Missive From ‘Merica: Rock, Paper, Schisms

Dear Reader, the following missive from Cade FON Apollyon, a.k.a. the Okie Text Us Devil, arrived yesterday…

*Cade and me remote viewed that movie on Friday night, Clicky… /lights up… Love a bit of ‘itchcock, me…*

*No, Clicky, knot that diseased clap… /drags… HITCHcock…*

… Apols! I didn’t have time to format it for posting then…

*True… /streams cloud of smoke… It appears Cade has been chewing on the idea of paper, Clicky…*

… BUTT! It’s ready for you now…

*Is that a pun on tool/cock, Clicky? …/arches eyebrow…*

Alfred Hitchcock Caricature Ryan Kovar

… Enjoy, Dear Reader, enjoy! 😀

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PEACE SAYS OF PAPER
PEACE IS OF PAPER

PEA CIS OF PAY PER

PEE ZIZ AH VAPER

PEACE IS A VAPOR

Pieces Of Paper

Whadda ya think peace would say of paper?

We write out some peaceful accord on paper, we sign it, date it, maybe stamp it with some ribbons and/or seals, shake hands, give out copies of the thing, then marvel at our own significance. But paper hasn’t been around forever. Depending on who you ask, and depending on how technical they may get about what “paper” actually is, paper may have been invented by any number of people at various times in various places around the globe. The general consensus being that paper has only been around in various forms for a coupla thousand years. Before that it was chicken scratching in clay or on rocks or maybe even on copper plates. And before that? Welp, it appears there wasn’t any writing going on. The peeps way way back had an oral fixation, and little, if anything, was written down.

What I’m getting at, is how long has the concept of “peace” been around. More than that, what does “the expression of peace” mean. Does peace require some secondary something in order to be real.

^DJ Cummerbund – Play That Funky Music Rammstein^

I bet you know your country very well. Prolly know where it came from, what it’s about/what it stands for, what it is capable of, and what it is incapable of. If you are patriotic, you’ll know there is NOTHING your country is incapable of.

Broken Promises On Display At Native American Treaties Exhibit

One might read that article and think that the United States of America and its peoples are more than capable of not holding up their end of a bargain. Agreements are meaningless to Americans. To be fair tho, here in the year 2020AD/CE, all the people who made those agreements are dead. The old people who never knew me, nor would even know that I would ever exist? Why should they get to speak for me? They have no idea when I’m alive nor what my needs are, so how in the hell can they possibly be so bold as to think they can speak for me. Takes some serious balls to tangle future generations in your own wicked web(s). Oh, and before you get too heavy on picking on the USA, may wanna do some digging in your own country’s past.

List Of Treaties

May even wanna dig in your own personal past…see what agreements you have and have not adhered to.

^Aldous Harding – The Barrel (Official Video)^

Best way to enslave someone, is not to tell them. Stealth slavery. Oh sure, you’ll see all kinds of signs that this slavery is very real and not some modern myth, but you’ll dismiss these signs. Suspension of belief, because the truth is too horrible to contemplate. Afterall, the lie that is perpetuated whilst remaining unspoken? Yeesh…fucking horrible thought.

Treaty Of Fort Laramie (1868)

Take your billions and jam them up your ass…we want the land.

^Dirty Projectors – Inner World (Official Music Video)^

You’ve got the freedom to do your own thing(s). You’ve got the freedom to play the game(s) your own way(s). Gotta admit tho, it’s rough. The temptation to get up on that big stage and perform for the whole world?

Quite tempting

Your own act works great for you, and you begin to think everyone else ought to be dancing your own personal jig. And just like that, you become the very thing you supposedly hate.

^R.L. Burnside: See My Jumper Hanging On the Line (1978)^

I’m 52 years old, and I’d imagine that I’ve gone through a shitload of paper in my time here on Earth/Terra.

Q: Where is all that paper now?

A: ?not¿a?clue¿

Even if I had some of the paper I’ve used over the years, it’d prolly be tattered, yellowed, crumpled, ink smudged or faded, and whatever was written on it prolly wouldn’t mean the same to me today that it did back whenever I first scrawled on it. It is with that in mind that I wonder what paper may think of itself with respect to whatever is written upon it. And at its core, I wonder what paper writes upon us. How does this tangible material called paper somehow solidify the abstractions that we each of us are capable of (like peace).

I guess I could be all dour and espouse that paper might think us all hypocrites. That what is on that paper is unlikely to reflect what is in our hearts. Yet here I am, day after day, spilling my guts and pouring out the contents of my soul as to exactly what is in my heart. So why am I so goddamn skeptical about others. Why am I thinking that any declaration of peace, is actually a continuation of war by other means. And why should I care what a piece of paper thinks about what is written on it?

Paper is a dead and lifeless thing
^Khruangbin – Pelota (Official Video)^

Mentioned the fact that I’m 52 years old, only because that’s supposed to mean something. Have no idea what it’s supposed to mean tho. My mother is in her 70’s, she thought I was an immature prick when I was 2, when I was 8, when I was 11, when I was 25, when I was 39, and prolly still thinks I’m an immature prick now. I have no idea what any of that means other than “age” supposedly means something.

In this instance, the fact that I am 52, and the fact that we live in a consumerist age, must mean that I have used more than my fair share of paper over the course of those 52+ years. Might also mean that I have an accumulated knowledge of paper and its usages. Like say, that paper mill near Shepherdstown West Virginia.

God DAMN that mill stunk

Have no idea how anyone can possibly stand to work at one of those places, let alone live near one. I could barely stand the fact that I had to drive by it twice a day, and if the wind was just right, the fumes came right across the road and you had to drive through the stench.

Wait…what in the fuck was I even talking about? Oh yeah…old paper(s).

^Shamir – On My Own [Official Video]^

Submarines don’t have anchors. Every type of ship or boat has an anchor, but not submarines.

