… and Elena left a strange request on Thursday’s MFM post whilst we were in the act of remote viewing The Adventures of Baron Munchhausen…
“My favourite French word is Particuliar, if you would care to think about that and tell me what you see.”
*Synonymous with lying… /flicks ash… Pah! Tickle ya! …/grins… The movie certainly tickled me, Clicky. That scene in particular… So many big names in small roles…*
… But we started on Tuesday when the choice of movie for remote viewing that evening – Twelve Monkeys – was triggered by the news that the infectious Coronavirus had arrived in Seattle, Washington from the East…
*More like a confluence of influence, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Cade’s choice of documentary to view before the movie had a bearing, as I told Frank on MEROVEE the next day.. /blows smoke rings…*
*/final drag… Could a ‘thin coat of paint’ be considered sumfin of a film? …/stubs butt… Good film, though despite the scary sync… /sighs…*
On Wednesday Terry Gilliam’s fellow Python, Terry Jones, died…
*/cocks head… A higher sync? …/shrugs… Brrr, it’s getting cold… /shivers… I’d better finish this shambles and get sumfin to eat. You get a Song, Clicky…*
*I know we remote viewed Time Bandits last night but I wasn’t intending to include it, Clicky…*
Welcome, Dear Reader to the final day of the LoL’s song challenge, embarked upon a month ago by myself and Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil of Text US…
*That’s right, Clicky. Not just Cade and me. Also Poppie Sweet Pea…*
*And Leggy… /flicks ash… ‘Panoptica’ is coming along nicely, Clicky…*
… For this last task, we will be presenting songs that remind us of ourselves…
*So is that me and you, me and Cade or Cade and you, Clicky?*
*I knew it!*
Enjoy! 😀
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Day 30: songs that reminds you of yourself
Cade’s first song pick…
This one is gonna be cake.
Everyone is invited for cake.
After 30 days of this, everyone is entitled to cake.
Put in the time = reap the rewards…of cake.
There will be no cake
^Bruno Mars – Locked Out Of Heaven (Official Video)^
Roob’s first song pick…
It wasn’t until very recently that it dawned on me that the initials of this song, spell out my name…
R.U.T.H. = Can be slow on the uptake
*Good fing I knock about with an Hillman eh, Clicky? …/blow smoke rings…*
Cade’s second song pick…
Before I get to the song that makes me think about me, prolly best for me to say thanks to Roob for enduring this. She’d had to jump through a lot of hoops over the past month, she was ill for a good portion of that time, I think part of her family was ill over the holidays, but she’s hung in there and gotten the job done. Also gotta make a note that it was great that others participated too. Always nice when others contribute, and good conversation is good. Ya’ll have submitted a lot of music that I’ve never heard before, and I likely never would have heard it had you not chimed in. From me, thanks.
❤
For those unaware, I’ve been writing for and with Roob for 3 years now. We celebrated (with zero fanfare) our 3 year anniversary back in December, and it’s been hella fun. I’ve learned a lot from her. Nod to Legiron and CynaraeStMary for their friendship and mentoring as well.
^benny benassi feat. channing – come fly away^
Roob’s second song pick…
Back in the middle of 2012, when I first created my online avatar ‘RooBeeDoo2’ in order to join I.S.I.S, I was working in Construction Logistics as a Logistician’s Logistican. Frank and fellow I.S.I.S members started to addressed me as ‘Roobee’. Understandable really; RooBeeDoo2 is a bit of a mouthful…
Roobee = Ruby = Creative & Constructive
*The smokers’ universe is definitely blue… /plumes smoke…*
Cade’s third song pick…
There’s nothing for me to plug here, I have nothing to gain by doing this, so I don’t feel entirely guilty for what I am about to do. However, music that makes me think about me, is music that I myself wrote and performed. Years were spent sitting alone in a room writing and playing music. I have a giant box filled with cassettes on which contain these efforts, hundred upon hundreds of songs and song ideas, and its unfortunate that many of the songs that I am thinking of right now I’ll not be able to share with you here. Just no way for me to share them at this time. However, I will share a something I don’t really expect anyone to listen to, but yeah…this shit right here, makes me, think about me.
