Story Time: Fountainhead

Dear Reader, prompted by a convo in Merovee comments about rabbits and bad hair days, I’ve decided to post my story from Underdog Anthology IX: Well Haunted

*Thanks, Clicky… /pats snout… I’ll format the story and you go get a Song for the end…*

… called ‘Fountainhead’. I was saving it to post for Halloween, but I’ll post ‘What Time Do You Finish?’ from Underdog Anthology XII then instead 😀

Enjoy! ❤

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Fountainhead

by Roo B. Doo

“Okay, Thom?” Jess placed on her hands on Thom’s shoulders, and gave them a friendly squeeze. “You still want to do this?” she asked him, addressing the brightly lit mirror before them.

Thom studied the reflection of the woman standing behind him. With silver hair, thickly plaited, and intricate henna designs adorning both her arms from wrists to biceps, Jess was an odd mixture of old and young. He nodded slowly before leaning his head back, to look up directly into her wrinkled face and sparkling eyes. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

“Alright then,” Jess said with a smile. She pushed Thom’s head forward playfully, and looked down at the shaved skin she’d created near the crown of his head. She tenderly caressed it’s smoothness with her gloved fingertips before swooping down to lightly kiss it.

“Hey, is that part of the ritual?” Thom asked. “Doesn’t seem very hygienic.”

“Yes and no, it’s not.” Jess took the bottle of Povidone-Iodine from the trolley beside her and quickly swabbed the pale patch on Thom’s head, turning it umber. “But this stuff tastes disgusting.”

Thom’s reflection stared hard at her from the mirror.

“Seriously, Thom. Dis. Gus. Sting.” Jess laughed jovially. “Trust me, I’ve kissed all the ones I’ve done before,” she said with a shrug. “They all turned out okay. Please, grant me a little superstition. It is Halloween.”

“Okay, Jess. I trust you,” Thom replied. He watched her pick up a scalpel, but his eyes lingered on the electric drill that lay passively on top of the trolley.

“Thank you.” Jess placed the scalpel blade against the orange patch of skin beneath her gaze. “Now, this may hurt.”

Thom’s hands tightened their grip on the armrests of his chair, hidden beneath the heavy, flowing cape that Jess had made him wear. “No problem.”

***

Thom Lusher’s headache had been with him for as long as he could remember. It had taken up residence in his skull during childhood, whilst Thom watched his mother die of cancer, and squatted on throughout adolescence, as Thom’s father attempted to drown himself in vodka. The nagging, low throb was a constant in an otherwise unreliable world. It was something Thom could rely on, even consider a friend.

The headache had once come to his rescue, when Thom’s PE teacher had attempted to get handsy down his gym shorts. It had immediately flared into a raging, sparking tempest, forcing the contents of Thom’s stomach out of his mouth and down the front of his fumbling teacher, revealing the damp outline of a sad erection. Yes, the headache hurt Thom, but not nearly as much as the world did.

The only time the headache disappeared completely was when Thom dreamed ‘the floating dream’. He’d be in the thick of a situation, when, suddenly, his feet would leave the ground and he would start to rise. As he looked down, observing the action below, Thom would be acutely aware that he was steadily floating higher, and that his headache was gone. Levitating upward in a world made of sky, Thom felt serene and pain-free. Until he bumped up against the hard, dark arc of space above, at which point Thom would wake to reality and a fierce ache in his head.

The headache was part of Thom’s life and he’d steeled himself to the fact that it always would be. Until he met Jess, that is. She was the hippy, dippy proprietress of ‘Curl Up And Dye’, a hair salon on the edge of town. They’d got talking at a shared smoking table, outside Starbucks on the High Street. Little did Thom know then how Jess would change his life forever.

***

“Go anywhere nice on holiday this year?” Jess asked, as she started to peel back the flaps of skin she’d incised with the scalpel, to expose Thom’s skull.

“What?” Thom asked incredulously.

Jess was concentrating hard on the wound she’d inflicted, but stole a glance at Thom’s reflection. “I’m sorry. Force of habit,” she replied sheepishly. “Day job.”

Thom smiled ruefully at her via the mirror and resisted the temptation to shake his head. “Not this year. You?”

Jess had resumed scraping back the skin. “I like to spend November in Thailand. I leave tomorrow. You’re lucky we met and I could fit you in.”

Thom didn’t know if he should feel lucky or whether he’d gone completely mad. He’d only met Jess by chance earlier that day and now here he was, sitting alone in her dark and empty hair salon, completely at her mercy. The yammering pain in his head reminded him that he’d not exactly been blessed with luck in his life so far, but Jess had given him hope that somehow this could change.

“Have you done many of these?” Thom asked, to cover the sounds of faint scratching that filled the silence.

“More and more this year since Bore-Heading became a thing again. Of course I did mine back in the Seventies.”

“You did it on yourself?”

“Yes, for the purpose of enlightenment, not to follow some silly rock star like the kids do today.”

Thom frowned; that wasn’t why he was there but considered it ill advised to argue given his present situation. “And were you enlightened?”

“Yes. I discovered trepanning others is entirely more lucrative than trepanning myself. Thank goodness for silly rock stars, eh?” Jess flashed Thom a wink in the mirror. “Okay, Thom, I’m down to the bone. Ready for me to open you up?”

Thom stared into the violet eyes of his reflection and took a deep breath. “Go for it.”

Jess returned a solemn nod before turning to pick up the drill.

***

“Do you mind if I sit here?” the old woman asked Thom, as she placed a steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him.

“No, go ahead.” Tom smiled up at the woman before going back to his book. He rubbed his brow and took a drag on the cigarette sat idling in the ashtray on the table.

“Ta,” she said sitting down and placing her shopping by her feet. She pulled her coat tighter and took a sip of her coffee. “Brr, it’s cold today.”

Thom nodded his agreement but he wasn’t in the mood for chitchat; he wanted to finish the chapter he was reading.

“Perfect for Halloween, of course.” The woman continued talking undeterred. She looked up and scanned the sky. “Cold and clear of cloud. Perfect for piercing the veil.”

“I’m sorry, what is?” Thom asked. He wasn’t paying attention but didn’t want to appear rude.

“The veil between worlds, here and beyond,” the woman said. “It’s thinnest at Halloween. We have perfect conditions today for piercing the barrier.”