^Phoebe Bridgers – I See You (Lyric Video)^

Anything “off-the-record” should be considered subliminal messaging.

Anything “off-the-record” should not be considered subliminal messaging.

Anything “off-the-record” should be considered.

Anything “off-the-record” should not be considered.

Was just thinking in terms of “permanent records” and “book of life” kinds of stuff, and was thinking about the concept of pretty much everything being “on the record”. It got me to thinking about how one could ever possibly hope to keep something off one’s record. Got me to thinking about whispers. “Between you and me” kinds of things.

Q: Is intimacy nothing more than tactical maneuvering?

A: ¿?¿

Roped in to the “insider” circle, via “privileged” information, and now you’re nothing more than another plaything twisting in the breeze by those who cause the wind(s). Let’s back up a bit by adding “knowing” and “what it means to know” to our thoughts here on the topic of “off-the-record”.

^Fontaines D.C. – I Don’t Belong (Official video)^

Everything we think and/or do likely creates a transaction record of some kind. We may not always have the ability to actively recall a specific event, but that does not mean that a particular event did not happen, nor does it mean that a record of the specific event does not exist.

EX1: You’re driving down the highway, you see a billboard with an image of hot chick on it, but you really pay no mind to the billboard, nor its contents any mind because you are focused on other things.

EX2: You are cruising through various blogs, you see an image of a selfie from a hot chick in the comments on a particular blog, but you, for the most part, pay it no mind because she’s WAY outta your league.

Both of these events are transactive and/or create a state of transactivity, so there is likely a record made of each occurrence. As to why you may not be able to actively recall the memory via this transaction record, welp, we were dismissive of both events, but appear to have been dismissive for different/varied reasons. Maybe find some other constants. Both events features “hot chicks”, and both events feature you yourself. Why do you have eyes for 1) hot chicks, and 2) hot chicks who are (potentially) interested in you. Whether you realize it or not, you seek to connect with someone. Chances are good that someone is out there trying to connect with you.

Q: What are their intentions?

A: What are your intentions?

Life is quite fun, eh?

^LA Priest – Rubber Sky (Official Video)^

Swinging back to the original thought of “off-the-record” types of stuff, being honest with yourself about your own desires seems to be quite important with respect to not getting lost. Being able to identify messages, who is sending them, and maybe even why. If you wanna be part of the inner-circle and be “in the know” and all that good stuff, welp, how much consideration are you giving to what others want in return? People are unlikely to hand you the keys to the candy shop so you can run wild and grow fat on the sweet, sweet sugar of the proprietor’s labor. They built that candy shop. Stocked it. Occupied it. Loved it. And here you come along and want to loot it? Ravage it? Get all of the reward with none of the work?

^The Chemical Brothers – The Golden Path (Official Music Video)^

If you hand someone an eraser…

…that same someone is likely to do some erasing.

Q: Is this akin to deleting official emails, burning and/or shredding documents, chopping up bodies, wiping off fingerprints, filing down serial numbers and/or covering up evidence / tampering with evidence / destroying evidence?

A: ? DOH! ?

Just seems to me that we are on a path to removing a lot of the tangible “proof” we, some of us, seek. Cept by word of mouth of course. Hearsay and conjecture. You know…conspiracy theory.

^Nine Inch Nails – Closer But It’s Funkytown By Lipps Inc.^

Where there is smoke, there is…well…there’s only…

smoke

The fire(s) are being concealed (assuming there even is a fire). There may also be some interest in concealing the nature of the fire(s), who started the fire(s), why they started the fire(s), etc.. Just occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, some people are doing the work of others, perhaps without even realizing it.

^One More Time^

Painful stuff is painful. Painful stuff from the past remains painful irrespective of the distance(s) between here and there. We like to block, we like to forget, we like to heal, turn negatives into positives, to move on…

I get that

But when that painful something is erased, is forgotten, when that something is lost in time, we lose our bearings. Forget why we are the way we are. Not only that, it creates a void for future generations. Voids are holes. Do you really wanna be responsible for creating those holes for children to step in? Because they may come looking for you someday and demand answers as to why you tried to conceal truth from them. And let me tell you, when you’ve no evidence to justify and/or back up your actions in ways that is satisfactory to them? They’re likely gonna think you’re being untruthful. They may want blood.

Yours

They may even feel justified. Afterall, you created solutions for yourself, which created problems for them, and you left them in the dark in the process. Or worse, you may have tried to get clever and create some revisionist or alternate history type of narrative that was complete bullshit.

^Reptile^

Lots of peeps like to espouse that if they had a time machine, they’d go back in time and rectify all kinds of missteps and wrongdoings. The problem is tho, had you not made the missteps in the first place, you’ve no way of knowing where to go in time in order to fix these perceived fuckups.

Worse still, you create a paradox by going back in time and erasing the misstep. If the point in time for your destination no longer exists because you’ve erased it, that means your point of origin never existed, which further means you now have no idea where you came from, nor where you are, nor what you are doing, wherever it is, that you find yourself. This may ultimately mean that you are likely to do the same exact shit you just undid. Which means you are gonna wind up right back where you started. Which means you are gonna go back and undo what you did.

LOOP! 

LooP!

looP!

loop!

Loop!

LooP!

LOOP!
^Toro y Moi – Ordinary Guy (feat. The Mattson 2)^

Death? Yes, I can think of some reasons for “death” to exist. Many reasons. And prolly not the reasons you may be thinking of either.

In this instance, I’m thinking of death being (potentially) a portal or exit from a loop in time. Albeit an extreme one, but at the same time, I can think of some reasons that some may “pray for death” when stuck in a time-loop. Or worse, stuck in a time-knot. Or worse still, stuck in a looping time-knot.

Why? 

