a turn” only to come back and tell me that her friend I was banging, was married. This had all been some kind of setup I guess. But to make matters even more strange, this revelation did not seem to phase the friend one bit. I guess she could tell that I was distressed at the news she’d just provided me, she’s standing above me staring at me rather blankly, she then reaches down and grabs the bottom of her shirt with both of her hands, removes the shirt in an extremely rapid motion, then bends down and starts to kiss me. Her breasts are indeed quite large, and not only are they pendulous, but they are verypendulous.
^The Judy’s – Milk^
Yeah, that’s where the dream ended. An no, I did not wake up in a puddle of goo. I recalled upon waking that she had a lot of orgasms, but I myself don’t recall having any in the dream. I guess I was having entirely too good of a time to bother with the orgasm. During the entire dream, the first lady had some kind of air about her that made me feel at ease. I’m unlikely to be able to describe it to you in any detail, but there was something about her and something about being in her presence that caused no alarm bells, even tho there were most certainly red flags popping up everywhere.
The only actual alarm bell I got was from the second woman, and that was only because of her telling me that the first woman was married. I got no alarm bells from the second woman either, but there was the one red flag (other than the fact that she wanted to have sex with me) and that was that she told me that the other woman was married.
Yep, a red flag and an alarm bell in one.
Lemme splain…see, I got no alarm bells from the first woman, so, even tho this second one says the first is married, how do I know that? The second woman may be lying. I got the red flag in the dream, I got the alarm bell in the dream, so why is it that it only occurred to me after waking that the second woman may have been lying?
Fucked if I know either.
I only know that I felt totally at peace with the first woman and she seemed totally comfortable with herself. Maybe it’s because most of the time she was speaking to me as if I were a person, other times were very matter-of-fact, and there was little in the way of actual seduction or vamping, and I never had the feeling that she was trying to charm me. More like a situation where two people were talking, and it evolved into something else. And for the record, I don’t think that her being considerably younger than I, and also falling within a physical category that I tend not to pay much mind to really played much part. I personally have always had eyes for older women, and “older women” tend to almost never fall into the same physical categories as “younger women” with respect to dimensions and “perfect dimensions” and all that jazz. Got nothing against anyone being younger than me, and at 54 I’m not even sure what “being younger than me” even matters or what part it might play once a woman is deep into her 30’s or 40’s.
Yeah, if some 23 year old woman waltzed up to me and expressed interest? Fucking hell, Jesse Owens time, cause something is wrong with this scene and I’m getting the hell out of there. But someone that is 45 or so? Yeah, that’s weird to contemplate as even tho she’s 9 years younger than I….SHE’S FOURTY-FUCKING-FIVE FOR CHRISSAKES!!! Probably already has an AARP card, owns a burial plot, a vegetable garden, and cares for a minimum of 5 indoor cats and probably at least 10 outdoor cats. Levity aside, she’s been around, and likely loaded with battle scars and baggage.
That, I can relate to.
Experience. And that’s not to say that younger woman or younger folks cannot have experience, because they absolutely can. I guess I’m just a bit weirded out that this one particular woman appeared to be in her early to mid-30’s, but she moved and behaved like someone that was much older. Well, perhaps not physically moving as an older person because she was quite spry and I guess it’s possible that older women may not have the ability to be all sporty and ambitious sexually, but I really wasn’t thinking of “how she moved” as it pertained to coitus. More her mannerisms, how she carried herself, how she behaved.
And why was my time with the second chick so brief? Why did my brain decide that I’d had enough? Very perplexing the lot of it. No idea what it all means tho.
Dreams are weird.
^Animal Collective – My Girls^
Not a clue why I’m suddenly having a dream about a woman.
Two, no less.
Yeah, I’ve had eyes for a few ladies (and I do mean few, meaning, I think exactly four to be specific) over the past 5 years, but I’ve never pursued any because I am in no position to do so. Were my position different, yeah there’s a good chance I would have likely prompted them for an immediate rejection long ago, but I’m in no such position. I’ve not much money, no automobile, I’m old, I’m weird, I’m outcast in my family and have few friends, and am unattractive in just about every way imaginable. Question here being, why am I now dreaming about a woman/women? And why so casual? Is this something in my subconscious thinking about finding a partner that accepts me for who/what I am, as I am?
Meh, I’ll shutup about it and figure it out on my own. Maybe I can figure out something that will result in me getting laid. Will keep you posted.
WAIT!