At her words, Thom immediately pictured himself sailing upward through an ocean of sky before hitting impenetrable nothingness. The dull throb of his constant headache suddenly spiked, causing him to wince.

“Are you okay? You’ve gone quite pale,” the woman asked with concern.

“Yes,” Thom answered abruptly. He squeezed his eyes shut and saw his fists impotently beating against smooth blackness of space; a fragment of his dream from the night before. “Sorry, yes I’m fine. I have a headache.”

“Wait here.” The woman ordered, before rushing off inside the coffee shop. “And watch my bags.”

Thom felt confused; he wanted to leave, but felt obliged to stay until she returned. His headache had started to settle down but his curiosity was piqued. How could this woman, a stranger, have described his floating dream, when he’d never told anybody else about it before?

“Here we are.” The woman returned, placing a mug of hot water in front of him.

“Er, thanks,” Thom replied sceptically, as he watched her rummage through one of her many shopping bags.

“It’s for this,” she said, brandishing a teabag and a wide smile. She dropped it into the steaming mug. “Ginger tea. It’s the most wonderful tension reliever. I always drink it if I have a headache. Please try it. My name is Jess, by the way.”

Thom dunked the teabag, turning the clear liquid amber. “Thom Lusher.” He took a tentative sip of the hot tea. “Thank you.”

Jess sat back and observed Thom contemplatively. “If you don’t mind me saying, Thom, you have the look of someone who knows suffering. Have you had the headache a long time?”

Thom froze mid sip. He felt the hot liquid burn his top lip but his headache had ebbed away. He stared at Jess’s frank and open face, encouraging him to unburden. He put down the tea and lit a fresh cigarette. “All my life,” he said thickly.

Jess sniffed the cold air before glancing skyward. “Well, Thom. I think I can help you.”

***

Rizzz Rizzz

“No, wait!” Thom sprang from the salon chair and turned toward Jess. He backed into the mirror unit, scattering pots of hair product to the floor. “I’m sorry, Jess. Can we just wait a moment?”

Jess placed the silent drill back on the trolley and rushed round to comfort him. “Of course. Oh my goodness, Thom, you’re trembling. Just sit down a moment and I’ll tidy up this mess.”

“I’ll help-” Thom started to bend down but Jess stopped him.

“No, you’ll get blood everywhere. Sit there, I’ll sort this out.” Jess handed him a towel. “And wipe your face, you have blood trickling from your hairline.

Thom perched on the edge of the salon chair, holding the towel to his forehead, while Jess got onto her knees and started gathering the strewn pots.

“I’m sorry but it was when you gunned the drill twice,” Thom explained. “I don’t know, it just set me off.”

“And I’m sorry, too. You’re obviously not ready for this procedure. Oh no, this one’s broken open.”

Jess got to her feet and wiped her hands on spare towel. “I’ll have to get a mop.”

“Jess-”

“No, Thom, it’s okay.” Jess grabbed Thom’s right arm and shoulder, pushing him back into the chair. “I’ll mop first and bandage you up, then tidy up your hair. Nobody will notice the bald spot. Promise.”

Thom let out a noisy sigh of relief. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”

“I shouldn’t worry about it,” Jess called back over her shoulder as she made her way the the back room of the salon. “We all shock ourselves from time to time. I’ll make you drink.”

“Ginger tea?”

Jess stopped. “No, I’ve got something special for shock. I’ll be back in a jiff.”

Thom stared at himself in the mirror whilst Jess was gone. He picked up a hand mirror from the trolley and held it at and angle over his head so that he could see the damage. All he could see was a pool of blood that lapped across the shaven skin, soaking into his hair. Thom grimaced at the sight of maroon and black wound with crimson tinges. “Fuck!”

“Here we are.” Jess returned and handed Thom a dark green, steaming brew. She took the hand mirror from him and replaced it on the trolley. “Drink up. This is my own recipe, tell me what you think.”

She left again to collect the mop, leaving Thom to gingerly sipped at the hot concoction. “Hey, this is delicious, Jess” he shouted out. He took a slurp. “What’s in it?”

“Oh a little of this, a little of that.” Jess returned with a mop and bucket and set about cleaning up gloop and splashes of blood from the floor. “Mostly sugar. Sugar’s good for shock.”

Thom drained the cup. “Well, I thought-”

Jess quickly placed her fingertips over Thom’s mouth.”No, sit back and be quiet, Thom. Let the tea work,” she said firmly.

Thom sat back in the chair and watched Jess clean up. She moved the mop from side to side and returned the pots of creams back to the mirror shelf, all in rhythmical, moving silence.

Thom looked at the bloody towel in his hands and thought about his crazy day, and how it wouldn’t be over for a while yet. He felt the tension drain from his body and his eyelids droop. I must tell Jess that her tea is better than the ginger stuff, was the last thing Thom thought before he nodded off to sleep.

***

“Help me, how?”

Thom took a drag from his cigarette and looked over at Jess. She took a gulp of her coffee and stared back at him. “Help me, how?” Thom asked again.

“Thom, there are many ancient rituals and practices that have been mostly forgotten by the modern world. I happen to be a practitioner in a number of them.”

“Like what? Voodoo shit?”

Jess chuckled. “Not exactly, no. What I’m thinking of for you was stolen by the medical profession and renamed something ugly to put people off.”

Thom was perplexed. The conversation he didn’t want to have, then enticed into having was taking a turn for the bizarre. “What are you talking about?”

“Trepanation, Thom. It has been practised for thousands of years. Until quite recently that is. Now it’s called a Craniotomy and only doctors are allowed to perform it.”

“Wait.” Thom could suddenly feel his seat leave his chair and his knees bumped under the cafe table, hard enough to knock the ashtray to the floor with a clatter. He grabbed on to the edge of the table. “You want to drill a hole in my head?!”

Jess plucked up her coffee cup from the table before it flipped over. “Oh, but I’m trepanning you right now,” she said to the departing Thom, who was floating higher and higher, feet first. She pointed an index finger toward him and retracted it twice, like pulling a trigger. “Rizzz Rizzz. No more headache.”

“No, wait!” Thom screamed as at first a laughing Jess, followed by the High Street, the town and then all the land below shrunk from his sight. He zoomed up through the cold, blue, cloudless sky. Thom knew exactly where he was heading but this time he did not know what he would find.

