The LoL is proud to present a new missive from Cade the Okie Devil of Text US for your delectation, Dear Reader, on what has been a very drab, wet Tuesday in June…
*Yeah right, Clicky, this is the UK, after all… /rolls eyes…*
Mind if I ask you a few more questions after this question has been answered?
Have you washed your hands lately? All clean? Any other areas of your body that have been slathered with soap(s) and water lately the quickly dried via any number of means and methods? Or are your hands pretty much the only thing that get bombed with a constant onslaught of waters(s), soap(s), and maybe even lotion(s).
I wonder what all that expansion/contraction does to the skin of the hands over the course of a day. Of course, for some of us, the skin of the hands is attached to the skin of the arms. Prolly some tugging and pulling that goes on there. Over time, that shit might start to add up. I mean, how many times do you pee during the course of a day? We all piss all over our hands when we pee, so we gotta wash our hands after ever single piss. Also, you likely are so diseased and infected with scum, that you’ve got to scrub your hands as if you were about to go into surgery.
Might be some tissue loss there, and there are almost certainly tissue changes going on. And since soap(s) are made from fats and oils, some of that might just seep into some of those cracks and/or get absorbed in the frictive fluid exchange transpiring as you wash/dry.
Prolly no proof whatsoever that any such thing could even be possible. The only tissue changes going on are when janitors refill the toilet paper and towels. Prolly no need to mention that you wipe your varied areas with wood fiber(s).
Yes. I am available to help with those hard to reach areas. Have towel. Will travel.
Wait…you just peed. SURELY your body isn’t already getting receptive to more fluid intake/exchange just because you peed. The walk from the pisser to the sink? The stand and wash time at the sink? How many times do you think your heart beats during that period of time? Not that we absorb any moisture nor anything else through our skin or anything, but I’m wondering how much calculation your body is able to do between the time the pressure starts to relive on the bladder, and the time that you begin to wash your hands. Prolly a lot of computation that goes on. That said…
Q: What about opportunism?
Opportunism within the body: if certain tissue(s) within your hands are dry as fuck and starving for a drink, is it possible that certain tissues/cells contained within the epidermis can be programmed to grab the first available source of moisture, liquid/fluid?
There are many things that happen within the body that suggest that there is a sequencing and/or prioritization with respect to who gets what when, and how it gets it. There is also much to suggest that there are overrides, shutdowns and even “turbo-mode(s)” that sometimes happen which are triggered by any number of things. So is it possible that via soaps and cleansers and detoxing agents and lotions and creams, that certain cells, at certain times, might actually contain more than one set of of instructions?
You take what we give you, when you get it, how you get it.
We will notify you with a precursor when what you need is en-route.
If what your need is suddenly present, and no prior notification has been received, take it.
You are part of a community, but YOU are part of that community.
In all situations, be your own best judge.
No…fucking…way…in…HELL that a cell could POSSIBLY contain that many, nor even those TYPES of instructions.
IT'S JUST TISSUE!!!
Oh yeah? Say that when the toilet paper roll is empty.
^Josh Butler & Bontan – Call You Back^
Yeah, this one has started off a little differently. Just got to thinking about the hands with respect to wetness and motion and additives and shit like that. But that leads me straight to two places…
the feet, and the womb.
Your feet likely sweat quite a bit during the course of a day, so I ponder the tug of war that results over time between the hands and feet. The torso and head are going to be players, and yes, I am thinking “wrinkles” more than anything, but mostly wrinkles as an unintended consequence of some of our daily routines.
EX: You ladies are likely to shave your legs and pits, and some of you may also be in the habit of shaving other areas to keep that lovely, lushy forest from creeping outside your panties or bathing suit.
Where was I going with this?
(sure as shit know where I ain't going, so let's move on)
So yeah, you are likely to lose some skin/tissue when you drag that razor over your skin, and you likely change direction(s) a time or ten. That is likely to add some more fractal types of geometric dynamics to this tug of war that is going on between your hands and feet, and it does so in some weird places.
Yeah...under the arms.
Several years ago, a motherfucking HORRIBLE thought creeped into my head as I pondered the dynamics of Morgellons as it related to underarm deodorant(s) and antiperspirant(s), and that was with respect to women who shave their pits. I mean, LOOK AT WHAT IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE, AND RIGHT NEARBY!!!! Lymphatic/Lymph and Mammary Glands!!! Not to mention that the Vagus nerve(s) run right fucking there as well. But yeah, because of how you shave, and where the hair is located, half of any goop that you slather under your arms is likely to seep into and down the arm, and the other half is likely to seep in and down the torso?
