Having a fascination with ‘signs’ and ‘syncs‘, I was interested to see, just how far the UK had “sunk”, so I clicked and started to read…
‘ROLLING Stones guitarist Keith Richards proved he’s still got plenty of puff left — after being given permission to smoke on stage.
‘The 74-year-old rocker was seen having a crafty cigarette during the band’s show in London this week — aptly called their No Filter tour.
‘He was cheered by the crowd of 70,000 at The London Stadium in Stratford as he lit up, flouting the strict no smoking rule.’
*/thinks and smokes… 70,000 people applauding the lighting of a cigarette, against the rules? In a stadium, Clicky, some believe hosted a magikal ceremony… /smokes and thinks… I wonder if the magik was intended as a one-off thing, or if the potential lingers longer than anticipated?*
*Butt then aren’t we all born a bit slippy, Clicky? …/blows smoke rings…*
The next bit of the article I found particularly interesting, Dear Reader – the Local Authority expounds on the issue…
‘But Newham Council said it would not be taking any action because smoking was part of the act. ‘Smoking on stage is permitted “where the artistic integrity of a performance makes it appropriate for a person to smoke”, therefore no action will be taken,’ it added.’
*As You Like it… /final drag… Underworld may have directed the music but Shake Sphere’s Tempest formed the basis of that magikal ceremony in 2012, Clicky… /fills air with smoke… And he’s still going…*
*Smoking is an art, Clicky… /stubs butt… Sonnet 6+6+6… Ya Ken?*
Time for a Song, Dear Reader. Enjoy rest rest of Whitsun ❤
*Really, Clicky? I’d have had money on you going with a Stones Song…*
At last, Dear Reader, the Underdog Anthology V is published…
*Knot a graphic novel, Clicky… /streams smoke… Short stories, many authors…*
… I’d been speculating with Leggy late on Friday as to the date it might appear…
… The first ‘event’ listed in the Wiki link – ‘The Year of SIX Emperors’…
*Five pointed star! I was thinking of The Okie Devil of Textus… /flicks ash… Cade’s got stories in the book. I didn’t even think of that, Clicky… /pats snout… What did I list next?*
*Ugh, ghastly biscuits, Clicky… /sticks out tongue in disgust… It was bad enough smelling them being made, walking past the the Peeky Freaky factory, twice a day… /flicks lighter… Snot my taste… /lights up…*
This week, Dear Reader, I have been introducing Cade to Doctor Who. He’s a Who Noob…
*Knot anymore he ain’t, Clicky… /snickers…*
… And last night I also introduced him to the the Noble Donna…
*Martha was the night before, Clicky… /drags… And Rose and Captain Jack at the weekend… /streams smoke…*
*No River Song is tonight, Clicky… /puffs contentedly…*
“If you ever see a little blue box, flying up in the sky, you shout for me Gramps.”
Thoughtful Man and I had a blue box experience today, Dear Reader…
*/puffs angrily… Is there nuffin the bint won’t do to get out of Brexit, Clicky? /flicks ash… Don’t answer…*
Because I work on the 13th floor of the Tower, and because I have to take at least 20 minutes for lunch for my ‘health and safety’ – my time is flexible; I can bank the rest – I take one cigarette to work with me each day. Carried in a salvaged, old-style box. Today’s was a Mayfair box…
“You’ll never guess what happened at lunch today,” I told Thoughtful Man, shrugging off my coat, after he’d brought me home from work. He’s thoughtful like that. “I gave my cigarette to a tramp.”
Thoughtful Man squinted hard, the way he does when I mention I’ve given something away. Or interacted with tramps. I have form…
*That’s another story, Clicky… /final drag… Now don’t interrupt… /stubs butt… I’m tryin’ to fiction-all-lies an actual factual happening… /blows smoke rings…*
“Why?” he asked bluntly.
“Because she asked me for it,” I said innocently, slipping out of my work shoes and rolling down my tights. The first thing I do when I get home is strip off my work clothes. The change from formal to informal is one of the little pleasures I take from my day.
Thoughtful Man’s squint soften slightly. “She?”