***

Suck Glug Slurp

“Oh shit, he’s a gusher!”

A fountain of blood erupted from the hole Jess had made in Thom’s head and splattered over her face, neck and chest. She hastily grabbed the wadding from the trolley, in order to stem the blood spouting from the top of Thom’s lolling head. Blood streamed from between her fingers, across her hand and flowed down along the henna tattoos on her forearm. It dripped from Jess’s elbow and pooled at her feet.

She placed an arm across Thom’s chest and pulled him upright, all whilst holding his head steady, maintaining pressure on the gaping wound. Jess stayed like that, chanting quietly until she was certain the bleeding had slowed enough for her to remove the sodden wadding and she could take a look. Deep at the centre of the circle of blood and matted hair, Jess could see the pulse of pinkish brain.

She covered the wound with a bandage and removed his bloody cape, before setting about cleaning up. Once Jess was sure the floor was clear of blood, she placed black candles around unconscious Thom’s chair and lit them. Finally she hung a mournful looking goat skull, from the top of the brightly lit mirror, so that it replaced Thom’s head in his reflection.

As she finished, Thom opened a fiery eye. “Daughter?”

“I knew it! I knew he was the one!” Jess howled with glee, before dropping to her knees to kiss Thom’s hand. Tears streamed from her twinkling, eyes. “Oh, Satan, my Lord and Master. You have come at last!”

Thom gently lifted Jess’s blood-flecked face toward him and smiled radiantly down upon her.

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Have a Song, Dear Reader…

CLICK5: Barzun’s Bazooka

Adventures in Remote Viewing: Moon Day Meanderings…

*/Flicks lighter… That’s a sync, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… In fact that’s a specific sync telling me get my arse in gear and write a Halloween story for UAXII…*

*An’ I’ll tell you wot else… /flicks ash… ‘Trailblazer’ crops up later in this post…*

Last evening, Dear Reader, Text US Okie Devil Cade Fon Apollyon and I indulged in a spot of remote viewing. I mentioned it to Leggy after…

*/drags… What a year, Clicky… /rolls eyes… it just keeps on giving… /streams smoke…*

*Now that I come to fink of it… /deep drag… Pesto’s reporting precipitated the fall of Northern Rock bank in 2007…*

*/plumes smoke… Pesto joined Twitter in March 2008, so ‘e wouldn’t ‘ave broke the story there. ‘E gets more push back now on the narratives ‘E’s peddlin’…*

*Fuckin’ ‘ell, Clicky! …/grimaces… Why’d you leave the ‘igh pitch bit in at the end? My ears are ringing…*

*/final drag… Seriously, rust on the Moon. Whatever next? …/stubs butt… Hey! Did you spot the ‘Trailblazer’ sync, Clicky?*

‘JPL is also building a new version of M3 for an orbiter called Lunar Trailblazer.’

*True man painter… /smirks… Trumania, Trump Mania. There’s a lot of that about…*

Although very different, both movies are really quite wonderful in their own way. Especially seen one after the other, if you have an interest in Sin-Crow-Mist-Eyes-Is-Sum. ‘The Girl With a Pearl Earring’ is understated but high in tension and simply gorgeous to look at…

*Yep, one of the first fings I saw this morning, Clicky… /lights up…*

… And ‘The Truman Show’ is all about experiencing synchronicity in an artificial world…

*/drags… It can sum times feel like that, Clicky, true…*

*What?! …/coughs out smoke… No, I don’t want to remote view ‘Sophie’s Choice’ next. I’ve seen it; it doesn’t end well…*

*Yes, we’ll keep looking. Sophie woz on a ‘iding to nuffin’ in that flick. Mind you, it woz ‘er own fault for promoting Nazi ideals… /puffs angrily… And choosing not to translate… /clears throat

*Stoned or stoning, one of those…

*Far Right and Far Left? So close in ideology that you couldn’t separate ’em with a fuckin’ cigarette paper…*

*It has been a good afternoon, evening and night, Clicky, it has…*

… Now, if you will excuse me, Dear Reader, I have to go and write a story. But thank you for spending your precious time here with us at the LoL, lolling, so to speak. We all lol down here 😉 Have a Song…

Missive From ‘Merica: Trailblazing Times (Part 1)

Today we have a new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon for you, Dear Reader…

*Wot?! That was on my Twitterfeed just now, Clicky? …/lights up and smokes… Blimey, spectacular timing…*

… I’ve been getting some ‘Die! NO! Sore‘ syncs this week, Dear Reader…

*/genteelly clears throat… Yeah, Cade and I ended up remote viewing ‘Jurassic Park’ together, but the syncs started before that, Clicky…*

… that started with a ‘Timepool‘ tweet, that wasn’t about ‘Dye Nose Ores‘ at all…

… but I did recall a rather striking magazine cover image that I saw in 2016…

*The germ on our minds in 2020, Clicky? …/raises quizzical eyebrow… They do say the dinosaurs were wiped out by an extraterrestrial impact…*

… I decided against replying to TimePool’s tweet with the Der Spiegel image, when shortly after Cade suggested we remote view the movie ‘War Games’ together, from 1983. To my chagrin, I’d never seen it…

*Dinosaurs! You could of knocked me down with a feather, Clicky. I was not expecting that… /flicks ash…*

*Did he say the T-Rex is the essence of chaos? /smirks…*

*Interesting. I wonder if Stephen King is familiar with Nietzsche… /sigh…*

… It got me pondering, who are today’s ‘Dine Azores’?

* /rolls eyes… Oh good grief… /drags… You can’t even smoke outside anymore? …/snorts smoke… Fancy… /rubs nose…*

*Fuck! This missive header has gotten way out of control, Clicky…*

*Good thinking… /stubs butt… I’ll make it a two parter. Better get a Song…*

Apols! This post is already far too busy, so Cade’s actual missive will appear as a Part 2 post tomorrow. Have a Song whilst you wait 😉

*No, no, the other one, Clicky…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Musings on Flakes & Fakes

Happy 1st of September, Dear Reader 😀

*Better than a pinch-punch, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*

… Here is a tweet I saw yesterday that really made me laugh…

… And here is a brand new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon for us all to enjoy. So let’s get to it 😉

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Eating crow has its advantages. Yes, it can be degrading, it can be depressing, it can be confusing, and no matter what you say or do, you are going to look and feel like a prick 24/7. But if it means that you are going to be exactly where you need to be, exactly when you need to be there? Fuck it. It’s worth it.

