Missive From ‘Merica: Mid-Week Spammich

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po T able

Wah tour…wah tour…Avree Wear®…

Butt gnaw…tuh duh rawp…Treblinka.

The “po”…roughly translated in Americanese, might refer to “the poor”.

The “T”…roughly translates to a junction, also means some sciencey and other commercial stuff here and there.

The “able” could refer to the dude that was unable to sense his brother’s murderous intentions, but might also refer to “a bull” if you get extra stretchy wif it.

But in truth, it's none of those things

po T able = “Top Table” where the “T” is shared backwards and forwards.

Guess I coulda done “po TT able”, but why use two, when one will do.

What do you think I am? Some governmental stooge or something?

^Fazerdaze – Lucky Girl (Official Video)^

Teaching = Indoctrination

Guess it all depends on which classes you sign up for, the school(s) you choose, who your teachers wind up being, all kinds of neato and interesting variables. Maybe also wanna consider who got the ball rolling in a particular direction and what their intentions were. So, with that in mind…

what's your story?

What kind of ball are you? What kind of ball do you want to be?

Crystal?
Charity?

Royal?

Foot?

Volley?

Bowling?

Eye?

Canon?

Those of you who are of the basket variety of ball can make your basket case now.

^The Breeders – Cannonball^

Let’s go ahead and start with some definitions before I let the cat out of the bag and spoil all the synchonautical fun.

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Able
Crossroads
Junction
Taurus
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Potable
Potable Water Diving
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Avree
Wear
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Table
Toptable
Tabletop
Top Table
Top-Table

I open when I need to be open, I close when I need to be closed. Same as you. Course, I might be closed when you personally need me to be open. Sry. Come back during normal business hours. And don’t ask me when those are, because I don’t know.

^Amyl and the Sniffers – Got You (Official Video)^

Some people are likely interested in building the m pyre, just to watch it burn.

^Starfucker // STRFKR – Golden Light^

My broken headphones keep dying. Showing signs of the final and non-fixable death. If you fine fuckers at Sennheiser wanna send me a new pair of Sennheiser HD 280 Pro’s to replace this broke-assed pair where the wire somehow broke within the crossmount thingie that goes across the top of my noggin’?

Send 'em on...I'll use 'em

I really don’t want to have to find the internal break and try and solder the wire nor cut the wire where I think the break is, and try and replace the section with something else. Could result in total calamity. Looks like that’s where I’m headed tho.

😐

^The Distillers “Man Vs Magnet” (Official Music Video)^

On more than one occasion, I’ve seen reference to the term “top table”. Typically in documentaries of the British and/or UK varieties, almost always in reference to some kind of international politics, and I guess Britain’s place at this table with respect to certain interests. Getting there, staying there. Having a say in goings on. National pride. An implied national Jonesing for keeping up with the Joneses.

Yesterday, I was kinda absent my friend Roob’s presence for a while, and it turns out she was watching some Parliamentary goings on in the UK via her telly. Some vote happened, and there were some results. I guess Boris’ somewhat modified version of May’s plan was voted down, some general election in December was not approved, and there was reference to some kind of bill that was recently passed which I guess didn’t stipulate that Boris/the PM should actually accept any offers made by the EU, so it had to be clarified or amended or whatever.

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Pyre
Wicker Man (Roller Coaster)
Gerstlauer Euro-Fighter
Eurofighter GmbH
Pyrenees
Black Hand (Serbia)
Kingdom of Sardinia
Cheech & Chong’s The Corsican Brothers
Allied Invasion Of Sicily
Balkans

Anyway, I guess the agreement was turned down, the request for a general election was turned down, and it looked as tho a “hard exit” would take place at some point on Thursday, unless of course that lurking “extension” was accepted. Which, later in the day, I guess it was. Now it’s just a matter of seeing what happens today, and whether or not a general election is held on 9 December.

Labor. Labor. Labor.

Why does that ring a bell? Prolly something to do with getting dinged and the subsequent pain(s).

For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.”

Romans 8:22 (NKJV)

Labor Parties everywhere, and not a job in sight.

That might produce a ping and pang of pain(s) here and there.

^Ride “Leave Them All Behind”^

No stranger to the concept of the top-table, I. Growing up, family functions where food was involved, the adults had their table, the kids had theirs. Usually the kids table was in a back room or outside on the patio. The kids just wanted to eat, but in looking back, I get the feeling that there was more on the menu than just/only food for the adults. They had grownup things to talk about, and likely had to do so in grownup language. Stuff of the not-so-nourishing varieties to young ears.

We kids eventually grew to understand what was going on in that other room. And although what was actually being discussed was typically beyond us, we could get a vibe on whether this something was good or bad just by listening to the tone(s). The vibration(s) or lack thereof. If it got loud, it was bad. And you had to take into consideration who was getting loud + who was responding to that loudness and how. If dad was getting loud, that was bad. Especially if someone was getting louder in response. Dad usually kept quiet at gatherings, and anyone who crossed him when he did speak?

Le yikes...

They were taking their life into their own hands. And when one or more of the women started to get rowdy? Holy shit, I wanted to pack my shit and leave town, because that meant things had gotten just about as bad as they could get. For a female member of the assembly to not only speak up, but to do so in a combative and/or authoritative way? The shit had definitely hit the fan over some something.

Who was his cousin. Good question? Or poor wording?

Who was his cousin?

Poor wording, bad punctuation, I really don’t know which is the case in this context, nor do I know who “was”, other than the obvious and/or potential. The more you read it (who was his cousin) the less succinct it becomes. Not sure as to any “degradation” tho. Some people have more bumps and bruises in life than others. Some choose the path of faith, some choose the path of belief, and yes, those seem quite different paths to me. Faith in self, faith in others. Doesn’t matter if the ring is brass or gold or cryogenically-cooled steel, I ain’t looking for it. Sure as shit found a ring or two along the way tho.

Also

Who also was his cousin.

Awl sew.

Ah, so.

Lhasa.

Seven…Year…Zen…Tibet.

Tibet…or…you bet?

Seven years of Zen sounds nice irrespective of where.

Even if the place is the pits.

Can I agree to something I don’t understand?

Weird...very weird
^The Muffs – Weird Boy Next Door (Official Music Video)^

Dunno if you’ll actually watch this next vid, but a minute into the start, there’s a single hotdog wiener that the girl didn’t touch. Hopefully her hands were clean and free of contamination. Contamination on the wiener can be cause for concern to some.

^13. Melvins – A History of Bad Men (Live in Norway, 2007)^

JANUS WORDS

Last Name = Janus, First name = Hugh

Is it any wonder that peeps used to have single names/self-identifiers? Much less clay to work with in the bastardization department. Some might even come up with a something in the naming and nomenclatures department that is more or less bullet-proof. Like say, not having one/any.

^Sonic Youth – Bull In The Heather (Official Video)^

Was doing some reading the other day on the topic of MC 900 Ft. Jesus, mainly because I used some of his shiz in a post, and came across a gem of an interview with Spike Jonez via the footnotes.

My friend Lou and I were on a trip to Dallas for a skate tour,” Jonze recalls. “We were in the hotel room and we realized: MC 900 Ft. Jesus lives in Dallas. Let’s find him! We started looking up Mark Griffins in the phone book and we found a bunch of them and just started calling them. My friend would say, ‘Excuse me, sir, how tall are you?’ After three or four we got one who just started laughing, and we knew we had found him. This was a few years before we did the video, but we talked on the phone for 20 minutes. It was awesome.

Spike Jonze dishes on his classic music videos (and Dallas’ MC 900 Ft. Jesus)

That’s pretty clever as far as cold-calling goes. Very specific. Very succinct. Looks like you chose the correct password combination for that particular passageway.

Well done
^Dead Kennedys – Holiday In Cambodia^

Eventually, the well is gonna quench your thirst, and you’re gonna try and turn off the tap. It’s possible that you may even think the well has run dry. Maybe it has.

/me shrugs
^Dope Lemon – Hey You^

The well has run dry before. Stands to reason it’ll happen again. But that first time the well ran dry? Sure it was dry for a spell, but then, it rained. It rained a lot. It rained. And rained, and rained, and rained.

Q: Does it matter from which direction a rain comes?

A: ?->¿<-?

Are rains that come in from the west, the same as rains that come in from the north, or the same as rains that come in from the south? I would say east but we don’t get rains from the east here. Well, not until recently we didn’t.

But I’m wondering about the contents of the water in the well. Like, aggregate. Summer rain(s), Spring rain(s), Winter rain(s), Fall rain(s)…they can’t all be the same. So is their logic in the moisture(s) that are brought to where and when/via what direction? Here, we have a lot of swimming pools. That means that a lot of peeps around here have spent a good deal of time stewing in water that has a high concentration of chlorine. You drink that shit too via the public water supply. Over time, what does that do to a gal or fella?

I’m mainly thinking about the aquifers in this area and the waters that feed them over time. What nutrients and minerals were brought in, and what nutrients and minerals leech from the local environment(s), plus what all that adds up to. The particulate in the atmosphere is changing, so moisture in the form of rain likely ain’t bringing the same stuff it used to. When you consider the direction the moisture may be coming from at a certain time of year, then you consider the nature of agriculture as it was then and is now, add in the industrial usages of waters from the river systems and other varied water sources, there’s a shift happening right under our noses that may be so obvious that we’re missing something else entirely. Or maybe not. Lots of eyes on waters everywhere. Just depends on who you are listening to/not listening to.