Simple…the entity in question becomes aware of the loop and/or knot. When we get stuck in loops, we want out. But we gotta become aware that we are in a loop before we can begin to explore egress options, and depending on how scary the experience of becoming aware of being stuck in a time-loops is, we may first jump to some pretty fucking radical escape options…like death.

That said tho, one would have to take into consideration that one is becoming aware of the time-loop(s), becoming aware of their place(s) in it/them, which means that a change of some kind is already happening. “The same” is no longer the same, and there is a divergence of some kind within the architecture of the loop(s). With this in mind, one would need to pause for a moment, and consider what it is that may be effecting this change/these changes in your little looping time-space.

Is it possible, that something, or maybe even someone, has become aware of your plight, and is trying to get you out of your loop? May wanna give it some thought before doing anything hasty or rash. Just because Death is coming for you, don’t get all anxious and angsty. Don’t wanna make Death’s job too easy now, do we?

^Miradors (Lane 8 Remix)^

Ever wonder if this whole “confounding of the languages” thing that went down at the Tower Of Babel may have actually been an act of benevolence? Like, these dipshits were attempting to build something that was gonna reach out into space, and this was thousands of years ago when building codes, construction techniques and engineering specifications just…well, they may not have been what they needed to be at the time in order to build this “tower to heaven”.

Oh sure, it was gonna be a “tower to heaven” for the poor fuckers inside of who were killed when the damn thing collapsed, but that’s about it. So what I’m wondering is, maybe some wise motherfucker came up with a clever plan to stop the project before the damn thing collapsed under its own weight and killed a bunch of people. Not to suggest that people back then were idiots with regards to construction because there are all kinds of ancient structures which prove otherwise. But at the same time, about 350 to 455 feet seems to be about the best they could do.

Maybe a subtle way of encouraging them to seek other methods of getting to Heaven was by making communications difficult.

^White Magic^

Let’s not look at the obvious here…

…let’s look at some of the underlying.

You live in the year 2020. The world is on fire. As the world burns, you find something from 1551AD which says the world will be on fire in 2020AD. In the present moment, Nostradamus’ predictions really don’t do you much good because they’ve already come to pass. However, this does present an opportunity for getting eyes to point towards soothsayers and prognosticators. It was foretold that we’d be in this mess, now here we are in this mess, maybe what we should do at this point is find us some mystics who can tell us how to get out of this mess.

Basically, advertising

Best part is, it really doesn’t matter if the mystics and psychics you find here and now are right or wrong in their predictions either. What matters is that mystics in the now have some work and an income for the time being. Another method for having to rely on others to tell you what to do and how. Prolly when also.

^Klangkarussell – Time (Official Video)^

Speaking of revisionism, found this documentary below last night, and it states that the great extinction event of 65 million years ago was not caused by an object hitting the Yucatan Peninsula, but rather by a super volcano/hot-spot in India long before India was the India we know today. I only made it to 32:27 into the video before abandoning it. Vid isn’t bad, just not very good. Certainly had some interesting concepts, and not just the obvious.

^A Volcano Odyssey – Full Documentary^
Ellen Ripley: UFO Investigator

Ellen Ripley

Ripley never actually visited the alien ship in any of the Alien movies, but I do wonder if Ripley could actually be considered a UFO Investigator. Or is she more of an ALF Investigator? NTI Ambassador? ET-Human Relations Attaché?

At this point, you may be wondering why I’m wondering if a fictional character named Ellen Ripley could be considered a UFO Investigator.

When I read that tweet, Ellen Ripley is the first thing that popped into my head. Why? Welp, upon reading that tweet, it occurred to me that very few characters in the Alien films actually wanted to have alien encounters.

In the first film, they had an unexpected encounter with a UFO, and from then on it was a string of unexpected encounters with ALFs/alien lifeforms. Very much parallels what seems to happen here on Earth. Except now we have a whole slew of people who have not had any personal UFO experience(s), but want to have one. Prospectors. Wildcatters. Speculators. Investors. Settlers. Getting out of where you are, in favor of some better something over the horizon. Goldrush fever boiling the blood of many who want to have that experience of actually finding for yourself what others have already found/experienced.

^Yello – Goldrush I (1986)^

Read through the comments from the tweet above, and it would appear that the video the dude was seeking with the “European, middle age, Caucasian, stout, very polite and professional sounding lady” has been located.

UFO Sundays @ UFO Denmark Melinda Leslie

Have not watched the video, BUT, I did skip through it and stop at various points in the PowerPoint presentation to see what she’s talking about. She’s gone deep, and she also seems to be talking about a lot of things similar to/along the same lines of where this particular missive started. This will necessitate that I actually watch the whole video, but 2 hours and 19 minutes?!?!? Jesus H. Keyryst…even tho’ the vid appears to contain some interesting info, that’s quite the time investment. I may have to recruit someone to watch it with me. Anyone out there wanna spend 2 hours and 19 minutes watching that with me? Maybe some time after in discussing thoughts?

Anyone? Anyone?
^Haim – Gasoline (Audio)^

You fucks can’t even get along with the neighbors you have right now. How in the fucking hell are you going to be able to navigate the complexities and nuance(s) of interstellar politics, when you can’t even figure out how to reach a resolution regarding preventing your neighbor’s dog from shitting on your lawn, or your neighbor playing their music too loud, or maybe “suspicious” people lurking in your neighborhood?

Not to mention that many of those in “the UFO community” tend to be either a bunch of pretentious and elitist pricks hell-bent on making a name for themselves, or individuals who are so goddamn paranoid that they trust nothing and no one. You really think that extraterrestrials are gonna consider you some kind of goodwill ambassador to liaise between parties when you treat your own like shit?

I think not

Perhaps if the extraterrestrials are hostile, then yeah, you’re prolly exactly who they are looking for. But other than that? Nah, prolly not.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next?
^Land of Talk – Diaphanous^

Just stumbled onto that image, and the first thing that I noticed was energy moving outwards from a central point. Made me think about a recent video from Smarter Every Day where he’s recording a weed wacker in slow motion. Prolly should see from whence this wing-flapping image emanates, and what they are on about.