^LOLA DUTRONIC “Everybody Loves You When You’re Dead” featuring Stephanie B.^

Definition and pivot points. If the arms or legs are more or less “board like” with no definition, you need to keep that in mind. Lack of curves or lines where there maybe should be a curve or line, but also keep in mind that everyone is different. With respect to pivot points, could be more than just a blemish. Especially on the upper parts of the forearm, thumbs, upper arms just above the elbow(s), inner thighs, tops of the thighs. Could be dark brown, red, crimson or purple “old” pimples, recurring pimples, or even what appears to be white spots (lichenification) that are not warts nor moles nor scars resulting from more traditional injuries like contusions, scrapes, cuts or some kind of blunt force/impact injury which does not break the skin. Also patches or specific areas of the skin where the hair follicles appear to be clogged, inflamed and/or pitted (Keratosis pilaris, folliculitis, strawberry legs, etc.).

The “red knuckles” are likely to be a giveaway, but only initially. As things progress, the knuckles will lose some of their redness, and there may be an unexplained thickening of the skin in certain areas of the hand. Be mindful of nail growth also. Any slowing or speeding up of the “normal” growth rate, and also any dots, dashes or lines forming on the nails themselves. Especially those which are “in line with” the normal growth direction or any wavy or arcing types of line perpendicular to nail growth direction. When straight lines appear on the nails, compare to any parallel lines on the underside of the epidermis of the fingers; proximal phalanx, and sometimes middle phalanxes. Dots and dashes on the nails, check the skin around the distal phalanxes, and especially the undersides for any “waterlogged” appearing skin or peeling skin, small tears or bleeding that have no explanation. Important to “let the cuticles run”. Don’t push them back, don’t scrape them off, let them serve their purpose(s) in assisting the guiding of nail growth. And yes, they can pull and yes it can be painful, but let them catch up and find themselves within the architecture of the hands and epidermis.

The lunulae/half moons, may intensify, fade grow, shrink, and even disappear completely. Dunno what to tell you about that other than they too are part of the architecture and may be indicative that something is changing within a certain spectrum. All eight of my fingers were crushed in a metal garage door when I was pretty young so the pathology of my own nails may vary somewhat from that of others, but changes in the lunulae appears to be a more or less common thing.

To continue on with the current information dumpfest, the thenar webspace between the index finger and thumb may also be a good place to look for indications as to what is tugging in which direction(s). May check for any bumps or knots under the skin, and these may be either hard or soft (potentially ganglion cysts of varying age?). Also be aware of knots or hard spots in the muscles of the forearm as well as knots in the triceps of the upper arm. This will lead us up to any knots in the trapezius, and especially (initially) those parts above the shoulder which connect to the neck. And finally around to the scapulae, and especially any lack of definition and/or limited range of movement of these bones plus any lack of definition of the latissimus dorsi (especially under the arm).

Again, in my specific case I am an asthmatic, so my case may be a bit unique in that I likely breathe a bit different from most. Be mindful of the olecranal skin (yelbow) and also the skin around and behind the knee, and also any discolored forking or finger-like formations which give the appearance of meandering down the backs of the thighs and perhaps even the calves (also potententially under the chin and down the neck). Keep in mind that these are potentially unlike stretchmarks in appearance, and can resemble meandering divergent streams or lightning. I do have to wonder if stretches, rends/tears or perhaps even aggregate “injuries” may be a seeding mechanism for a different eventuality. We don’t always notice things in a timely manner, and we also have a potential for distancing ourselves from or even neglecting things over time.

Calx

Which reminds me to note: be aware of any scar-like formations which cannot be associated with an injury or similar. Could be an aggregation due to time. Many lifestyle changes are likely to occur from infancy to adulthood and all points in between, which means that ergonomical, environmental and kinesiological considerations will need to be addressed. Oh, and goosebumps or gooseflesh (piloerection). Especially those which are not associated with any sort of secondary type of sensation nor do they appear to be driven by obvious motivators. I can only wonder if it is possible for a region to get stuck in a feedback loop long after any original stimulus has long since past.

Echoes? Regional echoes within organic tissues? Surely not. Does make me wonder tho what types of environmentals could be affecting the data processing. Clothing? Cloth types? Other types of topical considerations such as chemicals, sunlight, etc.? The presence or absence of hair? I mean, does the body know that hair should be in a certain place, but the body becomes confused when the hair that should be there…is missing? Or maybe even that the hair that is there does not statistically equate with the hair which should be there? We’re talking about hair on human beings, not static discharge aerials on the trailing edges of aircraft wings.

Still, it is a very intriguing notion to think that the body actually keeps historical data on what should be where. Logistical and accounting data. “I sent this amount of keratin to pore 436 from August to February…there should be a hair there, but I’m getting reports that there is no hair there. Why is there no hair there? Where’d all that keratin go?”

Where would all of that transactional data even be stored? More than that, what would be the protocols involved with retrieving such data.

Q: Does the body shut down systems which it perceives as unnecessary?

A: ? ? ?

What about systems which it cannot perceive? Which begs the question, do systems shut themselves down when they perceive themselves as no longer perceived? Yes, a lot of this is going to be no-brainer types of stuff. But that’s not what I am thinking about here. Gotta be some answers to be found in these “foreign limb” and/or “phantom limb/phantom pain” dynamics. Lastly, the buttocks and the dynamics which have changed its daily placement(s) over the past few centuries, and especially in The West. Think not only chairs and more sedentary types of postures, but also think lymphatic system.

^Infected Mushroom – Kazabubu HQ / HD^

NOTE: Sorry about the long wall of text for you to sort Roob. About all I can do is offer a tune.

^Of Monsters and Men – King And Lionheart (Official Video)^

Two weeks ago, there was this…

The Cruel Monkey Experiments ONPRC Didn’t Want You to See

VIDEO: The Cruel Monkey Experiments ONPRC Didn’t Want You to See

then yesterday there was this…

Elon Musk unveils pig with computer chip in brain

then today, I see this…

OHSU: Two monkeys die in accident involving cage washing machine at research center

It would appear that the primate car wash accident actually happened on 13 August, and the PETA stuff appears to have been released on 17 August, but it also appears that the Oregon Primate Research Center and Oregon Health & Science University maybe aren’t the same things.