BTW, if you have an urge to listen to what little I was able to transfer to digital from analog, there’s a playlist of various nonsense of mine from 1989-1992.
^Devil’s Work – Side: Fun – Tracks 1 & 2 (1991)^
Roob’s third song pick…
Back at the end of 2012, when I first started experiencing ‘syncs’, I started writing about them on MEROVEE. From the start, Frank and the fellow commentating Mero-VEEPs referred to me by the much simpler ‘Roob’…
I challenged this challenge that challenged me. I didn’t expect this challenge to challenge me back. Also didn’t know if this challenge would challenge me, but admit that I did have the slightest twinge of fear that I would not be able to adequately rise to the challenges this challenge may present. If day 4 was a void of nothing for me, Day 5 is suddenly a void of everything for me.
The question is, do I let it flow? Meaning, do I choose the songs in order as they come to me? Or do I sit and stew and try to pick songs that I may have forgotten about. So far, all my picks have been whatever arrived from the memory banks first, so prolly best that I stick with that for as long as the well is producing water.
This was the first one in, and I can see myself rocking out in the home that I grew up in, black light on, AC/DC and black light posters all over the wall, and maybe me doing some air-guitar. Problem is, I could not remember the name of the song, and I was also under the impression that this song was off the album ‘Fair Warning’. Not so. It was off the album ‘Women And Children First’.
^Van Halen – Romeo Delight^
Roob’s second song pick…
My second song to be played loud is ‘I Could Be So Good For You’ by Dennis Waterman…
… and theme song from the TV series, ‘Minder’. I bought it as a single and love to sing along to it, so it’s pretty fucking essential that the song is played LOUD 😉
^Dennis Waterman – I Could Be So Good For You^
Cade’s second song pick…
Man, what a great tune. Weird as hell too. Songs like that one always intrigued me when I was young. What the authors were thinking when they wrote all that craziness? What inspires such madness? How did all that chaos come together to make some tangible and somewhat coherent something? Who in the FUCK thinks like that?!?!?!? Oh yeah…people like me. So yeah, the music made sense, but how to tame that energy, turn it into a trade, and eventually make a career out of it was a huge mystery. Anyway, whilst digging for the previous tune, I stumbled across yet another song of Van Halen’s that needs to be played at a high volume, but it’s not my next pick.
^The Prodigy – Smack My Bitch Up^
YouTube does not appear to like that song. Can’t say that blame them because I too was not particularly fond of the title and lyrics/was also taken somewhat aback when I first heard it. It was, and is, shocking. I hate violence, and more than that, I hate violent people. That said, I’d been around music and musicians long enough to know that there had to be some kind of secondary meaning. Something hidden. Some something that made The Prodigy “cross the line”, as it were. As to what the song meaning is? What the song is about? That’s for you to decide your own damn self. Digress.
Roob’s third song pick…
I’m going to cheat a little for my third choice, because it’s difficult to choose a single track from the Human League’ ‘Love and Dancing’ album. So here’s side A to pound and tickle your eardrums at the same time 😀
^League Unlimited Orchestra – Love and Dancing (Side A)^
Cade’s third song pick…
Two songs are tangling for my third pick. I could likely go on ad-infinitum with songs that need to be play loud, but I’ve no desire to create a ridiculous amount of work for Roob. Really am torn as to which of the two songs I am currently thinking about to use here, but I’ll stick with the one that arrived first. No idea how I originally stumbled onto this song, but glad that I did. It fucking rocks.
Tomorrow we’ll have songs that ‘make you want to dance’, Dear Reader, so be sure to bring appropriate footwear with you. Enjoy the rest of Sunday and have a Song… 😉
^Demi Lovato – Really Don’t Care (Official Video) ft. Cher Lloyd^
… So with some help of a song suggestion from Poppy Sweet Pea, above, and her beau, Leggy, below, I’m gonna let Cade take up the slack on this particular challenge, before revealing my one and only song choice at the end. Enjoy!
😀
^In The End (Official Video) – Linkin Park^
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Day 4: A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget
Cade’s pet peeve song picks…
Ewwww…seriously? I am being completely honest in saying that I am not reading ahead in the “30 Day Challenge”, and was completely unaware of what Day 4 had in store until Roob mentioned it in the Day 3 post.