Procedural Animation, My Flapping Wing Test

Hrm…they’ve got something in there about sine waves, but nothing on angular acceleration, nothing on aerodynamic drag, and, in fact, nothing on aerodynamics at all. No mention of acceleration, only one mention of speed, and no mention of rest nor resting states.

Hrm

Q: Do pixels accelerate?

A: ???

I guess I should also think about electrons and whether or not they accelerate, and I should also think about photons and whether or not they accelerate.

Yeah, within a computing system

How representative are bits and bytes of the things which they are attempting to describe and/or represent? Also wondering as to the transmutative processes all the way from generator to retina. Lots of interpretive processes in that chain.

^Nydia^

At rest, and in motion, simultaneously. Me thinks that at some point, if you are not taking into account some of the more finite vectors to which matter/energy is susceptible to, you are going to encounter loss which is inexplicable. I’m thinking mainly in terms of data loss here. Electrons which are vanishing, but should not be. Your architectures are worthless if you are not taking “invisible” hierarchical systems into account. And you are really gonna start kicking yourself when the signs were always there, but you ignored them and/or chalked them up as insignificant and/or insignificances. Perhaps even aberrations or maybe singular events unlikely to ever occur again. Better get a longer calendar if you wanna be sure.

^Khruangbin & Leon Bridges – Texas Sun (Official Video)^

Assigning a role for gods is prolly a bad idea. Like, putting God, gods and goddesses into a box = bad. ‘Cept of course, we already do this.

If am am “good”, a god behaves this way. If am “bad” a god behaves that way. Kinda weird to think of it like that. No matter what I do, I am dictating a god’s behavior. Prolly all their miscreantic minions too. What’s that? You don’t think God/gods/goddesses minions are villainous? Welp, keep that thought in mind when “good” comes banging on your door at the behest of some divine someone, and accuses you of not being good enough. Or at least “you are not good” according to their standards.

Q: Who runs this show?

A: ?¿?

Not only that, but is whoever has been put in charge deserving of obedience? I seem to recall that there are multiple references in the Bible as to Lucifer/Satan/The Devil being put in charge of our planet, but why is it that someone would be put in command, with specific instructions to the underlings to disobey the commander? Seems to me that if someone is given authority, you obey that someone even if you don’t like them and even if you are told not to obey them. And who is this fucker who is putting people in charge, yet still running the show? Still saying who does what? Not only that, but some of the stuff in the Bible is kinda confusing as to who exactly is being referenced with respect to who is in authority.

‘Now is the time for judgment on this world; now the prince of this world will be driven out.’

John 12:31 (NIV)

What’s confusing about that verse (to me) is that Jesus/Yeshua was talking in a context of predicting his own death. And I dunno about you, but “death” is certainly a way of “being driven out”.

So who the hell was Jesus talking about? Lucifer, the Prince Of Darkness? Or Jesus/Yeshua, the Prince Of Peace? Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven, and Jesus/Yeshua was kicked off Earth/Terra. So who in the fuck is being referenced in that verse? Is there some kind of leadership exchange program/training course going on here on this planet?

Anyway, I get the feeling that we have a say in who is running the show.

^Widowspeak // Breadwinner (Official Video)^
!!!HAPPY INDEPENCE DAY AMERICANS!!!

I’ve been writing on and off on this thing for several weeks now, but last night, me and a certain someone got to talking about some stuff along the very lines of the above. One of the things we talked about was “the Universe experiencing itself”. Primarily, my counterpart was talking about the Sophia Myth from Gnosticism and/or Sophianic Myth or whatever in the fuck it is called, and I countered with how most people seem to hijack that notion with only happy and flowery stuff.

The basis of this myth (as I understand it) is that a deity created Earth so that she could experience herself and her environment. So that she could know herself and what she’s all about. Fair enough. Makes sense considering that within a void, the creation of sensory input to provide feedback over time as to where they are and what they are?

Yeah, makes sense

That said, most of the people that I’ve encountered only speak of this concept as if it were some wonderful and marvelous state of eternal happiness and balance. Nevermind that these same people seem to give no thought to what it took to achieve this state. They speak as if all you have to do is adopt their manner of thinking, and BOOM! Everything is perfection.

I’ve given this concept some thought, and I look pretty goddamn far down the road and see some shit that is in no way, shape or form anything even remotely happy. To relate, I’ll pass along the same idea I passed along to my counterpart during the conversation.

^Clyde Maxwell’s blues (1978)^

This is vebatim what I said to her last night…

‘Imagine you are immortal. You are here, on Earth. Eventually, everyone and everything dies. Later still, our star goes nova and the entire solar system is gone. Just you are left, floating in the void.’

Now, last night I was thinking that not only are you incapable of dying, but we’ve completely neglected other factors. First being, one is only incapable of dying so long as one does not die. Meaning, you have to travel a pretty goddamn long path in order to “prove” that you are immortal, not only to others, but also to yourself.

Second being, we’ve no clearly defined parameters as to exactly what death is and what dying is. There are some who believe that going without chocolate may in fact be, death. Going without human contact is death. Going without television is death. And something else along those same lines which I was thinking about last night was you as an immortal and your own requirements. Like say, what if you, even as an immortal, are required to breathe or to eat. Would really suck to have a burning desire to breathe, but the planet which provided you the environment giving you the ability to do so has been completely blow away by a star gone nova. You cannot breathe, but you also cannot die. Hold your breath for a while, and once your lungs start burning, you tell me how long you think you could endure that sensation sans either A) breathing, or B) the escape of death.

Not a pleasant thought

God only knows how long you are to drift in the void in this state. You could potentially drift forever without encountering another celestial body of some kind, let alone a body that provides you with the things you need.