^Ocean grabbing — local fishing communities under threat? | DW Documentary^

Dear DW,

You make some pretty good documentaries on some pretty interesting subjects. However, the music is really getting out of hand. A smattering of music here and there is great. It adds without detracting, and is a great way of hearing some new music I may have never heard before. However, I challenge you to watch the following documentary, and I want you to keep track of how much time within the film is absent of either music or some kind of ridiculous and over the top foley/added sound effects. Along with the narration, it is my opinion that you as the viewer are given no time whatsoever to actually think, contemplate, and make decisions for yourself as to the goings on depicted in the film. Of course, maybe that’s the point: tell the viewer what to think and why, and give them no time to ponder or question.

Have fun counting the seconds in that film, and thanks for the docs irrespective of my personal grievances with respect to them.

Love,

cFa

^The Beginnings Of World War 1 Explained | First World War EP1 | Timeline^
Anger? I get.

Rage? I get.

Fury? I get.

Pride?

I don't get that at all

Sure, I’ve taken it out for a spin here and there, but I don’t understand the concept. It’s the one thing you’re supposed to have, except when you have it. Then it’s the one thing you aren’t supposed to have. I guess maybe “pride” is like a philosophical hot potato.

See a doctor and get rid of it
^The Hives – Hate to Say I Told You So^

Speaking of well and wells and being well and water(s) and such, Sophie, Sophia, Sewing and Sofas sure have been appearing on the radar a lot of the past few weeks.

Standard Operating Procedure
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SOP
Piety
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Couch Surfing
Couch Surf
Iwye

Anyone got a line on what’s up with that sopping? Too much gravy and not enough bread? Too much bread and not enough gravy? We all have our crosses to bear. So the story goes.

^IDLES – MOTHER^

Ever heard of a PPE? I’ve mentioned what it is before, but think it deserves a revisit.

PPE

The Dirty Little Secret Behind Internet Mortgage Pricing Engines

Dynamic Pricing

Can you imagine standing in line at a brick-and mortar store, the price was $7.99 when you picked your whatever up off the shelf, but the person behind you in line pays only $6.99 for the exact same item because the price was changed/lowered after you picked the thing up off the shelf? Bet you’re angry now, eh? What if the price went up tho. Would you then snicker at the person behind you and think, “wow, I’m getting a really great deal!”

Mortgages work like that

Whether you do or don’t pay thousands over the term of a loan could change in mere minutes. Kinda depends on when you commit and why. You wanted the best price, you got it.

Pony up

Of course, if you’d have waited another hour, you could have gotten an even better deal. But is this really that big of a shocker? You’re in this game. Part of it. One of the wheels that makes the machine go, and every single thing you do is gonna cascade in some way, shape or form. Maybe you weren’t aware of that. Maybe your mortgage loan, and your committing to it when you did, was the straw that broke the finance camel’s back and made rates drop even lower.

Someone's did
^the flowers – after dark^
Well, this is strange...

Looks almost…balanced. Gotta keep in mind tho, some resonances are quite destructive when they are “balanced”.

Just sayin'
^Fontaines D.C. – Boys In The Better Land (Darklands Version)^

You hear about that dude that got stuck upside down on the chimney and died? Sucks. I watched some documentaries sometime back on people in the UK that demolish old chimneys by hand. Makes sense. These things were put up by hand, so, why not bring them down by hand. Brick by brick, up they went. But when it’s time to come down? Some just want the fuckers gone, and fast. I guess that was Nobel’s whole point tho. Watt’s also. Lenor’s and Otto’s. And Whitney’s, Tesla’s and Edison’s too. Do the work of many with much less and/or little to none.

Comparatively

Where was I? Oh yeah, died with a hammer in his hand. For those interested in the more mystical and associative kinds of inference, I guess “the hanged man” and “the dead man” instantly spring to mind. However, what about the man?

Yeah, the person

Some dude, working a shitty and dangerous job, something goes wrong, story ends. For him it does. I’d bet he didn’t wake up yesterday morning and say, “Oh boy oh boy, I sure as shit hope something goes really fuckin’ awry today and I wind up a media sensation which causes the soothsayers and psychics to lose their everlovin’ minds.” Considering the goings on in Parliaments all over the world, some might interpret that poor dude’s death as something…

symbolic

Ironic, that here I sit, doing pretty much the very thing I’m damning. Trying my best not to read into any symbolism, although my mind is certainly awash in symbolism tho. But at the same time, thinking about this dude, his family, friends, the people that had to try and rescue him/eventually pull his body down…all kinds of people affected in all kinds of ways, all over the place, both directly and indirectly/less-directly.

^John Henry: One of America’s Warriors^

How does one talk about things? I don’t think there’s an answer. Not a correct one anyway. You talk about a something, or you don’t. Either way, might wanna prepare yourself for a smack on the snout irrespective of which choice you make.

Augur

You can read just about anything. Draw all kinds of stuff from that and those well(s), make all kinds of conjectures and reach all kinds of conclusions. Still, you have to walk the walk of your chosen path.

^Psychedelic Porn Crumpets – Found God in a Tomato^

Having a dream within a dream sounds like a cool concept. Until it actually happens anyway. How do you relate such an experience, and to whom do you relate it to? For what purpose(s)? If you had similar or same and wanna talk, sure. But to just spout the experience out to garner attention? Well, that kinda makes sense too on some levels.

 Being alone is...scary

Anyway, if you wanna talk, sure, I’ll give it a go, but I personally have no agenda. Any agenda(s) you might have/bring to the discussion may be a shade…transparent. Maybe not specifics, but a dark spot is still a spot. Easy to spot. In the interest(s) of transparency, prolly best I’m upfront about that.

Bring the noise
^Grimes – We Appreciate Power (Lyric Video)^

Hang in there fellow humanoid type entities. Sunshine sucks without rain. Oh, and this whole “potable” and “top table” mess started off because I dropped by C Frank Davis’ place first thing this morning and read his latest post. Lots of weirdness going on over there in the UK both inside and out. I guess there are those looking to create a wave of dissent they can ride until that magical 2050 mark. Makes sense, but also doesn’t. 2050AD/CE is arbitrary as hell whilst riding on a planet that is supposedly 4.5 billion year old, and this same planet is swimming in a 13.8 billion year old sea. Delay, until established, then hold. Hold until relieved. That’s the only thing I can figure.

^London Grammar – Strong [Official Video]^

cYacFa

^Tito Y Tarantula-After Dark^

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Missive From ‘Merica: The Angel Angle

I’ll start this post with an example of synchronicity for you, Dear Reader. I’d just finished reading through the raw form of Cade Fon Apollyon’s latest missive…

Mr Messy

*Heh. Perfect for shambles, Clicky…*

…below, before transferring it to here for formatting this morning, when I glanced at my emails and saw that a comment had been posted up in the Red universe of MEROVEE. At roughly the same time that I’d started reading the Okie Devil’s raw text

Merovee Mars s angel

*/lights up… Strange ‘ow that… /drags… ‘appens all the time, Clicky… /streams smoke… Plenny of angles in that first bit of wall art posted, too…*

*/winks… Aye… /smokes…*

To see the ‘sync’ for yourself, Dear Reader, you’re just gonna have to read on 😉 Enjoy!

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I’m thinking about getting a tonsillectomy reversal.

Anyone got a line on where I can get this done?

^Deadmau5 – My Pet Coelacanth (1080p) || HD^

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Reversals are big in medicine. Big in the medical industry. Two for the price of two. Maybe more.

Would a reversal be considered “anti”? Or would it be “anti-anti” seeing as how the original whatever that is now being reversed was the original “anti”.

Anti-anti

That’s a lot of ante.

Sounds like someone is all-in.

Good luck.

^The Angel {Shining Mix} MINISTRY cover Julian Beeston^

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Angels appear to be on the menu. Angelic music is on the menu anyway.

Let's eat

Angel Eyes: Like a little music with your meal, Tuco?

Tuco: Music? Yeah, it’s very good. It’s very good for the digestion.

Movie = The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

I'm starving
^Ministry – We Believe (video)^

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The ancient Romans were pretty smart. According to legend, they did a lot of stuff. Lots of empire building, lots of infrastructure building. You know something else that the Romans were good at?

Graffiti

With that in mind, and because of a video that was shared with me the other day that I will not be sharing with you, lets us ponder what this infrastructure building and empire building may have entailed. Not the real buildings and the real roads that get you there, let’s think about the virtual ones. Ideas. Dreams. Perhaps we should start with the idealists and the dreamers. Wise men and scribes.

These were usually among the first people to be liquidated amongst a conquered people, and I would imagine this is because these were likely the people behind the former management. The idea men. Gotta get that entrenched management out of your new territory, and you gotta rip the old shit out by the roots if you want your own new seeds to take hold.

But what about those place where you just cannot seem to get the root(s)? You chop that tree down, pull out the stump, but the fucker keeps coming back and keeps coming back. You might need to get clever. After all, we aren’t talking about physical trees here, we’re talking about ideas and dreams. Maybe infiltrate and corrupt those ideas and dreams. Build your own idea(s) into the existing idea(s) in order to corrupt it/them. We’re talking about writing here. If you burn or otherwise destroy all the old works (parchments, books, tablets, etc.) and then get rid of all the old workers who won’t convert to your new model, but the old shit keeps coming back somehow? Bring in your own team.