Songs that remind us of people we’d rather forget
rofl…um, how to explain this without sounding like a self-centered and condescending prick. Let’s see here…my life is, interesting. Stormy. A completely normal life surrounded by the surreal and serendipitous bordering on the completely unbelievable by incredulous onlookers. A travesty. As a result, “abnormal” and “aberrant” are the norm, so its difficult for me to associate a single something with a single someone. I can associate songs with a particular time, and there may be a particular someone within that time that I can loosely associate with a song, but I usually cannot attribute a song to that person and that person alone. Perhaps its my love of music + my knowledge that associating a particular song with a particular someone is extremely dangerous. Good songs that mean a lot to us don’t come along that often, and for me, to associate a single song with a single someone or even a single something is a sure-fire way to ensure that you are going to hate that song at some point…all because of a someone that has little to nothing to do with that song.
All that said, I’m now thinking of a certain someone, and a certain song that served to break some of the tension as I drove her to the bus station.
^Pixies “Dig for Fire”^
Dig For Fire by the Pixies doesn’t make me think about that someone. Or at least, not just and only that certain someone. Does it bring back memories of that unfortunate situation and the events that led up to it? Sure. But wow, what a song. What an exclamation point on a situation. Someone had needs, I could not provide for those needs on the timeline in which they needed them, they decided to move on. Keep digging. Keep searching for the fire they need. This is just me, but its almost as if there was a certain providence to all of the goings on at the time, and those players who were represented as events transpired. Yeah, I’m talking 3rd parties of all kinds, even those that may reside in the more ethereal types of realms.
Was I hurt? You bet. Was I angry? Indeed I was. Do I still feel that pain even today? Yep. Am I still confused even after all these years? Absolutely. But no need to transfer that weight onto The Pixies, nor their album Bossanova, nor their song Dig For Fire. Plus, had all that not happened, you would not be here today reading what I am here today writing. There are reasons for everything. I don’t pretend to know what those are, but yeah, prolly some reasons that things happen in the way and ways that they do. Digress.
I guess some people feel that if you “don’t have a song”, there’s something missing in a relationship. A certain song that has a certain meaning to only you and your partner. Welp, I’m a musician. If I want a song that means something to me and you, and only me and you, I’ll write it myself. Needless to say, this next one kinda got grabbed by a certain someone, they attached some meaning to it, but I always felt that it meant more to them than it did to me. Sounds cold, I know. But again, I have an avenue to express my fire for someone. I don’t need someone else to do it for me. Regardless of all that, someone that I used to know latched onto this song, and I never had the courage to tell them that of all of the music Cocteau Twins have ever produced, this is probably one of my least favorite songs…only because of the additional meaning attached to it via a relationship.
😦
^Cocteau Twins – I wear your ring^
Sucks, because that is a fucking fantastic song. The ending sounds like how God got the idea to hang the morning sun in the sky after an eternal night of darkness.
Beautiful hands us no way lies a means of love On sounds and guard the stone, and bed had a law Answers written and I reason In the reign of sex, blown more than it’s pleased to be He’s a beauty affection, oooh
Men are so nice He pleases me fine He pleases me fine, fine, fine, fine Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
The music, the lyrics, the arrangement, the performance(s)…fucking genius. How in the hell can I hijack a song like that and attach my own personal meaning(s) to it as if it were somehow mine?
It’s as if I was supposed to melt every time the song came on. Difficult for me to melt even more when you are already a melted and gooey puddle that is completely and totally lovestruck. How do you top, what cannot be topped? I’m already head over heels, so where in the fuck am I supposed to go? Backwards? Back to where this song first became the anthem of my eternal an undying love? Sorry, can’t do it. You were already the sole object of my affection long before you knew that song even existed.
It means something special to you? Great. Seriously, I think that is wonderful. Just don’t expect it to mean the same thing for me that it means for you.