“Yes. I saw her in the lobby of Tower as I was going out to smoke. Didn’t think anything of it ‘cos we get all sorts coming in everyday,” I said, pulled my dress up over my head. “Anyway, I went and sat in my usual place on the window ledge, round the side of the building. It’s less windy.”
Thoughtful Man was silent but I just knew what he was thinking…
*I’ll get there, if you stop interrupting me! …/huffs…*
I pulled on some jogging bottoms and Thoughtful Man’s old, raggedy sweatshirt. “And I’d nearly finished smoking my cigarette, when the lady tramp ambles round the corner. She was holding up a bottle of perfume.”
“Perfume?” Thoughtful Man interrupted me. “Like she was going to mace you?”
“Yeah. Do you know her?”
Thoughtful Man sighed; he encounters all sorts every day too driving his taxi round the mean streets of our town. “She’s completely fucking mad. I saw her today as well, when I was standing on the rank.”
I plonked myself in my Library chair and lit up a cigarette. “She didn’t spray me or anything. She asked me for a cigarette. I only had the one and I’d nearly finished smoking it. I said ‘Sorry’ and showed her the empty Mayfair box.”
“What did she say?”
I grabbed our small dog, who’d been buzzing round my feet, trying to lick my ankles. “She asked me for the one I was smoking. So I gave it to her.” I ruffed Poppy’s floppy ears and she gave me a smelly, wet, licky kiss in return. “And then she asked me for the empty packet.”
Thoughtful Man stiffened. “Did you give it to her?”
“Well yeah. I’ve got other empty boxes saved.” Oh how I hate the god-awful plain packaging government has foisted on us.
Poppy jumped off my lap and trotted over to Thoughtful Man, who picked her up for a tummy tickle. “I must have seen her after you did because, when she walked past me, she threw an empty Mayfair box at my feet.”
“Really?” I asked with a squint. I didn’t know whether to be amazed at her aim or annoyed that she’d dumped my little, blue box. “Did you pick it up?”
“No.” Thoughtful Man looked aghast. “She’d screwed it up.”
“Damn!”
*Shit! …/clocks time… I’ve got a double-bill planned for Cade tonight. We’d better finish up, Clicky… /pats snout… Still, no work tomorrow, eh? Come on flexible time!*
Cade has very kindly been listening to the most recent John Lamb Lash talks with me, Dear Reader. His missive, below, was written and emailed to me shortly before we started listening to the latest talk, last night…
*Participation and spiders, Clicky… /lights up… Both the JLL talk and the missive concern participation and spiders… /drags… And Cade’s blog post yesterday morning mentions ‘Tension‘…*
*/screams and drops cig… You fucking bastard, Clicky!! …/scrambles round for lit fag… Don’t scare the shit out of me like that… /brushes off ASH… You utter bastard!*
*Yeah you better run… swim… whatever… /resumes smoking to calm nerves…*
I’ll, um, see you at the bottom, Dear Reader. Enjoy!
*******
I would greet you fucks…but I’m not going to. I just heard a really funny story about yoga balls, and I’m far too wrapped up in that story to say hello to you or anyone else.
Go away.
^R. Stevie Moore – I Like To Stay Home (1986)^
Maybe this bit below is why we fail our fellow humans…
(lolz...bit below...lolz)
Male coin spiders only have sex once. After mating, they chew off their own genitals.
With respect to the above, the first thing that has popped into my head while writing this is “hit it and forget it”…but prolly not for the reason(s) you might think.
^Juan Wauters – Woke Up Feeling Like Sleeping^
I was thinking about finding new species. We find something, observe it a bit, make some notes about our observations, maybe draw some pictures, and maybe capture or even kill this one of a kind new something so we can drag its remains back to some group for them to have to a look at it too. We then get proclamations and some accolades, or perhaps are even met with skepticism and are denied those things.
No wonder we are so shitty to each other...eh?
We find something completely new and completely unique, then we treat it like there are plenty more where that came from. What if the one you found, was the only one there was? Would you treat that something any differently?
^Clio – Faces (1985)^
I guess the same could be said about studying existing species of life on this planet. We observe for changes by ripping some something’s gut out, make some observations, note significances, then remark about how we – and what we’re doing as a species – is causing changes or damage in other species.