^Too Late^

This is prolly where a lot of our fucked up ideas about omniscience originate. We think only in terms of 1) the more or less comfortable environment which we now occupy, and 2) what we personally would do with power if we had it. Trouble is, we tend to be thinking in terms of what we would do for others or do to others, here and now, rather than thinking way the fuck down the road. We think if we right a few wrongs now, everything else will be OK in the future. Things will just work themselves out.

Welp, I got news for you. Once you become immortal, there is no future. It got erased with your mortality. You can be forever old, and you’ve still got forever to go.

^Future Islands – Seasons (Waiting On You) (Official Video)^

Hey, not trying to be a downer. I’d like to live forever and would have no aversions spending a good majority of that time with my face buried in your crotch. Assuming you wanted me to. And I’d need to come up for air now and again. We’d prolly need to stretch our legs on occasion. Get some sun. Maybe go out for dinner, maybe take in a movie, or maybe a play…after showering of course. Those sheets prolly need a wash. Then right back to it.

Yummy

😛

Q: What the fuck are we doing, and why the fuck are we doing it?

A: Not a clue.

Sure can be fun tho’. Sometimes.

^Alvvays – Adult Diversion (Official Video)^

cYacFa

^Skinny Puppy – Dal^

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*/squints… Is that a pun on flower/flour, Clicky?*

*WTF is Leggy doing up that early on a Sunday morning?*

We hope you’ve enjoyed your time spent with us at the LoL today, Dear Reader, and don’t forget to come back soon 😀

Have a Song ❤

Welcome to the Schop Zone: Mind the Gap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 1

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

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 2

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

*Quite!*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo

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

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 6

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

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

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

Thelete and Sophia create Aeonic Intelligence via Human Gestation

Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉

 

CLICK5: Hope Springs Eternal

30-Day Song Challenge: Heartbreak!

Apols! Dear Reader, I took yesterday evening off…

why

*’Cos I felt like it… /lights up and smokes… I didn’t half feel shattered last night…*

anglo american celtic viking band 3

*Yeah, I had to cook and iron. How come you never help me with any of that stuff, Clicky?*

south park silence

…Anyhoo, the ‘songs to break your heart’ challenge follows. Enjoy! ❤

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Day 27: songs that break your heart

Cade’s first song pick…

As I best as my 33 & 1/3cc brain can deduce, today is (at a minimum) a combination of days 4, 9 and 10. This whole challenge thingie has wafted in and out of the tangible and intangible realms, and now it has gone and gotten downright personal. It now wants to know about tunes that may make me happy and/or sad, and it also wants to know how to conjure things in me that might be best left undisturbed. Moreover, it want’s to know how to achieve all of these things in a single swipe. Lastly, why is this particular challenge coming on Day 27?

2

7

20

27

9

3

I dunno if there is a significance of this particular challenge coming on Day 27. That said, I’m quite sure that I’m suspicious of anyone who wants to know what kinds of music breaks my heart. Especially coming on the heels of Day 26 which wanted to know about stuff that makes me want to fall in love.

^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^

Roob’s first song pick…

I don’t know that my first song choice breaks my heart as such. It is about heartbreak – spending the first night of your honeymoon in separate rooms is as cruel fuck. Or not, as the case may be, but singing along loudly with the song is kinda cathartic. Try it… Free da pain!

^Freda Payne – Band of Gold – Lyrics^

Cade’s second song pick…

Any paranoia I may have displayed in my previous block of text is…yeah, not really there. But it also kinda is. Kinda weird that someone out there in the world would want to know specific songs that break my heart. But, misery is said to love company, so maybe its a matter of maybe not feeling so alone. Knowing not only that your heart is broken, and what broke it, but why, as well as an assurance of “ME TOO!”, so that one does not feel so isolated and outcast. I mean, hell, the Ode To Joy movement from Beethoven’s 9th Symphony can break hearts, it just breaks hearts in a way that others can more readily identify with and will likely more openly admit. The tears in their eyes are usually a dead giveaway.

Digress

What got me off into “paranoid” types of thinking was a matter of this day’s requirements having less “overlap” and being more…pointy. That got me to thinking about all of the data collection methods used online anymore. I mean, you can’t go to a website that has a Numerology name calculator anymore. If you enter your name, the website is likely to keep it/store it, and use it in some way to make money. You do read a website’s “Privacy” page…right?

AstrologyFutureEye

AstrologyFutureEye Privacy

If you scroll down to the “How information of user collected” section, then read under “Online Forms”, you will notice that they say you can enter your name safely on any of their forms because they will not collect it. However…do you trust them? How would you know if they were collecting your information. More than that, what could you do about it. The English on that Privacy Policy ain’t that great which raises some legal questions, not to mention that the site owner is located in India. What does any of this have to do with music/songs that break my heart?

I dunno
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^

Roob’s second song pick…

My second song choice is about a whole life of heartbreak…

*Fucking ‘ell, Clicky… /flicks ash… You don’t see adventure playgrounds like that anymore…*

^I’m Still Waiting^

Cade’s third song pick…

Have spent a lot of time over the past few years upending anecdotes and cliches. Such as…

“Can an infinitely powerful being create a weight so heavy, that even they cannot lift it?”

My answer was…

”Yes. But what about when they eventually can lift this weight?”

Today is not indicative of tomorrow, so what is the point of such a question other than to silence debate and/or dissent? Point being, I’m wondering here if there a difference between a song that has broken my heart, and a song that will break my heart. More than that, is there potentially a song that has broken my heart in the past, still breaks my heart now, and this song will always break my heart in the future. Do I build up a resistance. Do I grow calloused. Will the scars from where the cracks appeared eventually fade or will they always be there.

Kintsugi

Can I potentially lift a weight tomorrow that I could not lift today?