^Love And Rockets – No Big Deal^
Its sometimes tough to know how to feel about certain things. You’re likely going to encounter things you personally have never experienced yourself, and you may even encounter and experience shit you’ve never even heard of. That said, if relationships can come together, makes sense that they can also come apart. Some things come apart so goddamn fast, that you begin to wonder if the other party was ever actually working to make things work. But such is life sometimes. Some things require the hammer. The harsh stress test(s) to see if this certain something is going to stand the test of time according to your own liking. One drawback of the hammer test tho, is that nothing lasts for long, and certainly not under the hammer. All breaks, all fails, everything crumbles. Just does so a helluva lot faster than it would have otherwise.
So what is it you ultimately seek to achieve. What is this something you wish to obtain, and why is it you choose the hammer to obtain it. While its true that wielding the hammer can teach you a great deal about whatever it is that you are placing on the anvil, at some point you’ll likely need to reflect on what all of this is doing to you. What it is doing to others is obvious, but what it is doing to you? Not so much. In the right hands, a hammer can produce some amazing things. You’re likely to go through a shitload of material during the learning process tho. Might wanna make sure you’ve adequate supplies left available to create your masterpiece once you’ve mastered your craft.
^deadmau5 – Snowcone^
Five songs seems excessive, and much of what I’ve written thusfar may be interpreted by some as being bitter. You may even surmise that I am repressing. Avoiding the subject. Nope. I’m fortunate to have my own outlets. My own pathways for expressing myself and my feelings on a particular subject. Music, song lyrics, poetry, writing, I feel blessed that I have these avenues. Helps me to get on. Helps me to keep going. Experience enough sunrises, and you’ll know that the sun is sure to set. Experience enough sunsets, and you’ll know that the sun is sure to rise.
Doc Holliday: What do you want? Wyatt Earp: Just to live a normal life. Doc Holliday: There is no normal life Wyatt…there’s just life. Get on with it.
Movie = Tombstone
Normal normalcy is temporary, and all that is normal, is also fleeting.
Not to mention, I don’t like forgetting.
Forgetting makes me forget.
Makes me prone to repeating previous mistakes.
Makes me forget who I was.
That may even lead to my never being who I can be and/or never being who I could have been.
You’ll get my all for as long as you want it.
It’s all I have.
Forgetting? Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.
Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…
Get the fuck over it, and get on with it.
Not like I have a lot of choice.
😉
^Kill The Dead, Feed The Poor^
Roob’s first song pick and final word…
There is only one person I’d rather forget: I really don’t care for Tony Blair and this is the song that reminds me of him…
*In your D:Reams, Gordon! …/stubs butt… You utter Charlie…*
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Tomorrow we’ll be tackling songs that need to be played loud, Dear Reader, and you won’t want to miss that. To get you in the mood, have a Song…
For this past week, Dear Reader, my good buddy, Cade, and I have indulged ourselves in a spot of remote viewing. Three Brad Pitt movies on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and a thoroughly entertaining dose of ‘Dredd’ on Thursday…
… There was also the General Election on Thursday, and we remote viewed the results, as they came in through the night, via Yoot Oob…
‘In last week’s Mail on Sunday, after a month and a half travelling from Bolsover to Canterbury, St Ives to Chingford, Wrexham to County Durham, I predicted that Labour’s vaunted Red Wall was on the brink of collapse. I was wrong.
‘It didn’t collapse. It was smashed into a billion pieces. Atomised by the arrogance, ideological blindness, self-righteousness and viciousness of Jeremy Corbyn and his cultish followers.
‘When first elected in 2015, they inherited a battered but proud and functioning party. By the time The Absolute Boy made his graceless resignation speech in the early hours of Friday morning, all that was left was the political equivalent of the Manson clan.’