Infiltrate. Divide and Conquer
^How To Destroy Angels – Ice Age (feat. Deadmau5) [Deadmau5 Remix] (1080p) || HD^

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Eradication is damn near impossible in some cases. Matters of the heart and mind, spirit and soul?

Nightmares

So seeing as how the Romans were good at graffiti…

Q: Is it possible to add new text to an existing text in such a way that it is almost impossible to tell that what has been added is an invasive idea and/or invasive ideas?

A: ???

Most of what was written down in the ancient world is likely to have been A) law, B) historical accounts, or C) financial accounting(s). Yeah, there’s going to be scientific and creative stuff also, but almost all of what was written in the ancient world is going to likely be sanctioned, funded and overseen by some governing body. That means primarily documented power(s), stories of the exercising of that power, and stories about the wealth that was brought by the previous two things.

SO! You’ve got a nasty little province or two that irk the living shit out of you, and you decide that the best way to defeat these irritating fuckers is to bastardize the living shit out of their law(s) and/or religion(s). I mean, if you do it right, you could affect these fuckers for generations. Now you just need the right mole(s) to get in there and do some digging. You’re going to need to cover the range too. You’re gonna need to be overt, your gonna need to be covert, and you’re gonna need to be democratic as well. Patient, impatient, and forgiving. Gotta keep the opposition guessing. Confuse them. Not let them know that you are working every angle while keeping the same intent…destruction from within. In a few years, you could potentially have the entire population of this problem province believing that “only the holiest of the holy can wipe their asses with sandpaper and achieve cleanliness without damaging the flesh of thine ass.”

^Grease – Sandy (HD)^

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I wonder how many words for “asses” and/or “ass” exist. Yeah, the contextual human ass.

Buttocks

Behind

Bottom

Glutenous Maximus

There are many considerations to be made. We are breaching the lines of cultural boundaries. Some smart ass out there might rub sandpaper all over their beast of burden. Might wind up looking like a jackass. Or some other asshat rubs sandpaper all over their entire buttocks. No real need for this asshole to do that…just rub the asshole and area immediately surrounding the asshole.

You getting all these hooks?

I sure hope so, I’m laying them on pretty fucking thick. Don’t need some jerk sandpapering the entire bathroom thinking it’ll help him become “holy”. Or sandpapering their Ass to death in the name of enlightenment.

^Nine Inch Nails – The Perfect Drug (Official Video)^

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This shouldn’t be too much of a stretch. All kinds of weird and unusual laws on the books. But ya know, just because something is “legal” don’t make it right/correct. Also, just because something is legal doesn’t mean that I have to participate. So with respect to your intuition(s), what are they telling you? Not to mention, have you ever considered that maybe someone is doing a something thinking that it is the right way to be, but they’re actually just being played by some ancient practical joker?

“There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.”

Proverbs 14:12 (KJV)

Hate can do weird things to people. Hate can sow some nasty seeds for some nasty long-term growths. So I ask again: where is your personal discernment? Can you tell right from wrong? Can you tell correct from incorrect?

You're basically pitting your own “natural law” will against “man's law” will(s)

Where has your knowledge of law(s) come from? What are you doing with this knowledge?

^Pretenders – Angel Of The Morning (Original Version)^

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So, in winding this rant down, this video that I saw was focusing on nitpicking the Talmud. I find this ironic since the Talmud itself deals with nitpickery. Anyway, it got me to thinking that just because some law tells me that I can do a certain something, it doesn’t mean I have to participate. Of course, if the law demands that I do a certain something or behave a certain way?

Yeah, we may have a problem

The video was talking about assorted unsavory nonsense in the Talmud, and then wound up showing a video that is said to be of some Jewish Rabbi putting his mouth on a newborn’s freshly circumcised willy. It’s right there. Certainly appears to be accurate irrespective of the narration. But I have a few suggestions for whoever created this video.

#1 

How about a warning in the video description that you are about to blind-side me with a short video clip of something that I may not want to see. Oh wait, you were too busy hawking your online “prepper” business in the description to waste time with such trivialities, and you’re also panhandling/e-begging for donations for your “equipment upgrades” to make more videos like this.

#2 

How about a warning in the video itself that you are about to blind-side me with a short video clip of something that I may not want to see. You’re the one putting these things together. Granted, you appear to be wanting/needing some new upgraded equipment, but yeah, you can prolly slide a warning into the video prior to anything unsavory that might appear in your content. Courtesy: ever heard of it?

#3 

Every dollar has a cost. Costs, even. Such thoughts might even get me the viewer to question which God you serve. Just sayin’.

#4 

If Jesus is coming back and going to destroy the whole fucking place, why in the hell do I need survival gear and survival supplies and all that shit? To survive The Tribulation? Dude… Chick… whatever… death ain’t a thing during the Tribulation. It’s all suffering. You can have all the freeze dried strawberries in the world and it ain’t gonna help. It would appear there’s gonna be entities of all kinds roaming hither and yon, slapping hamburgers out of peoples’ hands and otherwise fucking with your shit, and doing all of this to remind and/or educate you as to who owns the place.

Yeah, the main reason I’m not linking you, the reader, to this video is because it’s inflammatory click-bait, and I’m not going to participate in the video’s further propagation. Says it’s click-bait right there in the title with their “WATCH NOW, THIS WILL GET PULLED DOWN” bullshit, but I watched for a friend, with a friend. Otherwise, no, prolly wouldn’t have watched it.

The seen cannot be unseen
^W A S P Sleeping in the fire with lyrics^

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Just because the rope is in your hands, doesn’t necessarily mean you’re towing the line.

^Massive Attack – Angel^

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I guess I myself could be accused of using racy images and/or controversial music. Controversial opinions on controversial topics. Might make one wonder what kind of standard(s) I employ. What I’m after? Why? Shit like that. Good questions all. I have no answers.

OH WAIT! I DO HAVE AN ANSWER IN THIS CASE!!! 

I write about what I see. I share what I see as, when and where I saw it. So say, if I’m looking for geometry/geometric images, and I somehow and for some reason stumble onto an image of some woman digging in her butt? I may just share that image. Synchronicity is sometimes a pretty damn strange concept to ponder. A difficult language to interpret. Not always, but sometimes.

^Skinny Puppy – Process^
original-4133901-1Oh, and speaking of manipulating others for your own gain...

North Carolina assisted living facility workers accused of running dementia resident fight club

That just appeared on my radar. Taking folks who don’t know no better, sowing seeds of discontent, feeding on desires to make things right/seek right, and profiting from the whole mess.

Sounds...a familiar concept

Dunno where I’ve heard similar recently, but almost sure that I have. Lots of angles. Lots to think about.

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

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Heart

Mind

Spirit

Soul

That leaves only...body

No wonder that abuse and torture are pretty much the only tool in the human-leverage toolbox. The body you can get to. The other ones? Not so much.

^Foetus – Into The Light^

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Meh, I was only two pages in, and I completely lost interest in this one. Did eventually cover some ground(s) tho.

X: You gonna leave me out forever?

Cade: No, that’s not my intention.

X: You aren’t listening.

Cade: Dunno if that’s entirely correct.

0: You as a the individual that you are just cannot approach a pile of shit without stopping and considering what it would be to step in it, can you?

Cade: Dunno if that’s entirely correct either.

X: You’re lost.

Cade: Ya’ll are batting 1000%.

X: Any idea as to which is correct, and which is incorrect?

Cade: So, if I’m understanding correctly, this is not about being correct/incorrect at all.

T: What do you think it’s about smart guy?

Cade: Speed.

Z: Speed? Or frequency.

Cade: You’ve lost me there.

Z: How many times do you have to be told to do something, before you actually do it?

Cade: That’s a good question. Have you given any consideration as to why I may not be doing a certain something?

B: Rebellion.

Cade: Sorry for having to paint you into a corner B, but as I’m thinking about it now, that speed and frequency bit is a tough one to chew on whilst considering the “request & compliance” model that is forming in my head.

X: You’re riding a wave?

Cade: Yes.

X: But you aren’t moving.

Cade: Correct. A sine wave.

C: Wave after wave of sine waves, and you are stationary….motionless.

Cade: Correct.

0: Would a saw-wave be a better model maybe?

Cade: I don’t think it matters. I think what we are discussing here is the point at which one “intercepts” the wave.

Z: A mark.

Cade: Correct.

Z: Acknowledgement.

Cade: Correct.

Z: Compliance.

Cade: Also correct, but that’s a whole ‘nother ball of wax now ain’t it?

0: Have you ever noticed that your vernacular changes whenever you wander off into the more subjective realms?

Cade: Welp, makes sense…don’t it?

B: How so?

Cade: Just because I accept a task or mission or whatever, doesn’t mean that task is gonna get carried out.

X: Customer satisfaction.

Cade: Exactly. Shit isn’t gonna get better just because I take the job on.

A: So, by avoiding the message, and by avoiding this task, things don’t get worse?

Cade: Oh for fuck’s sake 0. If you’re gonna hide behind “A’s” persona, at least try and act like her.

0: I don’t follow.

Cade: But I should?

Z: Booya.

A: What if I asked him to ask as me?

Cade: I don’t think any of this really addresses the random and somewhat bizarre nature of…of…of…

U: Less than standard communication(s)?

Cade: Now who in the fucking fuck is this fuck?