YA THINK?!?!?!?
You just ripped that poor animal to shreds!!!
Killed it in cold blood!!!
I smell something fishy lurking in the shadows, and it’s not just and only Newton’s 3rd.
^Fugazi-Waiting room^
Maybe this spider knows that no other gal will ever be good enough for them.
Maybe they chew their dick off because they are/were being observed.
Maybe it’s because they are in captivity.
Are they in captivity?
Maybe there is some other purpose(s). Fucking ain’t just and only about fucking, any more than it is about just and only procreation.
Seems to be more going on there.
Are we being good observers? More than that…
Are we being good participants?
I can answer these questions…can you? Maybe some of the answers I can provide may be more questions…but since when can questions not be answers? If I answer more questions with answers, than with questions, I may not be thinking of you and your own situation. I may not be custom tailoring my answers for you and only you. There are situational considerations to be made as well.
Isn’t there a story about a guy wandering in the wilderness searching for a master, who unknowingly keeps bumping into God on his travels, but each time they meet, the guy always gives the wrong greeting and/or salutation?
I think there is some short discussion that occurs as to religion that transpires, and perhaps something about the wandering guy bouncing from religion to religion because he is not finding what he is looking for. The undertone being: maybe what you are searching for is also searching for you, maybe even that you’ve already found each other, and that’s there’s a “getting to know each other” process that goes on.
Afterall, the student chooses the master as much as the master chooses the student.
I dunno…maybe I just made all that shit up. I’d hate to claim it as my own if I didn’t make it up tho. I’ve read a lot of shit in my time. Prolly another reason I’m hesitant in writing fiction. Tough to find your own way when you are loaded down with information and data from sources of all kinds.
^the flowers – after dark^
Anyone else use Twitter? I saw a Tweet today where someone was supposedly looking for their grandparents that had gone missing after a flood.
@SantaBarbaraCC I'm looking for my grandparents, James and Alice Mitchell. Their residence was at 319 Hot Springs Rd and the home was destroyed. I'm hoping someone out there has seen them in the evacuation shelters and can give us some info. #CAStorm#Montecito#MontecitoFloodpic.twitter.com/lSzRP2MAE3
I saw another Tweet recently, where some dude was looking for his lost roommate that had been missing for some time. I can’t find that one, but that’s the basics of the Tweet.
Um...isn't this kinda dangerous?
Lot’s of ways for shit to go wrong here. Lot’s of people that disappear because they choose to do so, and there is all kinds of nosiness that can completely fuck that up. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. But this makes me think of just and only…justice.
Q: Does the legal system(s) where you live work perfectly all the time?
A: How do you know?
What a slippery slope we sometimes find ourselves on. We like our closure(s).
^kate fagan i don’t wanna be too cool^
We need a prosecution and defense in order to forward our agenda(s). We need expert analysis and analysts. We need every detail picked apart, so we can get rid of the shit that doesn’t serve our purpose(s), and bolster the shit that does.
But as I write this, I wonder about the same with respect to honesty in writing. Is it necessary to be dishonest when writing fiction? THAT’Sa concept I had not pondered previously, and now that I am thinking about it, it’s causing me a bit of distress.
If I start getting hung up on precepts, I can’t tell my story. And that’s all I’m trying to do, is tell a story. Several stories actually. All fictional, of course, but also very real. Trying to be as mindful as I can, and that’s all I can do.
/me shrugs
^BEACH HOUSE // Space Song^
Life treating you OK today?
Good.
Yes…I realize that I just assumed your mood, and I should be punished accordingly. But irrespective of whether you are feeling rotten or good, maybe sending some good thoughts a certain woman and her daughter’s way will help you out. I read a Tweet where a woman’s daughter is having some issues, and the woman is having issues with the hospital in trying to get some treatment for her daughter.
Always sucks to hear about someone in distress, and I myself can do nothing to help. So, I do what I can. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give.
^Gregory Isaacs – Something Nice^
Been thinking about the assumptions that we make about people based on certain criteria, and how that can hurt relationships.
EX: If you are getting all of your relationship advice from your best friend, and your best friend has hated your bf/gf from the moment you met them, how reliable is that advice counted on to be? Do you think that someone would try to intentionally steer you towards or away from certain things that might make the situation worse?