Actually, I won’t keep you posted. I’m not very gossipy and certainly don’t kiss and tell. Cept maybe that which transpires in my dreams.
/shrug
^Cocteau Twins – Lorelei (Extended Version)^
If you are plumbing the depths of philosophy, and suddenly find yourself thinking that you are smart or wise or learned or have reached enlightenment or you’re a master now or whatever? That feeling of power you are experiencing is actually nature’s alarm bells ringing. You can go ahead and get all high and mighty if you so desire, just know that if you do choose to go that route, an ass-kicking is likely awaiting you somewhere down that path.
Maybe even more than one (assuming you survive the first one and decide to continue on).
Hell, maybe the ass-kickings are worth it. Maybe some special something lay at the end of the path paved by cravings for dominance. And if you think about it, probably the most egotistical path that anyone ever took (or at least so far as I know) was the path taken by God. And yes, that “God” of the Holey Bobble.
I mean, Bible, Holy.
When dissected, that entire creative act was nothing but ego, and all for ego, resulting in a shitload of ego and egos. Seriously, have you ever stopped to consider that God had to, at some point, stop themselves prior to actually creating things, and contemplate the concept of “what if things go wrong?”
Really...chew on that for a moment.
The resources of “existence” are, so far as we know, finite. There’s only so much matter and only so much energy available to work with. If you burn up too much, or even burn it all up, what are you left with? What are your options? To me, I read the creation story of Genesis as an entity taking a very big chance. Yes, this entity was totally alone, probably quite lonely, maybe wanted some company, but if this fucker was/is as smart/intelligent as advertised, that means they HAD to know that, if this doesn’t work, I’m (potentially) fucked forever.
Lotta dynamics in that creation story, but it’s been my experience that no one ever wants to plumb these depths. Really break down what God may have been thinking. Too much reliance on the “all powerful” and “all knowing” angles, with no exploration (nor empathy) at all regarding the psychology of the act(s). Not publicly or outwardly anyway. Good fucking way to get your ass ostracized or maybe even tied to a pole and set on fire. THEN who are you gonna have to talk to, eh?
^The Cure – Catch^
Yeah, at the end of that previous section, I suggested that “siding with God” tends to get one’s ass kicked to the curb, or at least sent to the back of the bus. Even by “the godly”. People have their own understanding of things, and that’s good enough for them. Trouble is, they also require it to be good enough for everyone else.
What I also suggested in the end of the previous section, was that maybe God is isolated because we put them there. Cast them out. Push them away. Look, I am totally honest with you when I say I have no fucking clue if God is real or if there are gods or whatever. But I can also say in complete honesty that “there is something”. I don’t believe, I don’t disbelieve, I exist, and I attempt to assimilate and understand the data provided me as best I can. And holy shit is there a fucking mountain of evidence to suggest that “something” exists. “Something” outside of our understanding and beyond it. Not just and only in the myriad of tales coming to us through the ages either, but here, and now. That the unknowable exists, it can be known to exist, and simultaneously remain unknowable. Now, if that doesn’t instill you with some kind of hope, I don’t know what will. To me anyway, it says that not only can the unknowable be known of, it can be incrementally known, which means that at some point the unknowable can be entirely known.
I would imagine that our mortality/our finite amounts of time as we measure it here could put quite the dampener on such thoughts. Make such a quest seem hopeless or maybe even impossible. But let me add this, and that is, if it is impossible, then from whence does this desire to seek it emanate?
Something is feeding this desire.
If knowing the unknowable was truly impossible, I’d think that the desire to seek the unknowable would also be impossible or incapable of existing. The desire to know the unknowable cannot exist on a plane where the unknowable also exists, yet cannot be known. That says to me that, not only does the unknowable actually exist, but the possibility of knowing the unknowable also exists. I’d also think that the desire to know the unknowable could not exist if the unknowable did not also actually exist.
Wait, did I just repeat myself there kinda? Say something I already said? Meh fuckit…just wondering aloud how I can posses a desire for a something that does not exist. How I can have knowledge of a something that does not have even the tiniest of perceptible indications as to it’s existence.
^Gary Numan – I Dream Of Wires^
Ya know, another thing that seems to be dangerous within philosophy is omission. Suppression. Relegation. Dismissal. Unqualification or even misqualification. These things seem to express themselves for a reason, and to dismiss or otherwise incorrectly qualify them seems to be an invitation for disaster of one kind or another. I know I know, you cannot have distinction without specificity, and specificity requires some level isolation. But this is philosophy we’re talking about. If money ever had competition for attracting gluttonous and/or insatiable persons/entities, I’d think philosophy would be it. Meaning, to “not want it all” with respect to philosophy almost seems like missing the point of philosophical meanderings entirely.