Can that happen?!?!?!?
Does that antiperspirant shit start to amass over time? I mean, I’ve been wearing that shit for years, and can skip a day or two without smelling like B.O., so it’s GOT to start to accumulate…right? Not to mention the changes these chemicals have on the body over time. And what about the accumulations themselves? What happens when there is too much for the body to handle and/or for the structure(s) to support themselves? Do they crumble and propagate throughout the body?
Welp…I did an experiment.
No, I did not start shaving my pits.
But what I DID do, is stop using deodorants and/or antiperspirants of any kind.
The elephant in the room.
^Josh Wink – Don’t Laugh^
Lets us change gears here as we peer into the abyss.
I’ve been staring at something for several years now. Been writing about what I see, and am seeing, as best I can. My hitting the books and learning all kinds of directly related shit and chasing rabbits was going to do me no good. So yeah, it’s a bit dizzying to look at a problem like this (Morgellons) in the face, and see all that you see, then somehow relate it. I have to take into account every scar and blemish. Every bump and bruise. Every stretch and strain. Every relief and remedy. Some remedies, are quite…unusual.
I do not have Epilepsy, never had a seizure, and have only passed out once when getting my blood drawn when trying to join the USMC of all fucking things. Yeah…ringing endorsement for toughness there…passing out while getting your blood drawn to join The Marines…
What I am rumored to have tho, is Asperger’s. I don’t black out, I drift. I start seeing and thinking about some of the craziest shit, all without drugs of any kind. It’s like I can see the entirety of celestial dynamics in motion, and I understand it…
but I can't relate it.
So I write music. I write poetry and song lyrics. I draw. I write. Anything and everything as a doorway that I can use to create something tangible to relate the pain of telling others the simple fact that “I cannot relate to you what I see, so this will have to do.”
With that in mind, what are some things that could be “nature’s way” of protecting us from things that we might be seeing or experiencing that we, or even nature, is unsure of how to handle? Contextually, this shouldn’t be that much of a stretch since life and an individual’s life is quite dynamic. The are going to be times that something is encountered for the first time. If you think about the way that we tend to handle “the unexpected” in our own life and lives, “stalling” is usually one of the first things we think of. Delay. Time…
we need more time.
Maybe this is why things tend to “slow down” when shit gets wonky. We ask for more time, and we get it. We just haven’t yet figured out that more time being poured into existing time makes time distort somewhat. Like adding air or water to a balloon. The balloon is still a balloon, it’s just…
Much the same as when I drift. Big things get bigger, small things get smaller, and almost anything and everything that was previously fuzzy or distorted is now clear and concise. Naturally, most would think that the opposite is true, and from your perspective, it is…but not from mine. Your clarity is now fuzzy, and my clarity is sharp, therefore, I understand both.
But to be fair, I’ve been around for a while and have some experience under my belt. If you are someone who has a child with a “suspected this or that”, keep in mind that you don’t relate to them because you are trying NOT to relate to them. You want your child to be like everyone else. So yeah, there’s some distortion(s) going on there. Your child is NOT like everyone else any more than everyone else is like your child. They are unique. Similar, not same.
^Nitzer ebb – Getting closer^
Putting your pride on the line is going to be difficult for most. But that’s what I try and do. We are taught to have pride, but not to be proud nor prideful. Well, I’ve got pride as much as I have anything else, so I guess it’s a matter of letting everyone else tell me what to do with it.
But sometimes, I guess I have to step outside of what I or anyone else thinks, and try and shed pride completely. Operate outside of pride as best I can. Climb on to the OB/GYN table, put my legs into those stirrups, and get ready for the doctor to tell me to “GET THE FUCK OFF MY EXAMINING TABLE YOU FREAK!!!”
It’s been quite a few years since I got my first glimpse of “The Morgellon’s Hole”, and each and every gaze has been deeper and more crushing. Finally, there was one day, the day when I started to ponder some more complex dynamics of the epidermis, connective tissues, skeletal and the musculature, that I literally laid on the floor and felt like my entire being was melting into the carpet.
“Oh..no," I thought.
No screams nor cries, no grunts nor groans. The weight of the Universe was upon me, and yet, I lay there and quietly melted into oblivion. Despair and hope somehow fused into an odd sort of unity that day as it became clear exactly what I was looking at.