Not that much of a stretch really. When you are counting on navigational information from someone else, and you are the one that is actually steering the ship, you’ve got several relationships to consider there, and not justand only the one you are asking for advice about. I mean, you are the one that is steering the ship, but the ship being steered is you and your life.
Just thinking out loud.
^BAD BRAINS – ‘I Against I’^
I just saw an image that said “Key Of Solomon Deciphered”…yeah…that thing above.
So…what are you gonna do now? You gonna kick God in the balls, take his shit and run?
rofl
Seriously…what’s your plan? Or are you expecting Heaven to descend, and knowledge and riches to be bestowed thusly upon thee because of thine supa-smartz? Cause I’m kinda thinking, that any time that “Now what?” cannot be answered by you, yeah…someone is gonna answer it for you.
If you’ve not figured out, that some mysteries are created as “busy-work” to, if for no other reason, keep you out of trouble, you may not be as smart as you think you are.
Meaning: Yeah. Some mysteries are solved for the sake of solving them, and nothing more.
But you gotta keep that in context. Some mysteries are there just for the ride. For the thrill. Just like amusement park rides. And with respect to amusement park rides, the smaller and less intense rides gets us more comfortable for the bigger and more intense rides
...right?
Or have we already forgotten some context?
^Ariel Pink – Put Your Number In My Phone (Official Video)^
Been watching a lot of roller coaster vids recently, and some of these vids are really amazing. The rides that they are coming up with are nuckin’ futz. That said, there was one where the guy was reviewing his “Top 10 Worst Coasters” and it got me to thinking about focusing on just and only “big stuff” and “intense stuff” and “new stuff” and the like.
As he started knocking on “old” roller coasters, it got me to thinking about paying homage. Surviving the rough rides in order to figure out how to get to the smoother ones. But it also got me to thinking about “going back”. When I go to my local amusement park, which is Six Flags Over Texas, I always ride “the old rides”.
The seats are uncomfortable, the ride is rough, it’s clunky, it’s jerky, it smooths out here and there, then it does all that shit over again. It was one of the first “steel roller coasters” in the world. Compared to the wooden roller coasters of the time, it was smooth as glass, but that comparative shit gets old quick. You start comparing stuff to everything else, eventually everything loses it’s own flavor, and you are left with nothing but a bland bitterness that eventually itself degrades to null.
Nothing.
Not even bitter nor bland…just…nothing.
^John Maus – Believer (Official Video)^
Wanna take a ride?
^Official Runaway Mine Train POV at Six Flags Over Texas^
Maybe we sometimes get lost when “coming up”. We focus on the prize and forget the ride that got us there. Prolly why amusement parks team up games of chance along with thrill rides. It helps to better make the distinction of when and where chance is on your side, and when and where chance has been almost completely eliminated.
Amusement Park Games – Your chances of winning are just about null.
Hence, chance is on your side.
Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of dying are just about null.
Hence, chance is not on your side.
Amusement Park Games – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.
Amusement Park Rides – Your chances of having fun are just about assured.
Your participation is required of course. Choosing not to participate is as valid of a choice as any.
❤
^Ariel Pink – Another Weekend [Official Video]^
When presented with a problem, the implication is that there is also an accompanying solution. That could be anything and everything from trying to find it, to not trying to find it. When and how we get our own satisfaction is dependent on us. No one and nothing is perfect. But that allows us the freedom, motivation(s) and mobility to seek perfection.
How ironic...eh?
Attempting to find the solution may be the solution.
Not attempting to find the solution may be the solution.
Me trying to write may be a lost cause. 😐
^Official Titan POV at Six Flags Over Texas^
Did you watch the video above? Did you notice how fast the ground is coming at you on the diving hills? The top speed of this ride, The Titan, is reportedly 85 miles per hour, which is 136.794 kilometers per hour. So, if you want to watch it again, and pay attention maybe to some of the stuff that’s on the ground, and how quickly those objects go from tiny, to not very tiny at all, consider that you are traveling roughly 85mph/137kph. Then consider this…
Imagine how fast shit would be happening if you were traveling at 450mph/724kph.