*Did you know that Dan Hodges… /lights up… can only see out of one eye? …/drags… Son of a double Oscar winning star… /plumes smokes… Great flick, Click. Surprised the fuck out of me…*
*Ha! I loved the credits on that too… /smokes… There’s been no Red Apols! from Labour either, Clicky, for their wankish policies or spiteful attitude toward voters for rejecting them…*
*You’d think! Government needs a strong and credible opposition to keep them straight, Clicky… /flicks ash… A thorn in their side, but this rump Labour lot…*
On Monday evening, we remote viewed Brad Pitt in ‘Seven Years in Tibet’. It was much better than I thought it would be…
*You know what they say about people in glasshouses, Clicky? …/thinks… There was also a full moon on Thursday… /drags… An’ then there’s de bussy… /blows smoke rings…*
… And on Tuesday evening, we partook of Brad Pitt’s new space flick, ‘Ad Astra’. That was more of a curate’s egg of a movie…
*/final drag… Corbyn’s willful blindness. Check… /cough… Dan Hodges is a one eyed son…*
*Yeah, there was a definite touché of class about the election result, Clicky… /stubs butt… *
…I can, however, highly recommend ‘Once Upon a Time in Hollywood’ to you, Dear Reader. Cade and I remote viewed that on Wednesday evening and it is possibly the most loving crafted ‘Fuck You!’ movie from Quentin Tarantino yet. Seriously good…
*Nice try, Clicky, but that wasn’t in the movie soundtrack. Go get one that is for us to end this shambles on… /pats snout… Off you pop…*
And that, Dear Reader, was the remote viewing week that was for Cade Fon Apollyon and myself. It was a lot of fun andthe Labour party got an immense kick in the butt. Perfecto! 😀
I’m having a long weekend away from the Tower, Dear Reader. Primarily to write and edit for the upcoming Underdog Anthology X, filled with Christmas tales to both chill and delight. I couldn’t let today pass, however, without shambling some heartfelt Birthday greetings to my good friend, Cade…
*I swear, Clicky… /flicks ash… you’ve fuckin’ got cake on the brain…*
… who DMed me on Twitter whilst I was pondering on how to proceed past the first Song in this post…
*A potential oral cure for madness in dogs… /puffs… a legendary tablet created by a god… /chews lips… and an anthology of ‘secrets’ purporting to be a missive… /scratches nose… Seriously, Clicky, what the fuck?*
*Cade’s not wrong, Clicky… /stubs butt… The Rosetta Stone and Thoth’s Tablet do look alike…*
*Seriously, Clicky? Ginny Thwaite posted that video at the exact same time me an’ Cade were remote viewing Big Fish last night? …/reaches for a cigarette…*
This weekend, Dear Reader, Cade Fon Apollyon, my Text US buddy and I have indulged in a double bout of remote viewing. It started on Friday evening, yet it was only at lunchtime today that I saw the glimmer of a sync vein running through the weekend’s viewing selection, but that had not been apparent to me at the time. And just like the start of our remote viewing binge of Friday, the sync realization and this post starts with Jeff Goldblum…
We started with Independence Day – my choice – from 1996. It’s a feel good romp if ever there was one, as mankind thwarts the evil machinations of an invading alien species intent on stripping Earth of all her abundant resources, and exterminating the residents…
*No, Clicky we didn’t watch that until Saturday… /drags… We watched two more flicks before Skyfall…*
… The next movie to undergo our synchronised remote viewing was also my choice, but this time I hadn’t seen the flick before, although Cade had. In fact all I really knew about it was gleaned from its descriptive title, and that Daniel Craig was in it. I mean, who doesn’t like to see Daniel Craig striped to the waist?
*Yeah… /streams smoke… I just heard the skyfall reference in the trailer, too…*
To my surprise, the film sported a host of big name stars and many actors we’d remote viewed together before in Deadwood and Carnivale. Now, I know what you’re thinking, Dear Reader: she chose the movies knowing both contained aliens… Is Jeff Goldblum an alien?
*Oh shit! I forgot about that film… /flicks ash… Perhaps we can remote view that later…*
No, at least I don’t think so. In the case of Cowboys Vs Aliens, the invading Extra-Terrestrial marauders were intent on stealing one thing…
*Yep…*
…gold.