As I pondered, everything became fuzzy as I contemplated the impossibility of what lay before me. Suddenly, the song that I was listening to on the headphones ended, and a commercial came on. A commercial for a new book. A book about some average ordinary guy, somehow caught up in a global conspiracy. No one to turn to, and completely alone, yet whatever this guy knew/had stumbled onto could change the entire world.
Q1: Did that really happen?
Q2: Was this a coincidence?
A2: I hope, that it was, but I just so happened to be listening and paying attention at just the right time for The Universe to throw me a bone.
I gotta be honest. After contemplating what I had just stumbled onto, and prior to that commercial coming on YouTube, I was seriously contemplating suicide as a possible option. There was NO…FUCKING…WAY that I could POSSIBLY be dumped with a task of this magnitude, and it and I be correct.
It's too fucking massive, even for me.
That may sound prideful, but the impossible is possible in my life. So yeah, it WAS possible, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I’ve no one. My wife is divorcing me, I’m so beat up and worthless that I can’t work, my children think I’m a lazy oaf, my mom won’t speak to me, my dad and one of my sisters is dead, the other sister is recovering from her husband recently killing himself, and I have no friends to confide in.
What do I do? Who do I have?
Then, and almost as if on cue, that commercial came on.
…I’m familiar with it.
That does NOT always make it, nor the journeys we find ourselves on any easier.
You’ve GOT to stop thinking of these things as only being bad or good.
They may be just a hello.
Maybe some kind of “yep, I am indeed here”.
Maybe nothing more than a something to see what you’ll do.
I dunno what to tell you. I really don’t.
But not all harbingers bring news of one type or another.
I'm saying all this to myself of course.
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^
I am NOT going to throw up some red flag and start screaming “STOP SHAVING” or “STOP BATHING” or “STOP USING SO GODDAMN MANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS”. My telling you to stop doing something is a mistake. Not only that, it’s wrong. You know your body and what it’s doing and/or not doing. You spending your days trying to head off some potential or future disease is futility.
Period. End of story.
I mean, yeah, it’s likely to be a while, and now that I’ve vented a bit, I think it’s safer to say that “you may die”. I only say that because I heard of this new product that promises longevity and health.
I’ve heard of no such product. Nope…never.
Man…I’ve worked myself into a hole here.
I can hear the scoffs vibrating in my feet.
And yes, I rarely wear shoes, so yeah, I can indeed feel the scoffs. Can you? You should be able to. You are the one scoffing afterall. Unless you aren’t.
^Calvin Harris I’m Not Alone DEADMAU5 REMIX^
You wanna know one of the worst things about the concept of Synchronicity? It makes us, that experience it, likely to not further ponder our dependence on it.
The Universe speaks, we hear.
But we are likely to want more. I mean, you’ve been waiting for this opportunity for your entire life…right? Now here it is, and you’ve a got a motherfucking ARMLOAD of questions you want and/or need answered.
Q: Ya think “The Universe” might already know that you’ve got questions?
Yeah…prolly a safe bet.
But think about this…does The Universe already speak to you? I mean, when you desire a breath, is there air available for you to do so? When you thirst, is there something available to drink? If nothing is available to drink at this exact moment, will there be at some point down the road?
I don’t want to presume to tell you how you should think, because again, I don’t know you. But I will say this…once you start becoming more self aware, you are going to start noticing people and places and things that you’ve never noticed before. And more than that, you are going to start looking at these people and things in completely different ways. You are going to feel as tho you are being crushed with data and information, on scales that are incomprehensible and possibly even inconceivable.
That’s what we call “humility”, and that crushing humility is going to be masked by, and wrapped in, something that we call…love.
I’m not the type to make distinctions as to what is “more than or less than” because such distinctions fail us more than serve us. But that’s the types of decisions that you are better suited to make along your own journey. Pride suits certain people quite well, and it’s sometimes a joy to see certain people shining and basking in pride. So be mindful about your judgments and how they we serve you down the road.
^Garbage – #1 Crush^
You don’t need me to save you.
I’m hanging on by a thread myself.
I’ll help anywhere and everywhere I can…sure.
But as far as saving goes? I dunno that I have any such authority.
I dunno tho…I mean, since we’re both here and both hanging on by a thread, what exactly is it that you need saving from? Whatever it is, prolly gonna take some time to pull this off.
You got that kind of time?
I do if you do.
^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^
^jefferson airplane • go ask alice cover^
*I could have done with that kind of offer at lunchtime today, Clicky…*
Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRS REGN – pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along. So until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