Shit will start happening even faster once you slow down.
Why? Because now we have not only some context, but we’ve got context with contrast.
Have you ever traveled at 450 miles per hour?
Have you ever traveled at 724 kilometers per hour?
Really?
What did you have for contrast?
Just and only…say…a clock?
Or did you have a clock, and maybe…a map?
Were you on/in an airplane?
Do you know how fast you were going when you took off?
Do you know how fast you were going when you landed?
Did shit ever kinda get…blurry?
^Judas Priest – Troubleshooter^
I don’t make myself ride the old rides…but yeah…I kinda do. Try to anyway. Fun is fun. That said, when we forget, maybe giving something a re-whirl will jog some memories that we’ve forgotten. May remind us of some stuff that we tried to remember, but forgot. It your judgement. Exercise it accordingly.
^R. Stevie Moore & Ariel Pink – SteviePink Javascript (2001)^
Sew there you go – last night’s synchromystic fugue through the medium of selfies. Not sure about Lashy’s killing spell, butt… I guess we’ll find out… In the meantime, c/o Cade’s birthday post for his daughter… 18 today 😀
So I was fucking about on the internet yesterday evening, playing games, listening to music and chatting with friends when I noticed that John Lamb Lash had posted another of his Mythophrenia in Action talks…
*/shakes lighter… Clicky… /flicks lighter… you’re gonna have make my Yew-Tube history screenshot bigger… /lights up…*
It’s primary topic is the Diamond Sow and those that eschew pigs and pork…
Right at the start, just before hitting the 2 minute mark, Lashy gives an example of a totem animal that could be considered taboo to eat by a tribal shaman…
‘She wears the five-skull crown, a necklace of skulls, and she drinks blood from a skull-cup. The act of blood-drinking performed by the Tantric tutelary goddesses cannot be confounded with the vampiric blood-drinking ritual of the Xenosh — perpetrated literally in JRM and celebrated symbolically in the Catholic Mass.
‘In the imagery of Gaian Tantra, drinking blood from a skull-cup refers to the action of chemical osmosis across the blood-brain barrier, which is the condition for absorption of dakini elixirs, or wisdom elixirs: instruction that runs on neurochemical pathways.
‘Mastery of mythophrenia is also called mantique, the technique of self-knowledge through divination. The adjective is mantic. I propose that mantique and mantic can replace the terms “spirituality” and “spiritual” which are insipid and obsolete.
*/looks at fingers… Mine ain’t that bad, Clicky… /stubs butt… The amber stain… /throaty chuckle…*
*That’s an idea! Perhaps women should try doing that in Sweden, Clicky …/lights up…*
I have cold, Dear Reader, and eyes, nose and other bits are streaming…
*/sniffs and splutters… Whatever, Clicky… /hawks and spits… Take the piss… /coughs and pees… Oh fuck!*
The Okie Devil of Text US has kindly sent a missive to cheer me up, and it is presented for you, below. I had fun last night taking photos for a ’12 days of Christmas’ idea he had, the results of which can be seen here…
*/smiles… That was weird this morning. The Slogmeister must have been working on that story at the same time Cade was writing his Smiley tutorial yesterday…*
*And a minute after tweeting it out the short story, Old Holborn’s telly recommendation appears in my Twitterfeed! …/blows nose… Fucking weird!*
Anyhoo… Tuck in and enjoy the missive, Dear Reader. I’ll see you at the… at the…
… Bottom.
*******
Hi.
This mess.
Welcome to it.
Yep…it’s gonna be one.
A mess.
But I’ve not wrote it yet.
How do I know it’s gonna be a mess?
Let’s find out!!!
OH!!! It’s Sunday December 17th of 2017!!!
Everyone ready for Christmas?
Me either
Happy early birthday sis.
❤
^High Contrast – Days go by^
Off the top of my head, I can think of at least three things that I want to talk about/write about. Therefore, I personally think that it’s safe to assume that this will…in fact…be a mess. I guess that I could bullet-point the three things that I want to talk about, but I don’t do that.
Snot how I roll.
It’s highly possible, that as I write, I won’t get to a single one of these three things that I am currently thinking of writing about. It’s possible that I’ll get to some, and not others.