Oregon National Primate Research Center

Oregon Health & Science University

Ah…ONPRC was established by the NIH in 1961, but ONPRC and OHSU didn’t become affiliated until 1998. I wonder how that happened. How does a state-run university get its hooks into a federally funded something? Looks like the Oregon Health and Sciences University was cited in February of 2020 for letting some Prairie Voles die of thirst/dehydration.

Q: Can you trust a health organization who treats living things in bad/poor ways?

A: Just wondering where their heads are with respect to care. Wondering within that particular healthcare chain, who decides when “poor health” ends, and “good healthcare” begins.

ONPRC letting those monkeys die in a high-pressure sponge bath ain’t very reassuring either.

^Smoke Fairies – Living With Ghosts (Official Video)^

After reading that monkey stuff and pig bit, it occurs to me that “robotics” has been a thing for a very long time. Long before robots were a thing. Nannies, butlers, maids, stewards, servants, slaves and more or less “single use” types of employees of all kinds. Lets not forget slaves. Maybe even one’s own family members. Tools. They perform specific tasks for one’s own purposes. They look and behave certain ways. They are programmed to give certain responses in specific situations. They are subject to wrath when they do not perform as they are supposed to. If that pole dancer don’t jiggle her ass just right and to my satisfaction, I ain’t gonna be sticking my hard-earned currency in her panties.

Q: Is my heart “a robot” to me?

A: ???

Before you get too dismissive, if my heart starts to malfunction to the point of failure, I may just decide to rip that one out and get a new one because I live in a time where this is possible. And the surgeons and medical staff who do it? Yeah, they better perform their jobs flawlessly and as-advertised. All their equipment better be tip-top as well.

^Noisia – Lilith’s Club^

One can dig pretty deep on that less obvious robotics stuff if one so chooses. Just be warned that you’re likely to waft in and out of stereotypes and stereotyping along the way. Certain people don’t act in the ways you expect them to. Or maybe even they do act in the way(s) you expect them to, but they are only doing so because of your own presence. Once you leave, they’ll get out of character and go back to normal. Normal normal. Not the normal they think you think is normal.

Q: What is normal?

A: Dunno. It's pretty much none of my business really.

You cannot see into my head to see what it is that is driving my thinking here, but what I am primarily thinking about is “Lee” from John Steinbeck’s novel East of Eden.

East of Eden (Novel)

If you’ve not read the book I’m not gonna spoil it for you, but let’s just say that there are layers to this Chinese character named Lee. Stunning layers. Layers which, in the case of a young mind like mine, can really put perspective on why certain living things sometimes behave in the way(s) that they do. Now, I said I wasn’t going to spoil it, but I was just checking out the footnotes of the Wikipedia article for East of Eden, and it would appear that someone has written a thesis on this Lee character. Perhaps you can bookmark the thesis, exercise some personal restraint, then read the thesis after you read East of Eden.

But whatever is fine

I will add tho that I’ve skimmed the first part of the abstract from the thesis which states that Lee is one of the most overlooked characters in the novel. That may be, and I could see how he could be overlooked, but I can tell you that the character Lee has mystified and amazed the living shit out of me for well over 30 years. Probably the most important character in the book, and I’d be willing to bet I’m not alone in that regard. But, that’s just my opinion. Don’t let my opinion(s) sway yours. Read the book, meet the Hamilton and Trask families on your own terms, and have your own journey.

^Bomb The Bass – Megablast [HD]^

Say! Wasn’t “Trask” the last name of the big man in the movie Working Girl?

Trask…Radio.

Trask…Radio.

*I love that film, Clicky…*

Strange way to connect.

Strange way to make a connection.

Hrm

^Jain – Makeba (Official Video)^

Some are able to take advantage of free-will, others…maybe not so much. Kinda weird how things shake out in this universal hoedown to where some are able to do more or less whatever they please, up to and including disallowing others from doing as they please. Maybe there’s some logic in there tho. Maybe there’s some lessons to learn. Maybe the ones who learn these lessons can teach them to others. Only the good stuff of course. Don’t tell all the gory details. Clean it up nice and shiny so its appealing and attracts (and hooks) lots of fishies.

Wait…did we just go off the rails? Did we miss the point? Woah…did we just learn something about learning about what we’ve learned?!?

^LTJ – I Dont Want This Groove To Ever Ends^
Regarding “fail videos”...

VR Helmet “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Hoverboard “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Snow-skiing/snowboarding “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

People leapfrogging access barriers “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Attempting to cut your own bangs “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Alpacas spitting “fails” are stupid 100% of the time.

Contrived “fails” are stupid 100% of the time*

*unless the orchestrated fail fails

Cycles are on my mind, and I’m seeing some cycles in some of the fail compilation vids I watch on YouTube. Yes, I watch fail compilation vids on YouTube. Lots of them. Recently been seeing a lot of recycling of old vids, and tons of vids which are obviously fake/orchestrated. I guess all these new YouTube channels are desperate for content. As such, anything remotely passable will do. And I’m not really complaining as much about the content as am interested in what kind of shift this is likely to cause within the YouTube organization itself.

Q: Can I manufacture a “fail video” where are of the elements of this video are entirely orchestrated and completely fictional, and then upload this video as a “fail video” or “watch people die inside” or “people being stupid” or similar?

A: ¿?¿

The assumption is that the events depicted are authentic candid or even guarded/quasi-guarded moments which have been opportunely captured/recorded on video or film, and the parties involved have consented to make these visual recordings publicly available for whatever reason(s). Nonfiction. Maybe even biographical or historical in some senses, but authentic. Keep in mind that money is almost assuredly changing hands, which means that all fucking kinds of interests may feel the need to get involved at some point. I mean, if you are acting this stuff out, and you are getting paid, that means you are a professional actor. Professional filmmaker. Professional photographer or videographer. There are other processional interests in the world who may look unkindly upon your making money of what they consider to be their trade, and they may further look unkindly upon YouTube for more or less encouraging you to do it. And if you are making money off your vids but those who appear in them are not getting a cut? Yeesh. I hope you put some of that money back.