U: I’ll give you a hint.

Cade: Lemme guess…”U”? ”Not You?” Like, not me you, but you?

U: Not.

Cade: Hi.

X: Speed. Lets get back to it. This is running a little long.

Cade: You shouldn’t react to everything.

X: All of that, just to say, “you shouldn’t react to everything”?

Cade: Non-reaction is still a reaction.

0: Just less proactive.

Cade: Less reactive maybe. I dunno what “proactive” would even mean in this context.

Z: What about in the case of omens?

Cade: That’s actually a really good question. Any precursor, that you eventually act on, would in fact be proactive.

T: We gotta sometimes twist these things to get you to think.

Cade: It’s an interesting thought. The message arrives in 1986 that something really bad is gonna happen in 2011, you sit on this information until 2010, act on it…

X: And it appears that you were being proactive.

Cade: Correct. But I really wasn’t.

A: How so?

Cade: The event had already happened.

0: Wait, wait, wait just a minute there sparky. What do you mean “the event already happened”?

Cade: The event had already happened, otherwise, I would not have been able to see it.

0: But you eventually prevented it?

Cade: A mindfuck ain’t it? In order to prevent something, it has to happen.

Z: The basis for a more solid engineering.

Cade: Certainly gets one to thinking about the nature of “preventative anything”.

X: It happened, it never happened.

Cade: Almost like 3-point parking. Forward, back, forwards.

Z: Onwards and upwards.

Cade: So yeah, speed and accuracy. Just because I’m getting “synchy” messages doesn’t mean I need to shit my pants.

0: Shit your pants..do a dance…we’ll sign you up for the Ringling Brothers.

Cade: It’s a circus. Can be anyway.

X: And what about this business with the points?

Cade: OH! Yeah, um, scanning the bands. It just occurred to me that instead of looking for a complete message on a single band, maybe a message was sent in parts over multiple bands.

X: And that completes the “synchronistic communications model”?

Cade: You sure are asking a lot of questions today.

U: Answer the damn question.

Cade: It might complete a message. I dunno about it completing any model.

X: Complete the model for “a” message.

Cade: Maybe. I’ve no idea. It could get messy.

X: Anything spring to mind?

Cade: Well, now that I think about it, that Bible cross-reference image that Jordan Peterson used in some of his talks could shed some light.

T: You’re thinking non-sequential and less-sequential.

Cade: Correct. And now that I think about it, the whole damn thing could eventually collapse.

Z: Only if someone isn’t on their toes.

Cade: I just pictured the whole damn thing folding.

X: Don’t you think there might be other information to follow when and as the original message is erased?

Cade: Sure, it’s possible. But if we really are untangling certain knots…

0: The whole rope could vanish.

Cade: That’s…what I’m seeing.

0: Voids.

Cade: There’s still data there in the/a void. Its all in how we interpret it. What jarred me just then was watching the information that only previously occupied that void disappearing.

X: A big crunch.

Cade: Again, I don’t know. I just know that the more of the points in the arcs disappeared, the more the message made less sense.

X: The more…the message…made less sense. Less is more?

Cade: So it would seem.

X: …

Roob just told me via DM that there’s some new “Brexit Deal” on the table, but I really have no interest at this particular moment. Pygostyle…what an interesting concept. You can stick a fork in this turkey…

I'm done
^Premiere: Marco Strous – That’s My Jam [Cr2 Records]^

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Almost forgot to mention, dropped by Psycho Radio the other night. Not done that in a while. The Gang was mostly all there. I put the headphones on, laid down, listened for a few hours, but eventually fell asleep. That’s not a cut on the conversation that was transpiring, I just fell asleep. They do talk about some weird shit tho. Do it in some weird ways too.

Glad ya'll are still around and kicking

^Highasakite – Golden Ticket^

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cYacFa

^Chicane vs. Natasha Bedingfield – Bruised Water (Adam K & Soha Club Mix) [HD]^

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*Yum! …/stubs butt… I could go for some of that, Clicky…*

Have a Song, Dear Reader ❤

Nein, Nein, Nein

Before I start this here Brexit shambles, Dear Reader, I’d just like to point out that there is still time to submit a short story for the Halloween Underdog Anthology, if you are of a creative writing bent. To date, 7 authors have supplied tales for the book, but I’m sure Leggy would like to get the author count up to 9 if possible, to sync with the number of the volume in the series…

*Ooh that’s apt, Clicky… /lights up… My first story’s about misadventures in trepanation… /drags… I’m still working on the second…*

*Yep… /streams smoke… It’s a ‘Harry’ story, Clicky, and the first half of a two parter… /smokes… The second story will be in the Christmas Anthology. Touch wood…*

*Hear Hear, Clicky…*

Dear Reader, it seems we have a Zombie Parliament in session, here, in the UK. It appears that Remainer MPs – a.k.a. ‘The Far Wrong’ – in their crazed desperation to prevent us from leaving the Eewww!, are prepared to go to any lengths…

SOTD Channel 4

*/flicks ash… Except fight a General Election and bloody well secure a mandate to cancel Brexit… /final drag… Too risky…

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*’No, we’re not allowed to shoot them, Clicky…*

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*Yeah, they already know they’re dead meat… /stubs butt… *

The story continues, Dear Reader. Have a Song…

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Missive #137

*Good grief, there’s full Moon, too, Clicky? …/bites lip… There’ll be lunatics abroad tonight…*

As promised in yesterday’s missive, Dear Reader, Cade has very kindly whizzed across the 137th installment of his wonder ramblings for your pleasure. I also mentioned yesterday that today, Friday 13th of September, has a connection with 137. Well, two actually…

Moss Goon

… The date when written out UK style is 13/9…

Moss Goon Reversed

*/Tuts… I haven’t finished yet, Clicky…*

… And 139 is a Twin Prime with 137…

Moss Goon

*Told ya… /sticks out tongue…*

… Plus as September is named for ‘seven’, the date can be conceived as 13/7. Then there’s the Alternative Thinking 37 sync…

*/lights up…*

…Raphael at that site has been thinking deeply and alternatively about ‘137’ for the longest time, and has amassed a 137 treasure trove. Yesterday he published a splendid post, the first in ages. 37 is the 12th Prime and today, of course, is the 37th Friday of 2019…

Scoob and Mystery Machine

*Yeah, yeah, and 37 is also the atomic number of ROOB ID, I AM… /smokes… It ain’t about me, Clicky…*

That’s why I am delighted to be able to present the Text US Okie Devil’s 137th missive for the LoL of it today, Dear Reader…

Enjoy! ❤

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Didn’t get the job – got the rejection email earlier. No big deal really – been turned down and/or ignored for prolly a thousand jobs over the past few years. But this one I was qualified for somewhat, and, I aced the typing test. 40 wpm average with a 98.5% accuracy on a 5 minute typing test ain’t that bad, especially for someone who typically doesn’t type by sight. In fact, I never type by sight. Like read something, and type it at the same time. I’m quite impressed with my typing test result. That’s no mean feat.

(me being impressed with myself)

Aphasia

Don't ask why I put that there
^DIE KRUPPS ~ Schmutzfabrik^

SO! What’s up over in Merovee land, eh? Was not my intent to kick a hornet’s nest. Just trying to understand what’s being said. Cade is not known for being the sharpest knife in the drawer, and it’s kinda nice to know where he stands.

^Front 242 – Rhythm of Time (Victor the Cleaner)^

From a learning standpoint, how did I just refer to myself? Would that be considered 2nd person? 4th person? Did some reading, and everything on this seems to center around pronouns, but I referred to myself by name.

AH HA!

Illeism

So yeah...3rd person

I guess in order to refer to yourself in the 4th person, you need both 1st and 3rd person. Wait…didn’t I do that? I used both “Cade” and “he”.

^Jump – Funkatarium^

How long until Trump spins his anti-e-cig/fake news crap as a trap. That’s what I’m wondering. Like, some kind of double-cross to “expose” fake news sources…

maybe? 

Was reading Leg Iron’s latest post, and it really got me to thinking that PT will likely spin it. He’ll have to, assuming the “fake news” angle actually sticks. Where in the fuck did this vaping legislation even come from? Talk about coming from left-field, I woulda been less shocked if to hear that the President was introducing legislation that limited the number of toilet paper sheets citizens could use when wiping their butts. Not to mention, the limited reading that I’ve done is indicative that this is a regional problem. Meaning, the state in question should deal with it, not the Federal government. Something else is going on here, and I don’t think it has anything to do with THC, black market products or even vaping.

^Front 242 – Happiness (Dance Mix By Underworld)^

Kind of a holdover thought from the previous missive, but have you ever been somewhat submerged in water, had something float up next to you, you tried to push it away, and it winds up floating even closer to you? Or you try and pick it up from underneath the water, but it runs away from your hand? Or you try and distance your entire body from it, but it follows you? That’s kinda what I was thinking with respect to a body moving through a space, how to identify other bodies, and how to know how to react to those bodies without becoming unnecessarily entangled with those bodies because of your actions. I was thinking more about inorganic kinds of things, but these concepts aren’t much different in a lot of cases than dealing with organics. Like swatting at a wasp is likely to just irritate the fuck out of it. Same could be said of a leaf in a pool of water.

Less-destructive/non-destructive travel

That’s what I’m thinking of. To relate, the reason that supersonic travel is out, is because it’s destructive as hell. Commercial passenger parabolic space travel isn’t going to be much better. To relate even further, I just looked up some figures for SpaceX’s Falcon rockets.