Let's me flow.
Rationalize. Irrationalize. Ponder. Even sometimes, if not most of the time, write without thinking. Might this not seem tedious to the reader? Maybe. But I like to think that my writing is more conversational. I used to do the same in my music and poetry, but was never really able to translate that to any of my writing.
1. Think about whatever I am thinking about.
2. Remove the participants.
3. Think of someone that doesn’t exist.
4. Let it fly.
Yep…take a “real life” something, remove the people involved, create someone fictional to project my thoughts upon, turn my feelings loose. Write about nothing in particular, to no one in particular, about something specific. That’s not always the case tho. Much of the time, I try and weave in similar and/or dissimilar stuff when and where it seems to fit. Especially when shit don’t fit at all.
It’s OK to be clever. It’s not OK to be disingenuous.
To relate, there was a Tweet I saw this morning, which I cannot now find, but it was about the EU/UK fishing regulations. Specifically, that UK fishermen are required to go out at least 10 miles from the UK before fishing, but EU boats were allowed to fish within 3 miles of UK shores.
There were several other “Brexit” related Tweets that also appeared on my Twitter feed for some reason, and they aren’t showing up now. Stay with me. One of these Tweets, and I’m pretty sure it was the fishing one, made the comment to the effect that:
“The EU teaches under the banner of…do it like this, or else.”
Welp…it got me to thinking of the opposite. Who teaches under the banner of “do it like this, or whatever”? EVERYTHING is “do it like this, or else.” And speaking of teaching, if nothing else, I am trying to be more mindful of punctuation with respect to quotation marks. I digress.
^Black Sun Empire & State of Mind – Until The World Ends^
So yeah…
Q: How do we learn?
A: Accountability?
12 years old
(a boy becomes a man)
16 years old
(a teenager can drive)
18 years old
(a teenager is now an adult in some ways, and not so much in others)
21 years old
(a human being can now drink booze and smoke fags and shit like that)
Where are we getting this shit from? IQ tests? Personality tests? Sexuality tests? Seems to be some testing going on.
‘Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.’
Psalm 51:5
‘Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.’
Acts 17:31
Pick and choose.
Pick Can Choose.
Pecan Shoes.
Fuckit…I dunno.
/me shrugs
^Andy C & Fiora – Heartbeat Loud (Andy C VIP) (Official Video)^
Now that we’ve covered a bunch of shit that I wasn’t thinking about prior to starting writing, I guess we can get to one of the things I was thinking about prior to starting writing.
I was cruising a certain blog last night, and there was a comment someone had made on a certain article, and this comment was to the effect of “if you could step outside yourself, and see what others see, what would you see?” or “how would you see yourself?” or something like that.
What immediately popped into my head was the removal of self, from self, to see self.
!?!! ó¿ó !!?!
Yeah…weird. Such an act, seemed more a fascination with yourself via how others see yourself. To me anyway, that’s more of a physical thing. Others only know your physical self, and those bits of ourselves that we choose to share. Only you know you. I would phrase the previous as “only you know the real you”…and there is some truth to that, but others can, and do, get to know us just fine sometimes.
That’s your choice as much as anyone that you interact with. But that knowing only covers the spans in time that it does. Yes…people can and do, change. You prolly just weren’t there to see it. So yeah…again…how do we learn? I dunno. Figure it out your own fucking self?
^THE PROTOTYPES – LIGHTS^
There’s a future out there. We are connected to it. But I was thinking last night heavily along the lines of teaching, and how we allow others to learn via more than rod, lash and regulation. I mean, why punch someone in the face to get them to do what you want, when a simple request will suffice?
Is the answer…standardization? If a punch to the face works here, it’s prolly gonna work there. I don’t like being punched nor punching. There’s gotta be a better way.
^[x] – Rx – Stage 2^
I think a lot about how I would teach someone who knows more than I do. Sound ridiculous? Welp, you must lead a charmed life, because I’ve found that I am CONSTANTLY having to teach smart motherfuckers why they are so damn dumb. I think there is a relating aspect that goes along with that thought, so if you apply some thinking to what it is to relate via multiple channels at the same time, maybe my calling smart fucks “dumbasses” will make a little more sense.