^Chemical Brothers – Song to the Siren^

Why would I even be thinking about shit like this, let alone on this “fail” topic?

A: Disclosure

Yeah, this UFO “Disclosure Movement” nonsense. Gotta be able to tell what is real, and what is fake, and gotta be aware of who is making these determinations for you. Prolly also important to be aware of who could “fake” things, and what systems might be in place which would prohibit them from doing so. Remember, if someone tells you that a something is authentic (especially if an “expert” tells you) and you don’t believe, you are going to be castigated. You are going to be classified. Non-believer at best, irrational idiot at worst.

lolz…kinda funny to think of a UFO investigator or UFO enthusiast calling people irrational just because they now have the governments of the world and other powerful institutions on their side.

d i G R E s s

^The Cube Guys – ‘Baba O’Riley’ (UK Club Mix)^

Gonna be a lot of money moving through these various interests. Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence, SETI, National Science Foundation, US Defense Department, NATO, United Nations, NASA, ESA, Space-X, Blue Origin, NSA, CIA, FBI, INTERPOL, all that and more are gonna be involved somewhere along the line. That means money. Question is, how can you justify the expense if any of the evidence supporting these claims is…fake. What the fuck is “fake” anyway? I mean like, outside of orgasms, what is “fake”.

^Pan-Pot – Weltlinie^

This appeared for me over the weekend.

Pellagra

Where I found it, Pellagra was associated with…Schizophrenia? Hrm. I admit I did not read all the details on the blog that associated Pellagra with Schizophrenia, but seeing as how I’ve been pondering foreign limb syndromes, alien hand syndrome, phantom pain and body integrity dysphoria, I wonder if there is a possibility that some malady creates a need to achieve a state/circumstance unlike the present state and/or circumstance.

EX: You are experiencing a malady, you’d rather not be/you wanna be cured.

I guess one could argue that a certain trauma could cause some sort of psychosis or mental break. But speaking from my own experiences, there are potentially some strange pharmacological wheels turning there. They’re nested way the fuck in the background, but they are there. And regarding the connection between Pellagra and Schizophrenia I’m thinking less here about wishful thinking, fantasy and escapism, and thinking more in terms of fight or flight (or fawn). Maybe even post-traumatic stress disorder. I see no mention of Schizophrenia in the Wikipedia article on Pellagra. Still, did see this…

Hartnup Disease

Nonpolar amino acids. Photo-sensitivity. Dermatitis. Dementia. Poverty gets a mention under Pellagra, corn also gets a mention, but no mention of Vertigo under either Pellagra nor Hartnup Disease.

Hrm. Vertigo

“Y’know that ringing in your ears? That ‘eeeeeeeeee’? That’s the sound of the ear cells dying, like their swan song. Once it’s gone you’ll never hear that frequency again. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

Movie = Children Of Men

Ear cells. Wait…ear cells? What in the fuck are “ear cells”? There’s hairs in there, fluids, bones, membranes, but “ear cells”? What in the fuck is she talking about?!?

Hair Cell

Hrm

^Remco Beekwilder – Public Resistance [EMERALD002]^

May seem like a stretch, but I’m seeing a whispy connection via race and locale/geographic location. Not saying that it’s necessarily anything sinister, but it sure as shit feels weird. Could just be me tho. I’ve thought a lot about fats and oils from the 1500s forward, and how they have moved as people have moved over the past 500 years. Have thought some about vegetables too, but I personally have thought more about animal based oils and fats seeing as how protein-based foods are likely to be somewhat erratic in the diet, whereas carbohydrates probably not as erratic in the diet (for some anyway).

Think: poverty. Or even famine, s’il vous plaît. Pestilence too. After all, crop circle makers aren’t the only things in this world capable of destroying various agricultural crops for their own personal gain(s).

^Max Bett – Mad Clinic^

Might wanna also take into consideration that the 365/366 types of diets have only become a thing in the last 50-75 years or so, and especially in the last 20-30 years. Reliable refrigerated shipping and especially air-cargo have radically changed not only where things come from, but also their availability. “Seasonal” is pretty much not a thing anymore, and most can get whatever they want, whenever they want. Depending on where one lives of course. And your own personal financial situation. Which brings me to the point of derivatives. Doesn’t matter where you get your proteins, vitamins, minerals, fatty acids and/or “essential oils”, what matters is that you get them.

^Nicolas Jaar – Mi Mujer ( Lyrics In The Description Section)^

Whilst we are on the topic of pollutants, you may want to consider that some entities have no interest whatsoever in solving the problem(s) of pollution. Some pollutants are like obscure little calling cards which allow certain entities to have access to metrics which very few have the resources to track. They’ve acquired a type of sight which not many have. It’s almost mystical. You really think that they are going to willingly give that kind of vision up after working so hard to obtain it? And hey, whilst you are blinding the big powers by removing small data from their big machines, why don’t you locate all Yogis and Yoginis and pull their legs off, so that they can no longer sit in the lotus position and get all enlightened and see stuff no one else can see.

^Psyk – Night Currents (Neel Remix) [NON033]^

Everyone wants to see.

Or hear.

Or touch.

Or taste.

Maybe even smell.

Maybe all that.

Maybe more.

^Hybrid – Break My Soul (Live at Audioriver)^

cYacFa

^# 14 – Jonny Greenwood – Convergence^

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*Yeah, I know you started your post yesterday with a white rabbit, Clicky… /stubs butt… I wouldn’t worry about it…*

*much…*

CYL, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song…

CLICK5: A Gamble Gambol

CLICK5: Gratuitous 137 Spot

CLICK5: Gno, Ken, Doo!

CLICK5: Roses & Gnosis

Missive From ‘Merica: En Garde!

*Superb movie, Clicky… /lights up… went to see it twice… /drags… I had such crush on Mandy Patinkin after that… /plumes smoke… Well, on the character anyway…*

Hello there, Dear Reader 😀 I know, I know, it’s been over a month, but the wait is finally over – a fresh missive from Cade Fon Apollyon is newly arrived at the LoL…

*True… /flicks ash… Cade and I have been pondering wrestling recently… /puffs… But I’m trying to introduce his missive now, and you’re kinda distracting me, Clicky…*

*Oh bollocks! You’ve got me thinking about how Iocane power comes from Australia…*

 

*Antipodeans are so fuckin’ needy to be seen as whirled leaders, Clicky… /drags… regardless of the direction of travel…*

*/streams smokes… When it seems that for all these years smokers have been building a tolerance to Covid-19…*

*You can say that again, Clicky…*

… So, without further ado, Dear Reader, get stuck in… and enjoy! ❤

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Pay no heed to the above. Especially those first four letters and their ordering. Just doing some textual doodling whilst I was thinking about a concept. Amazing what one sometimes sees whilst trying to get their head wrapped around a something.