For Falcon 9: 156.1 ± 4.9 dB (unweighted) at 125 ft.

For Falcon Heavy: 160.9 ± 4.9 dB (unweighted) at 125 ft.

Now, to put that in perspective. Like, those numbers… they need some perspective. Wanna come along?

It's gonna get loud
^Finitribe ‘We Have Come’^

As you can see, @ 156.1 and 160.9 decibels, the Falcon 9 and Falcon 9 Heavy rockets are hip deep in the intolerable pool. I think a shotgun blast is around 140 decibels, most commercial aircraft are around 130 decibels, and anything around those numbers and above is where the pain thresholds lay. So if we’re gonna have commercial parabolic space travel carting your tubby ass from Dallas to London in 30 minutes, let’s see what the locals are going to have to deal with.

Dallas Fort Worth (DFW) International Airport is the world’s fourth busiest airport, offering nearly 1850 flights per day and serving 64 million passengers a year.’

Source = Google – 12 September 2019 @16:22

Now, at 1,850 flights per day for a single airport (D/FW), we kinda need to know what the average passenger load for commercial aircraft is.

What is the average amount of passengers on a plane?

Those numbers look reasonable to me, and it’s something we really need to consider seeing as how, currently, rockets can’t even carry a single person, let alone hundreds. But to be fair, parabolic space flight is likely not the smartest of options for someone traveling from Dallas to Austin or even Dallas to New York. It’s unlikely that 1,850 rockets are going to be blasting off from D/FW each day, so let’s get a bead on the number of international flights that leave from the Metroplex.

Overall, DFW Airport has service to 223 destinations, including 56 international and 167 destinations within the United States. Fifteen of the 27 passenger airlines that serve DFW are foreign-flagged, and 12 are domestic.’

Source = Google – 12 September 2019 @ 16:27

That doesn’t tell us much, but some further reading implies that there are 30 flights per week from D/FW to London area airports, which means an average of 4.2 flights per day.

Q: Could we handle 4 rocket launches per day in this area?

A: ???

No idea, and that’s only the London service. Glass sales are going to go through the fucking roof.

^Skinny Puppy – Tin Omen^

What is the cost effectiveness of devising a system for aircraft that could avoid a bird? What about a system that could avoid an insect? Is that overkill? Altering the course of a 200/300 ton jet just to avoid a mosquito? Especially a mosquito.

Those things suck
^A Split Second – Flesh (Full 12″ Version) (Official video)^

Maybe there’s a balance in the quanta that we are missing. Some something in the ether that knows when and where we are being sloppy as fuck, and maybe where we need to improve in certain areas in order to advance in other areas. Like say… oh, I dunno… maybe in order to increase a certain medical treatment from 30.6% effectiveness to 45.9% effectiveness, all it takes is a reduction of 5% in the number of plants killed by herbicides. That energy has to come from somewhere right? It’s gotta go somewhere too, and there has to be some kind of sustainable something to get it there.

^symphonix – everything you want^

How much of a reduction in life you figure it takes before there’s an implication that life is no longer needed and/or no longer wanted here on our planet. You think it possible that there are solar/galactic/universal audit trails? If so, prolly going to be a lot more audit trails nested in there. Almost like Synthetic CDO’s that are based upon and travel from to and through some base structures. Damn, that sounds like a logistical nightmare. Boy…I sure hope there are some folks thinking in streams like these. Our administration costs could skyrocket if we aren’t somewhat prepared for administratives like that.

Synthetic CDO

For anyone so inclined to wander
^A SPLIT SECOND – MAMBO WITCH (EXTENDED VERSION) 1988^

Joining the galactic community sounds expensive.

Of course, I hear joining the EU is pretty goddamn expensive too.

Apparently, leaving the EU is pretty goddamn expensive as well.

^Story of an Artist by Daniel Johnston^

Hey, Greenpeace! You guys/gals have paid positions?

Greenpeace activists hang from Houston bridge in protest ahead of Democratic debate

I know a guy who is looking for work. He’s OK with heights and types @ 40 wpm.

^B-Movie Nowhere Girl – 1982 (HD extended ver.)^

The time has come…

The time is now…

!!!RANDOM WIKIPEDIA ATTACK!!!!

I don't even know if I remember how to do this, but I'm willing to try

From today’s featured article…

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Tahiti Rail – an extinct species of rail that lived on Tahiti. It was first recorded during James Cook’s second voyage around the world (1772–1775), on which it was illustrated by Georg Forster and described by Johann Reinhold Forster. No specimens have been preserved.

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Case Closed (Season 11) – The eleventh season of the Case Closed anime was directed by Kenji Kodama and Yasuichiro Yamamoto and produced by TMS Entertainment and Yomiuri Telecasting Corporation.[1] The series is based on Gosho Aoyama’s Case Closed manga series.

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Clarence Stein – an American urban planner, architect, and writer, a major proponent of the Garden City movement in the United States.

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Pauline Jani – a Zimbabwean netball player who represents Zimbabwe internationally and plays in the positions of goal keeper and goal shooter. She was a member of the Zimbabwean squad which finished at eighth position during the 2019 Netball World Cup, which was historically Zimbabwe’s first ever appearance at a Netball World Cup tournament.

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Donald Meek – a Scottish-American actor. He first performed publicly at the age of eight and began appearing on Broadway in 1903. Meek is perhaps best known for his roles in the films You Can’t Take It with You (1938) and Stagecoach (1939).

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Telephone Exchange Building (Norwich, Connecticut) – a historic building at 23 Union Street in downtown Norwich, Connecticut, behind Norwich Town Hall. Built in 1906-07, it was the first purpose-built telephone exchange building in the city, and is a little-altered example of period exchanges built by the Southern New England Telephone Company.

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Trechus Flavocinctus – a species of ground beetle in the subfamily Trechinae. It was described by Jeannel in 1922.

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¿Dónde Está Santa Claus? – a novelty Christmas song. 12-year-old Augie Rios had a hit with the song in 1958 which featured the Mark Jeffrey Orchestra. Written by George Scheck, Rod Parker, and Al Greiner, and copyrighted in 1958, the copyright was renewed and is owned by Ragtime Music. The song was originally released on MGM Records’ Metro label. The 45 record single was backed with the song “Ol’ Fatso (I Don’t Care Who You Are Old Fatso, Get Those Reindeer Off My Roof).”

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Michael Riegler – a retired Liechtenstein alpine skier who competed in the 2002 Winter Olympics.

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Vapor (Novel) – he second novel by American writer Amanda Filipacchi. It was translated into French, Italian, Dutch, Russian, and Polish. The novel was praised for an energetic originality showcasing a “prodigious postfeminist talent.”

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Bursera – a genus with about 100 described species of flowering shrubs and trees varying in size up to 25 m (82 ft) high. They are native (often for many species endemic) to the Americas, from the southern United States south through to northern Argentina, in tropical and warm temperate forest habitats.

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Jay Ansill – a composer and folk musician, known primarily as a Celtic harpist and fiddler. Ansill has released several solo albums including Origami, A Lost World (an adaptation of poems by Robert Graves), and three privately released tributes to The Incredible String Band.

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The Apotheosis Of Saint Thomas Aquinas – a 1631 altarpiece painting by Francisco de Zurbarán, now in the Museum of Fine Arts of Seville. It shows Thomas Aquinas ascending to heaven, surrounded by four other Doctors of the Church.

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Alfredo Malerba – an Argentine pianist and musician, producer and screenwriter, with an illustrious career. He wrote tangos such as Besos brujos, Te lloran mis ojos, Canción de cuna, Cuando el amor muere, Un amor, Cosas del amor and Vendrás alguna vez.

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Ward No. 14, Kolkata Municipal Corporation – an administrative division of Kolkata Municipal Corporation in Borough No. 3, covering parts of Ultadanga (Murari Pukur) and Bagmari neighbourhoods in North Kolkata, in the Indian state of West Bengal.

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Aldwyn Sappleton – a Jamaican track and field athlete, who specialized in middle distance running. He won three medals, including gold in the 1500 metres, at the 1999 CARIFTA Games in Fort-de-France, Martinique. He is also a four-time All-American track and field athlete, while playing for the Oklahoma Sooners, at the University of Oklahoma in Norman.

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I had to sort through missives 001 through 081 to find that formatting. Dunno why I thought there was more to it than that. Oh well, was kinda fun to scan some of the older writings. I’ve discovered that I am somewhat…wordy.

*gasp*
^Anne Clark – Our Darkness^

Speaking of being wordy, ever heard of this?

Neurasthenia

Me either. Damn interesting tho. Sounds like Van Deusen and Beard were at odds as to exactly what the root cause of this condition was, but it seems they were in agreement that it was related to some kind of detachment or dissociative something. REALLY interesting that it was associated with “anyone who lives within the monetary system” and also a “culture-bound syndrome”. No fucking wonder the condition has been deprecated, redacted and/or relegated to the footnotes. Can’t have people thinking that society and/or monetary systems can make you sick. This was all going on in the big fucking middle of the Industrial Revolution too. Ya think maybe people were lamenting days gone by? Developing a hate for the future via a really fucking nasty and confusing present?

Nah. Unpossible
^Killing Joke – Eighties^

Are you fucking shitting me?