EX: Judge Brainiac McPurity has been practicing law for 40 years. Cade F.O.N Apollyon has never practiced law at all, but he does have an interest in it.
Q: What is our first, and only connection?
A: Law?
If me and Judge Brainiac McPurity ever meet, does that imply that it’s only because Cade has broken the law and now stands in front of Judge McPurity?
Really? You sure?
What if I bump into Judge McPurity while standing in line/on queue at McDonald’s because both of us are having simultaneous Big Mac Attacks? What if, while we both wait to get our McDonald’s on, we just so happen to start chatting? What if that conversation somehow turns to law?
^The Temptations – Law Of The Land^
I mean, I once bumped into a 2-Star Air Force General at the DMV in Virginia. In that instance, we were just two plain-ol’ people…both of us currently at the mercy of the Virginia Department of Motor Vehicles.
There’s always an equality.
You just gotta find it.
Just know, that this equality, is quite fragile.
Handle with care.
Just a friendly suggestion.
^Andy C – Haunting^
Someone just Tweeted this nonsense, so let’s take a voyeuristic peek up the skirt of…whatever this is.
I actually saw this elsewhere with respect to some FCC or other bullshit where there were certain words that were being banned, and that also was relegated to the “Orwellian” realm(s). But I gotta question something here…
Q: Isn’t relegation, acting doing the very same thing you are bitching about others doing?
A: !!!
Relegation. Classification. There’s a nested need to know there. Like my using “bitching” above. Did I used that because the author of the story is a woman? Did I use it because the person that Tweeted the story is also a woman? Does it matter that I caught these distinctions when first using that term in writing the sentence, yet used that parlance anyway?
I don’t see women as bitches nor do I classify a woman complaining as “bitching”. So why did I use that word, even tho I caught it?
Well, I ain’t trying to get laid, and I ain’t trying to not get laid, and I ain’t trying to make friends, nor am I trying to not make friends. I’m just writing. If I spend all my time in the “editorial” area of writing, I should prolly stop writing and become an editor. That’s just my thinking tho. That said, isn’t that what Winston did? In the book “1984” weren’t Winston and his co-workers nothing more than editors with a dash of wordsmithing? Wordsmithing using certain sieves produces certain results. One would certainly think so anyway.
That said, I wonder if sieves can go both ways with respect to channeling? One way narrows, the other…erm…prolly sounds like a horn.
So last night, I babbled a bit on my own blog about a documentary that I saw earlier in the week. This documentary was a Vice News piece on “Targeted Individuals”, and there were several things that really stood out to me. One of them being, the many things that stood out to me.
I guess in thinking about it now, if we really are nothing more than bags of goop, that are capable of nothing more than a bunch of chemical/electrical impulses…we’re already in deep shit…eh?
^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids^
That makes me think of this “Archons” group that RooBeeDoo has mentioned to me via her listening to some dude named John Lamb Lash. I’ve only listened to one of his talks, but the one that I listened to was interesting. Anyway, I’ve been pondering “symbiosis” for a while with respect to life, and Roob recently added something to my vocabulary that has given me pause.
We don’t do well with “gentle”…do we? We can handle the kick, the slap, the punch…but not the gentle. We’ve no fucking clue what to do with it. It’s like…the slap we weren’t expecting. Quite poignant…eh?
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about bacteria, and these “reprogramming” aspects of bacteria that seem so scary and shocking with respect to “a bacteria reprogramming our bodies to do this or that” or “require this or that”. Prolly why viruses come in so handy. They do the same shit, they just do it a shade differently, and we tend to ALWAYS assume that this and these actions via a virus is malevolent.
But we get confused as shit with respect to bacteria. We label some as good, some as bad, yet we somehow need both to survive. It’s confusing as shit to me, because I’ve always been told that too much of a good thing is a bad thing.
Derp.
^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^
Just thinking, that if certain “DNA Programming” types bother you, and others do not, you might wanna get comfortable with both. It’s always been my understanding that basically, that’s all a virus is. A piece of genetic code, that does nothing but reprogram other codes. I think that we are eventually going to find out different, and that there is something really interesting and frightening to be found within the cores of viruses…but that’s just me.