Hey, do you catch the irony in me saying to exclude exclusion? Suppress suppression? Relegate relegation? Dismiss dismissal?
Paradoxical.
I think maybe more than anything I’m thinking of being mindful of when one is being exclusive or when one has excluded a something. Remember that you have done so. Might provide some insight upon encountering impasses. Just, be sure to remember not to suppress your remembering, lest ye forget.
^Ministry “We Believe”^
The stress finally got to me yesterday. It took a shade over seven days to crush my spirit, and I spent a good portion of the late afternoon and evening feeling absolutely terrible.
Physically. Drained.
Like some part of me had given up or maybe just collapsed under the strain. So much hope and so many thoughts of a fresh start, plus perhaps some thoughts of maybe just a little time to breathe and reflect and maybe do some soul searching in the midst of a new perspective…
nope.
An extension of the old. And why not tho? I’m still me, right? Same old person? Seriously, will anyone ever allow you to be anything other than what you are, which is actually an amalgam of what you have been? Nah, people like you the way you are…even if they hate or despise you. People like reliable things. Consistent things. They want others to be reliable, and yes, even if you can only be counted on to be a dirty dish rag. It bolsters their own position. I mean, if you get your shit together and they no longer have complaints about you, they’re out of a job. Suddenly, they become what you were…
an unemployed loser.
On top of that, they were wrong about you, and no one like being wrong. They gotta figure out how they were so wrong about things. And I’d figure they’d also need to either endeavor to put you in your place, or find a new recruit.
Q: Is this what codependency is?
A: ???
A need to find individuals on which one can project their own world view, and self-reinforce that world view in order to reinforce individual perspectives on how the world is and/or how they think the world should be? I only ask because it sounds like codependency with a healthy portion of gaslighting. But, I admit that I don’t understand a lot of these psychological archetypes, and I also think that I’m too hopeful of a person and too happy a person to always try and paint folks in such lights.
Wait! Hol’up, hol’up…wait just a damn minute here…
Q: Is “being hopeful” and/or “being happy” to be considered a psychological condition and/or psychological conditions?
A: Like, a negative psychological condition?
What is it that we are ever, supposed to be. What, is, “right”? Anyone have any ideas?
^Fiction Reform – “Whites in Their Eyes” Basement Records^
One of the problems with philosophic, psychological and similar or related studies is that you cannot engage in studies of such areas without getting dirty in some way. You must leave who you are behind and become something you are not, or at a minimum get out and dabble a bit. Let’s be fair, one does not really need to obtain 3rd degree burns over 90% of one’s body to know that fire is hot and/or fire burns.
One of the interesting dichotomies about the realms known as Heaven and Hell is that these places and the entities that reside in them are so wrapped up in their own individual archetypes that they lack any empathy for their opposition whatsoever, hence, they cannot step outside of their realms and know anything except their own realms. This includes any preconceived notions they have about their opposites and the inherent need to support/reinforce these notions due to where they are. I mean, if you are a resident of Hell, probably not the best of ideas for you to start making “what’s so bad about Heaven?” types of inquiries.
If the Heaven/Hell example doesn’t work for you, maybe think “Democrat/Republican” or “Tory/Labour” or similar. Anyway, the point is, to truly understand the whys, it would appear that you cannot take these answers from the lore of your peers. To truly know, you’re gonna have to go.
Yourself.
You’re gonna have to soujourn, and you’re gonna have to do your best to carry some objectivity with you, otherwise, you may as well just save yourself the time and hassle and just stay home. I have sometimes wondered if this is how the plane we currently find ourselves in, first came into existence in the first place. Entities stepping outside of their bounds of light or dark, questing to know otherness, and here is where they wind up. It’s neither, it’s nor, it’s…whatever this is. Some call it a “middleground”, but I personally have a problem with that because it suggests that “purity” can only exist in light/dark or good/evil, and that this plane cannot have a purity of its own. Cannot have its own essence. Cannot have properties of both (or neither) which make it a thing unto itself. Wholly unto itself. It’s not that, and it’s not that, it is this.