Google Says a Change in Its Algorithm Will Highlight ‘Original Reporting’

First Trump appears to kowtow to fake news, and not a day later, Google is changing their algorithm to give precedence to “whoever gets there first”? Are you really trying to tell me that news reporting agencies and media groups aren’t completely inundated with moles and informers who get paid to steal stories/information prior to publication so the competition can scoop them? Not only that, did Google really just throw it’s hat into the peer-reviewed and/or authentication/validation ring? Whoever appears first in the results is authentic/genuine?

Fuckin-a…and I thought I was an idiot for spending my days pondering time-travel and teleportation. You guys are fucking morons. Of course, thinking about it now, there is a flip side. Anyone engaging in journalistic thievery are going to somewhat expose themselves by rushing to print and trying to beat everyone else to publication so that Google will boost them in the rankings. It’ll take some time for all that to shake out tho. Could be a lot of heads roll. I take my earlier thoughts back Google. Well played.

(maybe)
^Nothing in the Sun – Ceremony^

Thinking about that now, there is another downside tho. This could potentially give basically “data monopolies” to certain publishers. I write about all kinds of stuff that I hear in “the news”. Am I no longer allowed to write about it? This kinda smacks of broadcast news back in the 1970s and maybe 1980s. You get the story, or you don’t. If you beat the competition to a story? They may not bother reporting on the story at all.

But yeah, I’m wondering as to what exactly will constitute “originality” within the scope of specific events. Not only that, but how are you going to handle those common courtesy types of references. Like, where USA Today will start off a story with “The New York Times is reporting that…”? Especially when the story devolves to “But CNN has reported that…”.

How you gonna handle shit like that? 

In cases like that, the story has become the story itself and the stories themselves, and an entirely new story has emerged as a result of the original reporting on…whatever in the fuck they’re reporting on. Anyway, I would think a purveyor of information (Google) is not going to be able to retain your illusory image of non-bias with a change like this. May as well go ahead an clutter up the empty space on that main Google page with paid advertisements and other bullshit. The cloak of your plain-covered wrapper advertising an unbiased Google is completely blown.

^Belouis Some – Imagination (Official Video) (HD)^

Maybe someone is simply missing their monopolies?

Seeking that olden fyre of yore.

Thing is…was that monopoly ever yours?

Or did you just read about it.

Is “olden” and “yore” in the same sentence…overkill?

Redundant?

Even if I’m purposely attempting to be ironic and/or overly expressive and excessive?

^Saint Etienne – You’re In A Bad Way (Video)^

Much pee pee needs to come out of me.

brb

K…I’m back. I was washing my hands seeing as how I touched my small and filthy penis, and made the mistake of looking in the mirror whilst I swashed my mitts. As I looked at myself, I got to wondering if there are some better glasses frames out there for me. Maybe these black horn-rimmed glasses aren’t the best for a face like mine.

A face like mine

What kind of eyewear would best compliment a face like mine. The only thing that I could come up with that might better compliment my face, is a welding mask. I wonder if they make those welding masks with a prescription-strength glass.

^The Cure – Lullaby (Official Music Video)^

Impossible. Teleportation is impossible. The complete disassembly and reassembly of a lifeform is impossible. There’s no precedent…there are no precedents. There are no models…there’s nothing but science fiction and fantasy.

I agree with you on all counts

On all counts, I agree with you wholeheartedly.

^Billy Idol- Flesh for Fantasy (lyric video)^

Sometimes, there just isn’t enough to talk about in order to accommodate all the images I stumble across. I am wondering how your week was.

Yeah...you

How the fuck are you? All of this bullshit is pointless without you, and I have a concern for your well-being. Kind of a passive concern, also a clueless concern, but a concern nonetheless. Been watching a lot of compilation videos lately of road ragers, and you are likely out in that mess day after day. Gotta be rough. Seems like the slightest of things will set someone off, and mistakes on the roadways are strictly taboo. No margins for error. No margins at all based on what I’ve been seeing. I wonder if there are people who get in their cars or on the motorcycles or whatever, and get out on the roadways for the specific purpose of finding someone to get pissed off at.

May wanna keep an eye out for pricks like that
^Lords Of Acid – Take Control^

Speaking of these videos that I’ve been watching, some of the “UK Road Rage” videos are pretty funny, some are downright depressing, but there seems to be an overall theme as to establishing who is right/wrong in a given situation. Like, actively pursuing justice in real time. No court, no judge, no jury, no law…have this out, right fucking here, right fucking now.

This isn’t endemic to just and only the UK, but on watching these videos, I woulda assumed that British drivers would be a tad more friendly, and MUCH more forgiving than drivers in America. Small roads, narrow roads, close quarters, lots of twists and turns, lots of intercepts and crossings, few lanes, and MANY more types of vehicles operating in the same environment, not mention lots of pedestrians. Seems like you’d almost have to be a friendly and forgiving person to survive in such an environment.

That appears to not be the case. What really stands out tho? The curses. I’ve watched enough of these vids now to kinda get the feeling that the first word(s) out of a driver’s mouth on the video is indicative of where that person is from.

Bellend

Wanker

Ewe steeyoupid iddy-ought

(you stupid idiot...trying to emulate the accent...tee hee)

Prick!

Fucking prick!!

Muppet!

Cunt

Fuck you!

INDICATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Twat!

What the hell?!

Fucking idiot!!

Nutter

Fuck off!!!

Upon watching vid after vid, trends began to appear. I could only assume that people from a certain area have more of a propensity to respond a certain way, or call someone a certain something, based on the regional dialect. “Bellend” was the one that kinda got me to thinking, as it appeared that maybe people in the northern regions were more apt to use this word first. Not that I am an expert in British accents, but I do try and keep my ears open/be mindful of them. Was also kinda surprised that the use of “bollocks” is rare in these vids. Did hear it a few times tho. Anyway, just thought that language thing was kinda interesting.

^Deadmau5 + Kaskade – Move For Me [Extended Mix] (1080p) || HD^

Oooooh!!!! I fucking LIKE that one. Wanna see what it looks like at a faster speed? Me too, but I’m not gonna add it here. You wanna speed it up yourself? Right click the link, copy image address, go here, paste the link address in the box, upload the image, and tinker with the speeds to your heart’s content. I’m gonna warn you in advance tho, that one does not speed up well. Speed seemed to cap for me at about 1000%. I’m sure an image with less frames would do better, and at 120 frames total, that image is a shade beefy.

^A Flock of Seagulls – I Ran (So Far Away)^

This post is now about…images.

^LaTour – People Are Still Having Sex^

This post is now about…images.

Anyone have any interest in…images?

^Tragic Error – Tanzen 1989 (original clip edited, HQ sound)^

This post is now about…images.

Anyone have any interest in…images?

Reflective surfaces…your proximity to them…what is it?

^A Split Second – Muscle Machine^

This post is now about…images.

Anyone have any interest in…images?

Reflective surfaces…your proximity to them…what is it?

Reflective surfaces…your interest in them…what is it?

Which reminds me, anyone else notice all the “asteroid” and “asteroid close approach” news lately? It’s been almost daily for several weeks now. Is someone trying to tell us in a roundabout way that some new NEO tracking system has come online and it’s now not only being used, but being used to great effect? If so, I can only imagine how much bad news is ahead, and not just and only the operating costs. Guess I could search for press releases regarding any new tracking systems, but it just seems weird that some new asteroid is in the news almost every goddamn day.

Weird things are strange
^OMC – How Bizarre^

Is it just me? Or do we have a discrepancy between this and this?

Thought maybe I’d be clever and see if there was a song named 137, or maybe a song centered around 137, but found those tones instead. Listened to the first to see how clear it was, then checked the second to see how clear it was, and immediately noticed there was a discrepancy between the two. Wanna see how bad it is? Do this:

  • Open the first video in one tab, pause it, then open the second video in a second tab and pause it as well.
  • Once you have both vids open, start playing the first vid, pop over to the other tab and start playing the second vid.
  • You should hear some oscillation with both vids playing at the same time.

If you wanna play further, open that second link in a tab, then open this in another tab. You’ll get a similar oscillation, but it’ll be different because one is a sine wave, and the other is a square wave, whereas the first two were both sine waves.

^Kevin Seconds – 137 Song^

Hope your Friday the 13th is and/or was a good one.

cYacFa

^The Human League – Being Boiled [Original Maxi Single]^

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*Cade’s also written a post for his own site, Clicky?*

137 tweet 139

*Whoa!*

On The Lash: Missus Flair

Six

‘As the scaffolding of the planetary system arises, a newborn star emerges from the nebula where the Anthropos is embedded. Owing to its superior mass, the star causes the emergent planetary system to cohere around it. It becomes the central sun of the Archontic heaven, a realm of celestial mechanics dominated by blind, inorganic forces.

‘Sophia shames the Demiurge by declaring to him that the Anthropos, though yet unborn, surpasses the Archons in intelligence, for humanity is an emanation of the Pleroma, whereas the Archons arise outside the cosmic core, without an act of emanation. Witnessing this reprimand, and shocked by the arrogance of the Demiurge, the newborn star undergoes a conversion: it chooses to align with Sophia against the realm of Archontic forces, i.e., the inorganic planetary field.

‘The fallen goddess recognizes this choice and produces from herself a daughter in her own likeness, the life force Zoe, who unites with the sun, the mother star of the planetary system.’