^Alan Walker – Faded^

Roob’s third song pick…

*Ah, Bridget Jones. I love Bridget Jones. Who sang that song originally, Clicky?*

cartman 1

*Eric Cartman? That’s just stupid…  /stubs butt…*

cartman 2

*Alright. Keep ya ‘air on…*

^Eric Carmen – All By Myself (Audio)^

The final word to Roob Clicky…

^Blur – Coffee and TV^

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Three more days of challenges left, Dear Reader…

*/squints… Day 29 sounds like another crack at Day 12…*

… Fingers crossed, we’ll have this wrapped up over the we kenned. Have a Song 😉

^Annie Lennox – Why (Official Music Video^

Missive From ‘Merica: Defective Detective

*/lights up… /drags… /streams smoke…*

Had a little bit of a hiccup with Cade’s latest missive, below, Dear Reader. Apols! Hopefully you won’t find your enjoyment diminished ❤

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I have come to the conclusion that my normalcy is defective.

Defective normalcy...I have it

I have the same normalcy as anyone else, it’s just that my particular batch was maybe brewed after the factory had been in business for a while. Not quite the same as the first few batches.

An acquired taste?

/shrug
^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^

Everywhere you turn, there is someone waiting to tell you what a fuckup you are. How wrong you are. How inadequate you are. What you are doing wrong. Usually because you are doing a similar or same something in a different way. Kinda makes you wonder how you’ll eventually react when someone tells you that you aren’t a fuckup. Like, would there possibly be some groups or people out there who might seek to take advantage of such channeling? You could win a lot of converts by being accepting of the mutants and defects. Assuming there are indeed people out there looking for some place to go that is. Could make you look quite powerful when you kick a mutant in the teeth.

^Marie Davidson – ‘Work It (Soulwax Remix)’^

DATELINE: 20,000,000 BC

LOCATION: Antarctica

LOCAL CLIMATE: Temperate

CONTINENTAL ICE COVERAGE: 0%

So…if 70% of the planet’s current freshwater is stored on the continent of Antarctica, and if all this shit melts the oceans are going to rise almost 400 feet and drown us all…

Q: What were the continents up to 20 million years ago?

A: ???

Yeah, I kinda get it, ocean levels were higher and a lot of shit that is above water now was below water then. As recently as 500,000 years ago, the place where my stinky ass currently sits was completely under water as part of the Gulf of Mexico/Atlantic Ocean. But there are some things that aren’t adding up. Maybe I should think on this further and reach some conclusions before writing about it. Otherwise, I’ll wind up sounding like a complete moron. Can’t have that. Gotta learn to tow the line(s).

^BORIS “Statement” (Official)^

I keep seeing these huge blocks/chunks of missing time. Especially in the geological timelines. Is that normal?

^Slowdive – Shine (Video)^

Prolly normal that science has shifts between the research only mode(s) and teaching only mode(s). And it would further make sense that some of us are just…out of sync with those cycles.

😐
^Ruby Cube – Apollo (clip officiel)^

Speaking of numbers failing…

https://twitter.com/ShelCalopa/status/1143029774920503297

*WTF, Clicky!*

*The tweet’s been deleted? …/squints… Bugger! Dear Reader’s not gonna know what Cade’s referring to. Shit, shit, shit… /pinches lip… Oh we’ll fink of sumfin. It could turn out ironic…*

It occurs to me that there’s no such thing as majority or minority when it’s just me and you. If I am “black”, and you are “white”, how do you justify these ancillary labels in a singular context? Do you really see yourself as an individual carrying the entire power of “the white race” when you encounter a person from another “race”? Because if that is so, you are likely also lugging around all the power of the human race, which I guess would include “minority peeps”. To go ridiculously further, this also would mean that you are also in possession of the powers of your gender, and all the powers of the opposite gender. I guess you’ve also got all the powers of the planet, which means you’re in possession of all the powers of the Universe…

Holy shit...you are GOD! 

Lemme bow down to you. Or maybe it’s as simple as, you’ve got what you’ve got, I’ve got what I’ve got, and what we choose to do with that is kinda up to us in the moment and moments of our individual lives. Let’s change directions.

How do you treat other life and on what do you base how you treat it? Plants? Animals? Insects? Bacteria? To get more specific how do you treat dogs? Cats? Fish? Skinks? Skunks? Roaches? Butterflies? What about less-organic stuff? Cars? Computers? Dishes? Rocks? Desks? Chairs? Punching bags? Siri? Alexa? Water? Air? Sand? Does it matter whether a certain something is “yours” as to how you treat it? Like say, you baby the hell out of greenery in your own yard, but all you do is complain about the greenery in other people’s yards? You may even utilize municipal types of powers to enforce your will on others in order to make their yard look more pleasing to your own personal sensibilities?

Phantoms...we are full of them
^Renegade Soundwave – The Phantom (It’s In There) A – 1989^

I woke up to that tweet staring me in the face, and I admit that it confused the fuck outta me…

*Clicky! There are only three people in world who might possibly understand that… /rolls eyes…*

…It made sense in that, wait, is this lady someone who is experiencing some perceived inequality because of her age, gender and race? But that’s the obvious. “Society” doesn’t appear to owe me a damn thing, nor do I expect anything from it.

That said, I talk almost incessantly with a white, middle-aged woman, and she’s got all kinds of interesting and meaningful things to say. So perhaps it’s not whether or not you have anything meaningful to say, as much as it’s a matter of whether or not you say it. Most writers are quite timid. They hesitate as to what to say, and how to say it. As a result, we tend to latch on to popular concepts, say what everyone else is saying, and what you say gets lost in the noise.

No big surprise there

Maybe it’s a matter of you not having anyone to say your piece to? Invent them. Might wanna keep in mind they are fictional tho. Don’t want your creation to become a bogeyman. Sounds like you’ve already got enough of those in your life.