When I think in those terms, this “3D” existence that we are said to occupy, in my mind anyway, breaks down entirely and retreats to its base forms of light/dark. Hell, maybe that’s how universes are destroyed. When the dimensions are as such that they can no longer support a thing where it is a thing unto itself, it collapses.
Standard stuff, right?
Welp, what about the opposite tho? A thing becomes such a distinct and well-defined thing unto itself, that the sources which originally created it are no longer required, and those source universes/dimensions collapse. I have to wonder if it is possible for the ether or perhaps nothingness to collapse. Nothing becomes a something that is not nothing. Would that be a singularity? Or maybe a type of singularity?
/shrug...I'm miles from where this section started.
^Cocteau Twins – Blue Bell Knoll (Dirtyhertz Remix)^
Water is a thing.
Dirt is a thing.
Water + Dirt = a thing called mud.
Mud ain’t an actual thing tho. It’s more of a state of two other things when within a proximity to each other.
What I’m getting at here is how “physical laws” pertain to the abstract concepts known as good and evil or right and wrong or whatever. More than that tho, assuming that pure evil and pure good are tangible things which actually exist, why is there no “pure neither”. When thinking about “states”, there’s a transitional or transient nature to the idea, or at least a finite one. I’d think anything “pure” could be none of these things. It is fixed and yet permeable. Non-reactive. Non-finite. Scale or amount within a wider context is irrelevant. Even if a only single atom of a something exists within the entirety of the known universe, and if it is indeed “pure”, it is non-finite. I guess what I’m pondering here is our own definitions and applications of the term “pure”.
EX: There are those who say “Adolph Hitler was pure evil”. Well, if he was pure evil, why was he so finite? The fucker had been dead for 22 years before I got here, and my entire life, people cannot shut the fuck up about him. Moreover, does chalking up Hitler as “pure evil” give everyone else in history a free pass from evil? Comparatively? Ok yeah, Torquemada was bad, but not as bad as Hitler. This makes no sense as it lessens “the evil” of Torquemada.
What I’m really thinking about tho is how, if Adolph Hitler really was “pure evil”, why did it take so long to manifest in him? An opposite to Hitler is Jesus/Yeshua, and that fucker came out pure pure purefrom the get go. Occurs to me that if someone is indeed capable of being “pure”, they’re gonna be pure start to finish whether good or evil. You cannot catch the the good bug or the evil bug for a period of time, ride it for a while, and expect to be “pure” good or evil. It’s more like you’re infected or have had some kind of mental break. Finite. Passing. A phase.
Look, I’m think that it’s impossible for us to know anything “pure” because we’ve developed some really fucked up ideas as to what pure is via our ideas on how purity is obtained. Mainly via absence of impurity, which if you ask me is totally fucking backwards. Like, water cannot be “99%” pure, but it can be “1% impure”. We just flip it on it’s head because it sounds better to focus on the pure bits instead of the impure ones. We basically lie because the truth is too painful.
That's....that's totally fucked up.
I guess such is life in a world that exist because of, and survives upon, percentages.
^The Naked And Famous – Punching In A Dream (One Temporary Escape)^
Ya know how they say “idle hands are the devil’s workshop”?
So, why is it then, that when some do-gooder who has nothing better to do gets a wild hair up their ass to go out in the world and shake things up, why then, are they operating under the assumption that they are doing good?
Oh, that’s right, they are “good” hence anything they do is also “good”.
Right?
Soooooo…all one really need do is obtain the title of “good”, and everything you do after that can be concealed under the title?
Fucking hell…you never have to be wrong, ever again…if when you are wrong.
Sweet.
^Pixies Hey (Junk DNA remix)^
HEY! That reminds me…you douchebags been participating in the Gloom Dog Book Club? If not, you should be. I’ve gotten so excited over the concept that I’ve been reading and reviewing books that aren’t even on the list. Gotta be honest tho, that trend started because there have been a few books I could not find, so I read and reviewed some random something just to have something to read and review. Will say this tho, this reading adventure that CStM is guiding us through has rekindled my love of reading. I went to the library the other day, got this month’s selection called “The Help”, and I checked out 5 other books too.
lolz...
I’m telling you, I’m getting jazzed over this reading stuff. Anyway, if you were unaware of Gloom Dog, you’re aware of it now. Join us. Or not.
We hope you’ve enjoyed reading Cade’s missive, Dear Reader. Just to let you know that CstM’s other half, Leggy, has opened submissions for the next Underdog Anthology. Short stories of all genres are welcome 😀
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