Not In His Image – John Lamb Lash

*Ha! …/lights up… Thoughtful Man …/drags… took me to see that on our first date, Clicky… /stream smoke… ‘is mate at work told ‘im it was a sure fire guarantee to get ‘im laid…*

oprah

*Wot? Nah, it’s a musical based on an opera… /smokes…*

Apparently, Dear Reader, solar and lunar events are imminent…

…Firstly, there will be a Black Supermoon tomorrow…

*/flicks ash…*

… And secondly, a rather particular storm is coming…

‘An absolutely massive hole has formed in the upper atmosphere of the Sun, and our planet will align with that hole later this week.  Once the alignment happens, Earth will be bombarded by a “solar storm”, and nobody is quite sure yet how bad it will be.  If the storm is relatively minor, we could just experience a few disruptions to satellite communications and see some pretty lights in the sky.

‘But if the storm is really severe, our electrical grid could be fried and we could experience widespread power outages.  According to the Express, “the solar storm will hit Earth on July 31 or August 1″…’

express

*/stubs butt… No, it’s a newspaper, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Mind you, if a solar flare does deep fry our electrics…*

*’Xactly… /scratches nose… I wonder if the eco-loonies ‘ave properly fought about wot they wish for…*

*That’s right, Clicky, winter is coming…*

… So, solar flares and spring tides notwithstanding, Dear Reader, we hope to see you back at the LoL soon…Have a Song… 😉

 

Story Time: The Imagination Virus

LAST TIME AT THE LOL

*Apt image, Clicky, considering this is my second Stranger Things post… /pats snout… well done…*

As promised, Dear Reader, a second post about the hit TV show ‘Stranger Things’, but this time in regards to a short story by my friend Leggy. H.K Hillman has a rare talent for writing tales that linger long after you’ve finished reading them. His tale ‘The Imagination Virus’ also ‘synced’ with an experience I had in 1985 when I was 17. I mentioned it to him when we first became friends in 2014…

Roob emails Legs of her experience

… So it was weird to see something similar played out on ‘Stranger Things’. Another ‘sync’…

Will Sync Stranger Things

*Yeah, it was like that, except purple, Clicky…/lights up…*

… Another ‘reality’ appears…

Will Sync Stranger Things Upside Down Reality

*/drags… Yeah, I could smell the difference, butt couldn’t see it… /stream smoke… And it was strange when JLL decoded ‘tonsils’ in his Mandela Effect investigation…*

tonsil terror.gif

… So I asked Leggy if we could reproduce his story here at the LoL. He agreed, so settle back, Dear Reader, and enjoy ‘The Imagination Virus’. Meet you for a Song at the bottom 😉

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The Imagination Virus

by H.K. Hillman

As Dale walked beside Julie, his nurse, he saw the other world again. The crisp, white hospital walls faded into the damp, mould-encrusted bricks he had come to know well. The flicker of tallow candles replaced the bright fluorescent lighting, their odour wiping out the smell of disinfectant. He didn’t want to look at Julie. He knew what he’d see; he knew how she would look to him now.

“Dale, are you all right?”

He stopped walking, the muscles in his face twisted in disgust. Julie put her hand on his shoulder.

“Dale,” she said. “What is it? Are you seeing it again?”

“Yes. It’s awful.” He couldn’t help looking at her. He shuddered at the patchy grey hair, the hunched shoulders, the sore-ridden, wasted body clad in soiled brown cloth.

She smiled, showing her few remaining teeth, black and rotting, and he could smell her graveyard breath, the breath of something that had feasted on decay. He closed his eyes, tight. “I don’t want to see this anymore,” he said. “I want to see the real world, the clean world. Not this – this monstrosity!”

Julie took his arm. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll guide you the rest of the way to the doctor’s office. It’s just a little further. The doctor will know what to do.” She led him as if he was blind, slowly moving forward until she stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Dale,” she said, “open your eyes. What do you see now?”

“I don’t need to look,” he said. “I can smell the candles, feel the damp. I know I’m still hallucinating.”

“Look anyway. For me.”

Dale opened his eyes. “I can see a doorway, in a wall of cracked plaster, showing bare bricks. A battered door is hanging in the frame and I can see light through the gaps in the boards. There’s a symbol, a cross, drawn in red on the centre of the door and some markings below it, which I can’t quite see…”

Then, abruptly, everything changed. He was facing a white-painted door with a frosted glass panel. The light showing through the panel wasn’t flickering, it was the focused light of a reading lamp. The tallow-smell had gone, replaced with the ubiquitous disinfectant smell of the hospital. He looked at Julie and smiled. “You can see the hospital now?” she said. He paused before replying, savouring her long black hair and perfect smile, the crisp white uniform that showed off her shape so well.

“Yes,” he said. “Everything is fine now. I see the door as it really is, clean and white with a frosted window.” He drew a long breath as Julie knocked, then released it slowly as she opened the door.

The doctor stood, smiling, then walked across to Dale, his hand outstretched. “Dale,” he said. “How are you today? How’s that other world of yours?”

Dale winced. These attempts at humour always sounded flippant to him, as though his condition were some kind of joke. He knew the doctor meant well, but sometimes Dale wondered if the doctor believed a word he said.

“The other world is Hell,” he said, not accepting the doctor’s handshake.

The doctor’s brow creased into a frown. “Had another visit recently?”

Dale nodded.

“Just a moment ago,” Julie said. “His hallucination is consistent, he always sees the same things in the same places. Where there’s a door, Dale sees a door, but it looks very different to him.”

The doctor looked at Dale. “And it’s always the same?” he said.

“It depends where I am,” Dale said. “It’s always the same for a particular place. It’s as if the hallucination is overlaid on reality, permanently, and sometimes I can see it.”

He thought for a moment. “You know,” he said, “I’ve been trying to remember what things were like outside. Before I came to the hospital. I can’t. I can’t even remember what I used to do or where I used to live. It’s as if I never existed outside here.” He buried his face in his hands.

“Relax, Dale,” the doctor said. “You did have a life, you know. You lived over on the West Side, alone, and you had a job. I’m afraid it wasn’t glamorous. You were a cook in a small cafe. It’s the virus. It’s affecting your brain, causing these hallucinations and amnesia about your previous life.”

“Can it be cured?”

The doctor smiled an indulgent smile. “We’re doing everything we can.”

“But can it be cured, or not? How long will I be here?”

“When you see the hospital all the time, and don’t see your Hell at all, then you’ll be ready to leave,” the doctor said. “You’re already seeing it less often. Only once today.”

“So far,” Dale said, curling his lip.

“That’s good enough,” Julie said. “The day’s nearly over.”

“That’s right,” the doctor said. “Time for Nurse Davis to take you off to bed. We’ll meet again tomorrow.”

Dale started to rise, but stopped halfway. He looked at the doctor. “Is it contagious?” he said. “It’s just that Julie – I mean Nurse Davis – and the other nurses spend a lot of time around me. Are they at risk?”

“Not at all,” the doctor said. “The virus is very hard to catch. The nurses are safe with you. Now, off to sleep with you.”

Julie led Dale back to his room. He climbed into bed, and she handed him his sleeping tablets and water. He had taken them every night without question, but tonight he felt like a change. He wanted to think, not to sleep. Dale didn’t want to offend the nurse so he put the tablets into his mouth and took the water. Instead of swallowing, he trapped both tablets between his cheek and gum, throwing the mouthful of water back as usual.

“Well done, Dale,” Julie said. After her routine of fussing with his bedclothes, she left the room, turning down the light.

Dale picked out the tablets with a finger and put them under his pillow. Sure, the staff would find them in the morning and they’d be annoyed with him, but so what? He was a patient, not a prisoner, after all. He lay back, enjoying the warm, clean sheets of the bed, and tried to remember his life before the hospital. He had been a cook, so if he could think of something, a recipe perhaps, maybe something would come back. Still trying to think, he drifted into sleep.

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He was woken by the creak of a door opening. His bed was uncomfortable and his sheets felt rough and dirty. He could hear voices, talking quietly as if to avoid waking him. He opened one eye, just a little, and saw the doctor and another man. Both were wearing rough sheets of brown cloth which were draped around them like cerements.

Both were hunched and looked malnourished, both were covered in sores and stinking of decay. Oh great, he thought, another hallucination. He closed his eye and pretended to be asleep.

The doctor was speaking. “He’s making good progress. He sees the clean world most of the time now, he only sees the decaying world intermittently.”

“Good,” the other man said. “When will he be ready?”

“A matter of days.”

“The fundamentalists haven’t found out?”

“No. As far as I know, they don’t even know about our work.”

The unknown man grunted. “We have to be careful. They have spies everywhere. They won’t approve of what we’re trying to do here, they would consider our work blasphemy. Interference with God’s punishment, or something like that.”

“I know,” the doctor said. “Our staff are carefully checked, and no visitors are allowed.”

“Very good. What about the others, are they seeing the same things?”

“Yes,” the doctor said. “The other patients all show the same hallucinations as Dale here. We’ve kept them separate so we can be sure they’re not comparing notes. They all report exactly the same visions. The virus, it seems, works the same way on everyone.”

There are others, Dale thought. Others like me, with the same virus, the same hallucinations. Dale squirmed on his bed. It felt as though he was lying on a coarse sheet laid directly on the bedframe.

“Careful,” the doctor said. “Best not wake him.” The two men left, closing the door quietly.