That said, there sure is a lot of motion going on with all of this programming and reprogramming. I mean…that’s what we are eventually after, right? Time? Isn’t that what we are really chasing via any and all means? How to stop it. How to start it. How to prolong it. How to cease it.
Woah…that last one sounds…scary…eh?
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^
Anyway, that “Archons” bit that Roob recently mentioned to me rang a bell with respect to a book that I once read called “Waiting For The Galactic Bus”, and our talks this week made me think of a book called “Day Of The Cheetah”.
In the first book, the “entities” are “pure energy”. In the second book, the aircraft is mind-controlled via manipulating oneself between a sleep/wake state and the human/computer interface via alpha and beta waves.
Just want to mention, that I am of the opinion “delta” is going to get you nowhere…fast. There are many turns to a screw. Many threads.
Meh…that shit can get confusing. We should prolly wait for the experts to figure it all out, then we can just accept what they say as gospel, comply, and apply. Asdirected, when directed of course.
^The Prototypes – Moscow^
So that there is called “SoPi Zero”.
It’s simply a way for me to get my head around Pi in certain instances, and keep my head from getting wrapped around Pi in other instances. There are some parabolas nested in there, but I’ve not added them yet. Lots’ of curved space and curving spaces. But I guess the biggie is that I see decimals a shade different than most do.
A “part” is still a whole, in and of itself. Many parts, that are wholes, than can and do sometimes assemble to make entirely new wholes. But there is a divisive nature to separations of all kinds, and yet, there is still a nested bond contained within certain divides. Doors that remain open, even tho they appear closed. I mean…that’s what separation is…right? A divide? A span that cannot be bridged. What have we forgotten? Time.
JMO
BTW, the colors are important in that image. Just sayin’.
^Rusko – Somebody To Love (Sigma Remix)^
So that there is called “Cosmic Corridor 03”.
That’s just a way for me to get my head wrapped around a nested method of travel in which both Newtonian and non-Newtonian motion will appear to coexist at some points, and be either one or the other at other points.
If you think of the grey thing as a space ship, and the black think as a planet, the ship is basically entering on a trajectory that should dictate that the ship will enter the planet’s atmosphere.
However, it won't.
It’s going to appear to stop, hover, and eventually start traveling in ways that make no sense whatsoever. Eventually, it’s going to “rocket-away” at what appears to be ridiculous speeds along an impossible trajectory path. But a straight line is likely going to be surrounded by all kinds of bends, folds, and perhaps even energies that seem to warp and/or are warping. Prolly gonna be a lot of difficulty in determining what is wave, and what is particle. But basically, this is how I see matter as being able to maintain inertia, speed and velocity, all while appearing to lose all of those.
Lots of angles and angling to consider there, but just keep in mind, that 0° is also an angle.
😉
^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^
My intension(s)? I didn’t realize that my announcing my own intentions was requisite. Especially if you are simply going to use my response to further doubt whatever it is that I tell you. Thinking like that can certainly put a strain on a relationship. Why someone cannot be comfortable with my discomfort is understandable, but at the same time, it’s kinda confusing. Sometimes even disheartening. I can see the parallels someone might draw with someone becoming comfortable with someone else’s discomfort, but that’s not really what I’m talking about.
Ironic that I need to talk about just that.
I’m uncomfortable with most nomenclatures. I’ve no problem with nomenclatures. Sound contradictory? Welp, if you are male, and someone calls you a sissy or fairy or says you sing like a girl…is that not also contradictory? You can slap virtually any label on any thing…that doesn’t make it applicable. Some ominous warning on a cigarette carton isn’t going to give you cancer, but it certainly may scare the shit out of you.
I need to go.
^Sub Focus – Timewarp^
Welp, I got to two of the three items I was thinking about prior to staring this bullshit. At this point, I can’t even remember what that third thing was. But…it’ll come to me. I gotta go make some soup.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
Off the top of my head, I can think of at least three things that I want to talk about/write about. Therefore, I personally think that it’s safe to assume that this will…in fact…be a mess. I guess that I could bullet-point the three things that I want to talk about, but I don’t do that.