*Golden shot, golden liquid and golden haired hero and villain… /smokes… But you’re getting ahead of yourself again, Clicky. There was another movie before that…*
To round of the evening, we remote viewed a movie selected by Cade that neither of us had seen before – No Country For Old Men from 2007. Billed as a ‘neo-western’, it was bound to include cowboys and probably ‘aliens’. It was Cade that spotted the ‘gold’ in that particular selection, earlier today when I asked him if the movie had connected with the substance…
*Little golden man. It won four of ’em… /blows smoke rings… An’ at the start, the hunter was hunting pronghorns. They’re dear like… /shrugs…*
*Hoof goof? Probably… /final drag… Clicky, That Thing You Do! came after Skyfall. Your timing’s all over the place today, buddy…*
Saturday lunchtime arrived and Cade and I decided to resume our remote viewing binge. Having watched aliens arrive from above, a rather sexy Daniel Craig and a monstrous Javier Bardem the night before, the choice was easy and it was mine to make. As far as I knew, Cade hadn’t seen Skyfall, but I had…
*Now that I think about it, James Bond is a spy touched by gold… /stubs butt… Golden gun and finger, Clicky. Golden Aiii…*
Unfortunately, we weren’t able to watch Cade’s next choice of movie, one that neither of us had seen before, due to severe lag…
*The appearance of Orlando Bloom was about as far as we got to before giving up, Clicky… /thinks… Orlando Bloom – Jeff Goldblum…*
… So we remote viewed That Thing You Do! instead, followed by Benchwarmers, a zany baseball comedy about ‘old men’ taking on young boys…
*Yeah! Gold dress, just like Cade said… /grins… Vikings and Danes…*
*And a little man in a goldenish shirt… /snorts laughter… Benchwarmers has also won golden awards…*
And that, Dear Reader, was a golden run through of Cade and mine’s marathon remote viewing sesh this we-kenned…
*Oh yeah…*
*Now that you mention it, we did watch the gold doc that had been sitting in Cade’s YT ‘Recommendeds’ all week… /lights up… Seriously, when was the gold business ever ‘clean’? And the ‘Artisan’ mining it pushed at the end? … /smokes… Sounds like regular gold mining to me…*
May your week be fruitful and fun, Dear Reader. Have a Song ❤
The “po”…roughly translated in Americanese, might refer to “the poor”.
The “T”…roughly translates to a junction, also means some sciencey and other commercial stuff here and there.
The “able” could refer to the dude that was unable to sense his brother’s murderous intentions, but might also refer to “a bull” if you get extra stretchy wif it.
But in truth, it's none of those things
po T able = “Top Table” where the “T” is shared backwards and forwards.
Guess I coulda done “po TT able”, but why use two, when one will do.
What do you think I am? Some governmental stooge or something?
^Fazerdaze – Lucky Girl (Official Video)^
Teaching = Indoctrination
Guess it all depends on which classes you sign up for, the school(s) you choose, who your teachers wind up being, all kinds of neato and interesting variables. Maybe also wanna consider who got the ball rolling in a particular direction and what their intentions were. So, with that in mind…
what's your story?
What kind of ball are you? What kind of ball do you want to be?
Crystal?
Charity?
Royal?
Foot?
Volley?
Bowling?
Eye?
Canon?
Those of you who are of the basket variety of ball can make your basket case now.
^The Breeders – Cannonball^
Let’s go ahead and start with some definitions before I let the cat out of the bag and spoil all the synchonautical fun.
I open when I need to be open, I close when I need to be closed. Same as you. Course, I might be closed when you personally need me to be open. Sry. Come back during normal business hours. And don’t ask me when those are, because I don’t know.
^Amyl and the Sniffers – Got You (Official Video)^
Some people are likely interested in building the m pyre, just to watch it burn.
^Starfucker // STRFKR – Golden Light^
My broken headphones keep dying. Showing signs of the final and non-fixable death. If you fine fuckers at Sennheiser wanna send me a new pair of Sennheiser HD 280 Pro’s to replace this broke-assed pair where the wire somehow broke within the crossmount thingie that goes across the top of my noggin’?
Send 'em on...I'll use 'em
I really don’t want to have to find the internal break and try and solder the wire nor cut the wire where I think the break is, and try and replace the section with something else. Could result in total calamity. Looks like that’s where I’m headed tho.
😐
^The Distillers “Man Vs Magnet” (Official Music Video)^
On more than one occasion, I’ve seen reference to the term “top table”. Typically in documentaries of the British and/or UK varieties, almost always in reference to some kind of international politics, and I guess Britain’s place at this table with respect to certain interests. Getting there, staying there. Having a say in goings on. National pride. An implied national Jonesing for keeping up with the Joneses.