Dale opened one eye. All clear. He opened the other. Bare-brick walls surrounded him, lit by a single guttering candle on the far side of the room. He put a hand onto the mattress – there was no mattress! He sat up, examined the bed, and found that it was no more than a few planks of wood with a coarse blanket thrown over it. A similar blanket covered him. His pillow was a sack stuffed with straw. On an impulse, he lifted it, and saw the two sleeping tablets he had put there earlier. So they were still

there, even in his hallucination. He hoped that was a sign he was getting better, that small pieces of reality were filtering through his nightmares.

As he held the pillow, Dale noticed his arms, bare in his filthy, coarse night-shirt. His skin was grey, his muscles wasted, and red sores oozed pus that dripped onto the bed. His left hand was missing two fingers, their stumps black with infection. Feeling an itch on his right forearm, he turned his arm to look at it and screamed. A large sore had burst, purple flesh was exposed and maggots wriggled in the wound. Still screaming, he beat his arm against the bed.

The door opened and the hag he knew was really Julie came into the room, followed by the doctor. Pushing him back on the bed, the doctor held him still while Julie tried to calm him. “Think, Dale,” she said. “Think of the hospital. Try to see it.”

“Why is he awake?” the doctor said. “Didn’t he take his pills?”

“Yes. I saw him take them. Dale, come on, concentrate.”

“Maggots,” Dale said, his voice a childish whine. “In my arm. Maggots eating me.”

“No,” Julie said “Don’t see them. Look at me, Dale. You can do it.”

“Yes,” Dale said. “Hallucination. Virus. Not real.” He stopped struggling, closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. He waited until he could smell disinfectant, then opened them. Julie smiled down at him, long black hair covering part of her face. The doctor released him and stood up.

“Feeling better now?” the doctor said.

“Yes,” Dale said. “It’s gone.”

Julie was looking at him, her brow furrowed. “What happened to your pills?”

With a sheepish expression, Dale lifted his pillow and brought out the two white pills. Saying nothing, he handed them to Julie.

“I thought as much,” she said. “I’ll get you some more.” She left the room.

“You really should take the pills,” the doctor said. “We can’t have you screaming all night, you know. You have to get some rest, and so do the staff.”

“I know,” Dale said. “I haven’t done this before. I don’t think I’ll do it again.”

The doctor smiled. “With luck, you shouldn’t need to for much longer. We think you should be okay within a week.”

Dale looked up, hopeful.

“There are other patients with your virus. Some of them haven’t seen the terrible world in days. If you follow the same pattern, one more week should do it.”

“That’s great news. So I just have to hold on for a week?”

“No guarantees, but I hope so.”

Dale lay back on the bed, grinning, just as Julie returned with a plastic cup and a glass of water. “Here you are,” she said, holding out the rusted tin mug. No! Plastic cup, plastic cup, concentrate! The mug wavered, became the cup again. Dale took it and swallowed the pills even before Julie handed him the wooden goblet. Glass! Glass of water!

“It’s starting again,” Dale said.

“Don’t worry,” Julie said. “The pills will take effect in a moment.”

Dale looked into her clouded red eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke, Doreen sat beside his bed. With her red hair in a tight bun, her lips in a tight smile, she was pretty, but nowhere near as pretty as Julie. Still, at least he could see her, at least he wasn’t seeing some rag-clad monstrosity.

“Good morning, Doreen,” he said.

“So you’re awake. I’ll get your breakfast sent in,” she said, standing and walking to the door. She paused as she opened it. “I hear you refused your medication last night. I hope there’ll be no such nonsense on my shift.”

As if he would dare. “No,” he said. “I’ve learned my lesson.” He had a fleeting vision of her as a twisted, infected horror as she left. Damn, he thought, the hallucinations are strange today, flashing in and out. That hasn’t happened before. He would have to ask the doctor about that, ask if it had happened to the other patients, the ones who had recovered. An orderly brought his breakfast and he sat up to eat.

Doreen returned just as he finished. “Up you get,” she said. “The doctor wants to see you.”

Dale’s eyebrows rose. “So early? He doesn’t usually see me until the afternoon or evening.”

Doreen pulled the sheets back. “Well, today it’s the morning,” she said. “Don’t ask me, I just do what I’m told.”

Dale slipped his legs off the wooden bed and climbed into the sackcloth garment. He clutched his head. Mattress. There is a mattress. I’m wearing jeans and a shirt. He took a deep breath and followed Doreen out of the room, along the white bare brick corridor. Gloss-white paint overlaid damp, mildew-covered stone. Fluorescent lights fought tallow candles for illumination. Dale shook his head.

“What is it?” Doreen said. “More hallucinations?”

“Worse. I’m seeing both now, one on top of the other, like a double exposure.”

“We’d better hurry along to the doctor.”

Doreen propelled him along the corridor, past white-uniformed staff with faces ravaged by infection, past roughly-made wooden doors with frosted glass panels, into the doctor’s room. She hadn’t knocked. The doctor looked up, surprised.

“He’s seeing both at once,” Doreen said, guiding Dale to a chair and pressing him into it.

“Oh dear,” the doctor said. “This could be serious. You’d better get a sedative ready.” Doreen nodded and left the room.

“What?” said Dale. “What’s serious? What’s happening to me?”

The doctor frowned. “Stay calm,” he said. “It’s the virus. Your body is rejecting it, cleaning itself. How are you feeling?”

“Scared. And confused. You said I used to be a cook. I wasn’t. I remember – something. I remember a laboratory. I was a scientist, wasn’t I?”

The doctor played with a pencil then put it down abruptly. “Yes, Dale, you were.”

“I worked with viruses. This virus. I was infected. What was it, an accident?”

The doctor stood, his crisply-ironed sackcloth flashing white, then brown, his strong, wasted frame striding, limping, to the window. “It wasn’t an accident.”

“What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t an accident, Dale. You infected yourself deliberately.” The doctor turned to face him. “You infected the others first, then yourself.”

“No!” Dale stood, knocking over the wooden box he had been sitting on. “No. You’re lying.” His hands bunched into fists as he faced the doctor, then he felt a sharp pain in his back. Turning, he saw Doreen holding a syringe, her red hair becoming a mottled grey as his consciousness fled.

He could smell iodine. Forcing his eyes open, he saw that he was lying on straw, damp and foetid, in a bare room. With a groan, he stood and walked to the door. It was barred from the outside. “Hey,” Dale shouted, banging on the door. “Let me out.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” The doctor’s voice came through the door.

“Doctor? Is that you?” Dale paused. “I remember. You’re Simon.” He spoke slowly, dragging the words from the deepest pits of his memory. “Doctor Simon Morgan.”

“Yes, Dale, it’s me.” The voice wavered.

“You’re my brother.” Dale leaned against the door. “You didn’t tell me.”

“It would have interfered with your treatment. Your memories have to recover on their own.”

“Why am I locked up like this?”

“For your own safety.” The last word was choked off by a sob.

Dale could still smell iodine. He looked at his arms. They were thin and grey, the red welts oozing pus. The wound on his right arm, which had been full of maggots, had been cleaned and was stained yellow. That was where the iodine smell was coming from. Why had they treated it? It wasn’t real. He banged on the door again.

“Let me out, Simon,” he said, “I’m hallucinating again.”

There was a long silence. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am. I’m covered in sores and this room is vile. There’s only stinking straw to sleep on.”

Another long silence. “It’s not an hallucination, Dale. This is the real world.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. This is the rotten world of my hallucination. The virus—”

“The virus causes illusion and forgetfulness. Those infected don’t see the real world any more, and don’t remember it. They see the world as it was before the war.”

“What war?” There had been a war, he remembered vaguely.

“The final war. The chemical and biological weapons war. You were working on antidotes for the weapons, but you were too late. The war took us all by surprise. So you worked on a new virus. This one.”

“Yes, yes, I know. The hallucinations are all my fault. I need help now, Simon. I’m stuck in my hallucination.”

“No, Dale, you’ve lost your hallucination. Your body has rejected the virus, so you don’t have hallucinations any more. You’ll start remembering more soon.”

“What do you mean?”

There was a deep sigh from the other side of the door. “This is it, Dale. This is reality. The war killed most people and those few of us who survived are dying slowly, hideously deformed by the weapons that were used. Your virus is our only hope. It won’t cure us but it gives the illusion of normality, of cleanliness, of life before the war. The other patients are fine, they believe they’re in a clean, wonderful hospital in a beautiful world. We’ll begin injecting more people with the virus soon.”

“What about me? Why not just inject me again?”

“It won’t work, Dale. You’re immune now. The virus won’t work on you.”

Dale slumped against the door. “So what next?”

“Soon we’ll all be seeing the clean world of your hallucination. Thanks to you, your work, your virus, we’ll all be able to enjoy life again. Oh, life will still be short, but it’ll be better.”

“You mean everyone will see the illusion of a clean reality.”

“Yes. Well, almost everyone.”

“Almost?”

“Everyone but you, Dale. Everyone but you. That’s why I’ve hidden you here, to stop the authorities killing you as they did the others. Those who the virus failed to infect. I can never let you out. You represent too great a risk, the risk of remembrance.”

Dale sank to the floor, sobbing, as his brother’s footsteps echoed among the drips from the damp walls.

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fearcover

*That’s a cracking collection of short stories, Clicky… /smokes… sum times I fink the man’s on a nuvver plane…*

Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

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…*