^Riot In Belgium – La Musique^

If someone is “on the fence”, I can only wonder how they got there.

Anyone have any ideas as to how individuals wind up on a fence?

Anyone have any ideas as to who says it’s a bad thing to be on a fence? Because I’d argue they’ve never encountered an angry stray dog or unleashed/unfenced dog.

They’ve certainly not encountered an entire pack of angry loose dogs.

Growling, slobbering, angry animals who want you off that fence so they can get a piece of you.

The only thing protecting you is that fence. Thank God that fence was there for you to jump on, eh?

Say, that reminds me, what are fences sometimes made of?

Trees sometimes work just as well as a fence.

Someone prolly gonna have issues with you being in that tree too tho’.

No telling who may own that tree, and the owner(s) may have issues with you being in that tree irrespective of your own personal reasons for being in it.

And maybe not just and only the same rabid fucks who initially chased you up there in the first place.

You sure have amassed a metric fuckton of people who want you out of that tree or off that fence. Holy hell, you were only trying to save your own bacon…what the FUCK?!?!?

^Fischerspooner – Emerge^

People who say “they aren’t interested in material things” cause me concern. I am a material thing. I even have a few material things that are my own. Can only wonder if your disinterest in material things may cause you to trash me and my things.

^D’ya Wanna Go Faster? – Terrorvision^

Well, what do we have here?!? A question from The Whatever However Hotline!

Q: Cade, is it true that the USA has plans to invade other countries?

Cade: Wow…what a generic, yet completely off-the-wall type of question to ask of someone who is completely unqualified to answer the question. But, yes, the United States of America does indeed have plans already made up and ready to go to either repel certain invasions, to support certain allies in certain ways in certain theatres, and also there are plans to invade just about any and every nook and cranny of the entire planet and beyond.

United States Color-Coded War Plans

I hate to tell you this, but whatever country you occupy likely has loads of similar plans. So do you. You make plans to invade financial markets. Grocery stores. Retail shops. Men. Women. Neighbors. Family members. Wasp nests. Dirty kitchens. Unkempt lawns or gardens. Roadways. The Internet. You have shitloads of your own plans to defend, invade and/or attack certain areas in order to keep what you have, or get what you want or need. Or maybe you just want to make a something look and behave like you think it should look and behave, so you organize a plan in order to get that done. Also, I don’t see what the big mystery is with countries and their governments having plans formulated and ready to react to a given situation.

That's what you pay them to do

^Whale – Hobo Humpin Slobo Babe^

Something that has troubled me for a long time regarding the concept of transmediums and/or mediumship is that once this connection is made, neither party exists. Both cease to exist. The medium or host is no longer themselves, and the interloper cannot be themselves within the domain of another as they are inaccurately represented. In order for this to work, I would think that any invading spirit would have to perfectly emulate the host prior to entry. But again this does not work because the spirit is no longer the unique being they were. They are now whomever they are attempting to latch onto.

All those thoughts aside, I would think that in order for mediumship of any kind to work, the medium themselves would have to be completely and totally neutral. In order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to pass the data, as is, irrespective of whether it makes any sense to you or not. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense to the recipient(s) either. Nor even the sender. The medium is a diode. A switch. Which makes me wonder as to the mechanics of more servomechanism types of action(s) when information is being transmitting from one plane to another. Which lands me right back at in order for the portal or gateway to work, you cannot have your own opinion, you cannot make your own observations, no annotations, no embellishments, no interpretations, no corrections. You have to somehow exist in both planes, whilst simultaneously not existing in either. Physics is likely to say this is an impossibility.

Elements Can Be Solid And Liquid At The Same Time, Study Reveals

BLOOPS! I guess maybe matter can have two separate/different states at the same time. But then again, why couldn’t it? Light is both particle and wave at the same time. Depending upon present company of course.

^Røyksopp – What Else Is There [Trentemøller Remix] FULL LENGTH^

We hear a lot about “great minds” getting together and discussing ideas. I guess the implication is that when this happens, “the smart” get smarter. But what happens when dumbasses get together and discuss ideas? Do they get dumber? When average people get together to discuss ideas, do they get more average? Not only that, but when dumb people get together and get dumber, do the smart get smarter by default? Like, the smart fuckers don’t even have to get together in order to get smarter, nor do the average folk need to get together in order to become more average.

^Culture Code – Make Me Move (feat. Karra) [NCS Release]^

Awoke this morning with the concepts of affection and being affectionate on my mind, pondered it a bit, but reached no conclusions as to the nature of affection. In order to be affectionate, one must be in proximity to and/or have reasonable access to a second party, and that second party must be receptive to the affection.

What I also pondered was the concept of passionate affection, and/or, being affectionately passionate. One being a state of having a passion for affection, and one being a state of passion whilst displaying affection. I wondered about myself and my love for displaying affection. I’m not real great at being on the receiving end of affection(s), but I feel fairly confident in my abilities to dole affection out. Question is, is this desire to display affection a detriment? Moreover, could my yearning to dote upon someone be considered a fault? Again, another party must be present, and they must be receptive to any affections otherwise I’m subject to repudiation.

Anticipatory Repudiation

Things just took an unexpected turn

^Paul Jacobs – Soul Grabber part four – Motocross Madness^

Was thinking about the concept of “too much” with respect to affection in a relationship. If you and I are in a relationship, like a touchy-feely type relationship, and I try and rub your shoulders each day when you arrive home from work, there are likely days when you don’t want your shoulders rubbed. There may even come a point to where you appear to never want your shoulders rubbed, and I get the hint and stop even trying to offer.

Q: Will you notice the cessation of my advances?

A: ???