^White Zombie – I’m Your Boogie Man (Sex On The Rocks Mix)^

Speaking of not being heard…I’ve not heard from a certain someone in a while.

Hope you are OK

^The Chemical Brothers – Sometimes I Feel So Deserted (Official Music Video)^

I am totally, completely, and permanently clad in nakedness.

^Broods – Freak Of Nature (Official Audio) ft. Tove Lo^
Bad behavior inspires...

Icelanders tire of disrespectful Instagram influencers

…more bad behavior. Yep, tourists behaving badly gives officials the ammo they need to behave badly themselves. You can imagine where things will go from there. On the surface, the story is suggesting that Instagram is to blame via the “influencers” that utilize social media to make massive monies. They spend money to travel to Iceland, to make stories, so they can take these stories take back home and make money off selling them via their social media accounts.

An investment in a future return

Now, I wonder where on EARTH people would get the crazy idea that controversial, radical, shocking, jarring and potentially offensive media would be a cash cow?

Certainly not just and only the CKY idiots
^CKY iceland_mission^

“The Cutting Edge” cares not about what it has already cut. It cares only about what it is cutting.

^CKY – “96 Quite Bitter Beings” (original music video before MTV edit)^

If you lived in a really great and cool looking place, but couldn’t do anything because everything is barred and/or banned, would that be considered…hell?

^SHPONGLE – Strange Planet (2017)^

If you sought to control anything and everything, how would you know when you had achieved your goal? Been seeing a lot of “globalist” types of stuff rearing its head recently, and I gotta wonder how in the hell you would know that you and yours were “in control”. We live in a pretty dynamic place that appears to be cyclical, not to mention that most dictatorial regimes throughout history are paranoid as FUCK.

Wait…maybe that’s it. When “the powers” get paranoid, they do so because think they are in complete control. Makes sense. Power is scary.

^SOULWAX – NY Excuse^

You think it possible to latch on to a static point in space within the confines of a planet’s atmosphere? Like detach yourself completely from the “earth dynamic(s)” by latching onto a certain something that most will likely say doesn’t exist/is an impossibility? Yeah, I don’t think that’s possible either. There’s nothing within close proximity to our planet that represents a static point in space which is opposed to other points in space. Of course, there are those Alpha Loops and Omega Gates. They kinda operate that way. Not saying they actually exist, but they might.

^Why Rockets Fail – Earth’s Rotation Leads to Explosion of The First Soyuz Rocket^

Q: Would you experiment on your own body?

A: !!!?!!!¿!!!

I mean, assuming you had a good reason to do so, and the time to do it in. Everything in your life lined up almost perfectly, the way seemed clear, is your own body the logical place to start? Or you think it best to outsource? Group study? Clinical trials?

Never can be too safe
^BOMBAY DUB ORCHESTRA – Monsoon malabar^

INCOMING SONG LYRICS!!!

(song/video follows)
“The Number Of The Beast”
Iron Maiden
“Woe to you, oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath
Because he knows the time is short…
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number
Its number is Six hundred and sixty six”
I left alone, my mind was blank.
I needed time to think, to get the memories from my mind
What did I see?
Can I believe that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams
Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me?
‘Cause in my dreams it’s always there
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair
The night was black, was no use holding back
‘Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real, or just some kind of hell?
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan’s work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can’t go on, I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise…
Can’t avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me
I’m coming back
I will return
And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn
I have the fire
I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course
Shocking

I am completely and totally shocked to my foundations…circa 1982.

^Iron Maiden – The Number Of The Beast (Official Video)^

Q: If I am sick, ill and/or in some kind of jeopardy, does that mean The Universe is sick, ill and/or in some kind of jeopardy as well?

A: ¿

Better be sure on the answer to that one…eh?

^jefferson airplane • go ask alice cover^

The topic of “kinetic sculptures” has come up recently. I’m wondering if the depictions in the video below qualify. Like, in the “virtual” sense. I guess it just got me to thinking about the generation of wind(s) in the “Archonic Realms”…if you will.

What blows what?

Who blows who?

^Bonobo : Cirrus [Official Video]^

cYacFa

^Digitalism – Digitalism In Cairo^

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Have a Song, Dear Reader…

*Phew! That was a close shave, Clicky…*

The Longest Day

*Oh hello, Clicky. You’re back from MJ’s? …/lights up… She’s got naked selfies in there?! And what were you doing when she was doing that?*

*She certainly said some nice things about us… /drags…*

*/streams smoke… No doubt. So do I, Clicky. In fact I’ve been in a bad mood all day. I’m glad you’re back, you can help me with this post… /smokes…*

Dear Reader, today is the longest day of 2019. At 4am in Scotland, it started like this…

*Very nice! …/pats snout…*

… And at 4am in Philadelphia, it started like this…

… But here at the LoL, it started like this…

*That’s right, Clicky, asleep. Having a bad dream about Satin… /shrugs… or Satan. It was one or the other…*

*Someone lost their temper and their job… /flicks ash… Wait! The wench is called ‘Barker’?*

… All and all, it’s been a very long day, Dear Reader…

*Enough… /stubs butt… Let’s go see if Cade’s up for some fun remote viewing…*

… Have a Song…

 

Playing The Super Yachtery

Dear Reader, a super expensive superyacht was sunk last Sunday…

My Song, a 130-foot Baltic 130 Custom superyacht, owned by billionaire Pier Luigi Loro Piana, was in transport between the Spanish island of Mallorca and the Italian city of Genoa when a storm in the early hours of Sunday broke the yacht’s cradle on top of a cargo ship and plunged it into the sea, reported Yachting World.