You didn’t want me rubbing your shoulders, I complied, all parties should be happy. Or at least until you get it in your mind that “hey, I wonder why he never asks me if I want a shoulder rub anymore?”. It’s prolly because I’ve abandoned you completely and am fucking your sister, two of your aunts, as well as several of your friends. I even rub their shoulders occasionally.

Unlike you, they like it

^Kate Davis – Keep An Open Heart | Sofar NYC^

There’s prolly all kinds of residuals which collect over time and throw us into loops.

Liesegang Rings (Geology)

I personally am not one to immediately dismiss loops as bad things. Those seemingly repetitive passes provide one a chance to evaluate these loops they’re in. Maybe provide the time for figuring out how to best escape the situation. Maybe even provide the time to dismantle the very architecture you created which landed you in these loops in the first place. Find ways around, find ways through, find ways out. Before you know it, you’re on your way to wherever you want to be, you’ve likely learned a thing or two, and you’re now free to repeat the whole damn process anew on greener pastures. Loads of free space out there just waiting for you to fill it with more baggage.

^Irene & The Disappointments – Iceblink Luck (Cocteau Twins cover)^

And hey, since we are on the topic of baggage…

Q: How do you treat your own baggage?

A: ?ó¿ó?

Yeah, like luggage: How do you treat your own luggage as you travel? Pretty well I bet. It is important to you afterall. Even if its the cheap stuff or some knock-off of “designer luggage” like Louis Baton or Ralph Lorenzo or Samsonote or Amercan Tourastafarian.

But how others treat our baggage? Wheeeeeee doggies!!! That’s a whole other topic now ain’t it? Those professional baggage handlers who handle baggage all day every day better treat your baggage with the respect it deserves, eh?

Just thinking that maybe a lot of this “personal baggage” stuff sometimes centers more around how we perceive how others perceive/treat our baggage rather than what we ourselves think about our own shiz. We try and see what they are seeing, rather than seeing things as we see them. Hey, treat your own shit well. That’s the best you can prolly ever hope for. Others are unlikely to give a fuck. I mean, what the hell are they doing rummaging through your baggage for anyway? Ain’t they got their own shit to deal with? What are they, psychological customs agents? Are they even digging through your shit, or is it a matter of your opinions about someone else’s opinions about you and your shit?

What a fucking mess

^Leningrad Cowboys – L.A. Woman^

Hate to be the one to tell you this…

…but I don’t think “exclusivity” exists in the more esoteric realms. Not to mention that you, in any more commercial endeavors, want people to consume whatever you are trowling out…right? You want them to hear you, understand you, believe you, convert their way(s) of thinking to be more in line with your own way(s) of thinking?

However, when others hear you and your thoughts, and they in turn voice their own opinions on your thoughts, you suddenly accuse them of totally missing your point(s)? Of not understanding your elevated and miraculous wisdom in the way and ways you want them to? You’re giving pearls to the pigs, but they just…don’t…get it?

Must be lonely in that pearly tower of your own wisdom that appears to be primarily based on someone else’s wisdom.

^S.A.I.N Part Two / It’s Alright (Goodfellow’s Remix)^

I’ve never read Jung…

…I almost never write about Jung. I purposefully avoid Jung as best I can, and may never get around to reading Jung. But I’ve experienced synchronicity my entire life whilst never knowing what in the fuck it was, nor did I ever encounter anyone else who experienced such things. Even got to where I didn’t talk about my experiences because everyone I spoke with about these weird coincidences branded me a goddamn loon. Told me I was nuts. Told me they were just coincidence(s) with no meaning whatsoever and it was all my imagination trying to add some additional meaning where there in fact was no meaning.

When I later stumbled upon Jung and his synchronicity jazz, it was quite the revelation for sure, but I was already miles down my own path, figuring out my own shit in my own ways. You really think it would be a wise thing for me to toss all of that in favor of someone else’s methods and meanings?

I think not

When I later found synchromysticism, I’ve figured I prolly made the right choice in avoiding Jung and sticking to what I know from my own experiences. Wander around and hear what others think about Jung, then ease myself into Jung’s actual works whenever I’m ready, and then form my own opinions. This may seem a bit backwards to some, but to me it’s the proper path. Meet Mr. Jung on my own terms so I can be more understanding about whatever it is he’s got to say. Afterall, this is gonna be a one-way conversation: he speaks, I listen, and there will be no conversation nor debate. Just a shitload of questions, all of which I’ll be required to find the answers on my own.

Maybe walking alone through the synchronistic storms of my own life wasn’t such a bad idea afterall.

^Liberty City – Thats what i got^

Not trying to knock on anyone, but it does occur to me that even Jung’s stuff is an amalgam of other various shit from those who came before him. Were that previous stuff not to exist and/or not exist in the ordering that it did, neither would Jung’s work exist nor would “Jungians” be a thing.

Everything that came before was mutations of the shit that proceeded it. Jung’s shit was a mutation of the bits and pieces he gleaned from the whole mess, and Jung’s shit can only mutate further from there. Branch. The old shit is still there, the purists are still free to do their thing, there’s just gonna be a lot of new shit heaped on top.

^The Ultimate Seduction (Klubbheads mix)^

You know what? Pretty much all that bullshit above has been sitting on my hard drive for right around a month or so. Was it really necessary that I inform you, the reader, of that information? No idea. I’ve not a clue when this will be published, nor do I know when you are reading this, nor do I know who the fuck you even are, nor why you’re reading my nonsense. Might be a something you’d be interested to know tho.

/shrug

I got lots more to write about, but ain’t gonna do it here and now.

I’m currently vexed by a thing or two.

I’m finding folds of skin that I didn’t even know existed.

I’ve suspected for a long time, sure, but never had any “proof”.

Would be quite something to find out how this is even possible.

Maybe even to find out some of what is behind it all.

And I really need to cut my fingernails prior to any involved typing.

I can type fair when they are short, I can type fair when they are long.

But when they are in that midrange stage?

Quite the challenge to type with middle-of-the-road length fingernails.

^DkA – Reborn^

cYacFa

^Lord Huron – Ends of the Earth (Official)^

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*Ha ha… The Jung Ones… /stubs butt… Seminal, Clicky, seminal viewing  for a teenager in the early 80s…*

Dear Reader, we hope you enjoyed Cade’s missive. As always, comments are open for any burning questions raised from the above, but in the meantime… Have a Song… 😉