*/lights upMEROVEE Frank in the Red universe put up a post about storms this week, Clicky… /drags… And it was only last Saturday… /streams smoke… That you were fucking up your piana comments in the Purple universe of MJ…*

A sinking superyacht sounds like a terrible waste, but this is the Library of Libraries, Dear Reader…

*That’s right, Clicky, saved within a library of libraries… /smokes… ‘appily wiv L Space to get out an’ about…*

Love a tome

*’cannot possibly be as large on the outside as they appear on the inside’… 😀 …*

Doctor Sonics River

…And the name of the logistics company transporting the superyacht, is Peters and May. Now, that sounds like something else that’ll be sinking irrevocably this coming Thursday…

*Well Jackboots already announced she’ll be resigning on the day after, Clicky, so she knows… /flicks ash… A Brexit Party win would be one in the eye for rabid Remaniacs… /stubs butt… I gno I’d LOL…

Dear Reader, have a Song 😉

CXXXVII Diem

A few years back the LoL conducted a ‘Pointless Exercise’, in a search for the elusive meaning of 137…

137-maths

*Clicky, …/lights up… I have no idea where I’m going with this shambles… /drags… ‘elp me out… /blows smoke…*

*Oh well done!*

… How wonderful, then that on the 137th day of the current year, Clicky and I are able to present for you, Dear Reader, with another pointless exercise 😉

*It certainly does, Clicky, butt may hap the Prime Monster spoke with eloquence and persuasion…*

*Oh…/flicks ash…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader 😀

 

American Goods

Previously at the LoL

Recently I’ve been remote viewing ‘American Gods’ with my good friend Cade FON Apollyon, Dear Reader, and I can thoroughly recommended the series…

*I think A Void in Red Frank’s universe would enjoy it, Clicky… /lights up…*

*So would the rest of the Mero VEEPs… /drags…*

‘Christmas 2007 was the most successful trading period in Boots’ history. No surprise then that Ernie K Doe’s track became their long running musical theme. Director: Traktor (Pontus and Ola). Creative team: Susan Hosking / Peter Robertson. Creative director: Damon Collins. Agency: Mother. Year: 2007′

*2007 was a turning point, Clicky… /streams smoke…*

*Feisty and candid, I like that, Clicky… /puffs… Get a Song…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Split Peas Oops (Part 2)

LAST TIME

Something strange happened late last night, Dear Reader. I was scrolling through my YT history, to find something I knew I’d seen, and saw something I’d never seen. A video. This video…

From it’s placement above another video. This video…

… And below this video…

… I’d managed to watch something I have never, ever watched – until I watched it whilst scrolling through my YT history late last night –  sometime yesterday daytime. How on earth did I manage to do that?

Anyhoo, hears Part 2 of Cade’s mighty missive that I was remiss in not posting last week. Enjoy! ❤

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giphy-1

Did you know that there was a 1.5bn dollar lottery back in October, and the winner just finally came forward to claim the prize?

They were cutting it close

I think you have to claim the prize within like 120 days of the drawing, otherwise, the money gets folded back into the jackpot pool. But can you imagine what it would be like to have someone drop $1,500,000,000 into your lap? That $300,000 house around the corner that you’ve been eyeballing is suddenly possible, but you’ll never buy it. Not now anyway. I mean fuck, the Côte d’Azur is now a possibility.

Financially anyway

Dunno how open the residents of the French Riviera are to South Carolina natives invading their turf, even if they are loaded. Which speaking of, I watched a movie with a certain someone the other day, called ‘Rush’.

Rush (2013 Film)

The movie was pretty good, and I knew the name Niki Lauda from my childhood, but I’d never seen the flick. Anyway, in a lot of the footage in the film, I recognized many of the tracks. God only knows how many laps I’ve done on those tracks myself. What? You don’t believe me?

Well, I have

Gran Turismo (Series)

GT1

GT2

GT3

all tracks, all races, all series, all licenses 

All gold.

BOOM BABY!!!

I rock
^Speedway (Theme From Fastlane) (Remastered)^

When Lauda got burned in the flick, all I could think about was…

Cale Yarborough

Cale Yarborough

I remember watching a race on TV when I was a kid. They showed one of the racers in the pits without his helmet, and the guy didn’t have an ear. Just a nub kinda thing that looked like a shrunken cauliflower ear, and I coulda swore that it was Cale Yarborough.

I was a kid, and it shocked the shit out of me because there were other obvious burn types of scarring, so I asked my dad, who was watching the race with me. I recall him telling me…

“Yeah, he was burned pretty bad in a crash and lost most of his ear.”

Yikes

Now, I was no stranger to crashes nor injuries because I’d been around racing since I was born. I think I recall reading in a Hot Rod Magazine article that “Big Daddy” Don Garlits had lost most or all of his toes on one foot in an accident.

Don Garlits

“Big Daddy” Don Garlits Restores Swamp Rat 13, the Dragster That Almost Killed Him

But this was a burn. A burn that resulted in a “disfigurement” that I only previously was unaware as being possible. Not that I was unfamiliar with damn near having my ear ripped off by an angry adult, nor am I any stranger to burns either, but seeing Lauda’s ear in the movie brought back memories of seeing that race as a kid and the image of some dude with his ear burned off.

I don’t know why I always associated that ear with Cale Yarborough. I have no idea if Yarborough ever lost an ear. Maybe it was Lauda, but why would I be associating a NASCAR driver with an F1 driver’s injury? God only knows how much racing I consumed as a kid via magazines, TV, and being at the track every Friday night, Saturday night, and sometimes Sunday afternoons. But what in the fuck would Niki Lauda be doing at a stock car race sometime in the 1970s? Andretti is the only F1 driver I know of that ever was around stock cars until recent times.

^Garlits horrible accident Lions Drag Strip incredible 1970 wreck^

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*You remember what, Clicky? How some video I’d never watched before, was watched yesterday whilst I was at work?*

*/lights up… Yesterday was no smoking day? Didn’t notice… /drags… Hey! Didn’t Cade’s dad smoke Winston cigarettes? …/plumes smoke…*