Yesterday, I was kinda absent my friend Roob’s presence for a while, and it turns out she was watching some Parliamentary goings on in the UK via her telly. Some vote happened, and there were some results. I guess Boris’ somewhat modified version of May’s plan was voted down, some general election in December was not approved, and there was reference to some kind of bill that was recently passed which I guess didn’t stipulate that Boris/the PM should actually accept any offers made by the EU, so it had to be clarified or amended or whatever.
Anyway, I guess the agreement was turned down, the request for a general election was turned down, and it looked as tho a “hard exit” would take place at some point on Thursday, unless of course that lurking “extension” was accepted. Which, later in the day, I guess it was. Now it’s just a matter of seeing what happens today, and whether or not a general election is held on 9 December.
Labor. Labor. Labor.
Why does that ring a bell? Prolly something to do with getting dinged and the subsequent pain(s).
“For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.”
That might produce a ping and pang of pain(s) here and there.
^Ride “Leave Them All Behind”^
No stranger to the concept of the top-table, I. Growing up, family functions where food was involved, the adults had their table, the kids had theirs. Usually the kids table was in a back room or outside on the patio. The kids just wanted to eat, but in looking back, I get the feeling that there was more on the menu than just/only food for the adults. They had grownup things to talk about, and likely had to do so in grownup language. Stuff of the not-so-nourishing varieties to young ears.
We kids eventually grew to understand what was going on in that other room. And although what was actually being discussed was typically beyond us, we could get a vibe on whether this something was good or bad just by listening to the tone(s). The vibration(s) or lack thereof. If it got loud, it was bad. And you had to take into consideration who was getting loud + who was responding to that loudness and how. If dad was getting loud, that was bad. Especially if someone was getting louder in response. Dad usually kept quiet at gatherings, and anyone who crossed him when he did speak?
Le yikes...
They were taking their life into their own hands. And when one or more of the women started to get rowdy? Holy shit, I wanted to pack my shit and leave town, because that meant things had gotten just about as bad as they could get. For a female member of the assembly to not only speak up, but to do so in a combative and/or authoritative way? The shit had definitely hit the fan over some something.
Who was his cousin. Good question? Or poor wording?
Who was his cousin?
Poor wording, bad punctuation, I really don’t know which is the case in this context, nor do I know who “was”, other than the obvious and/or potential. The more you read it (who was his cousin) the less succinct it becomes. Not sure as to any “degradation” tho. Some people have more bumps and bruises in life than others. Some choose the path of faith, some choose the path of belief, and yes, those seem quite different paths to me. Faith in self, faith in others. Doesn’t matter if the ring is brass or gold or cryogenically-cooled steel, I ain’t looking for it. Sure as shit found a ring or two along the way tho.
Also
Who also was his cousin.
Awl sew.
Ah, so.
Lhasa.
Seven…Year…Zen…Tibet.
Tibet…or…you bet?
Seven years of Zen sounds nice irrespective of where.
Even if the place is the pits.
Can I agree to something I don’t understand?
Weird...very weird
^The Muffs – Weird Boy Next Door (Official Music Video)^
Dunno if you’ll actually watch this next vid, but a minute into the start, there’s a single hotdog wiener that the girl didn’t touch. Hopefully her hands were clean and free of contamination. Contamination on the wiener can be cause for concern to some.
^13. Melvins – A History of Bad Men (Live in Norway, 2007)^
Is it any wonder that peeps used to have single names/self-identifiers? Much less clay to work with in the bastardization department. Some might even come up with a something in the naming and nomenclatures department that is more or less bullet-proof. Like say, not having one/any.
^Sonic Youth – Bull In The Heather (Official Video)^
Was doing some reading the other day on the topic of MC 900 Ft. Jesus, mainly because I used some of his shiz in a post, and came across a gem of an interview with Spike Jonez via the footnotes.
“My friend Lou and I were on a trip to Dallas for a skate tour,” Jonze recalls. “We were in the hotel room and we realized: MC 900 Ft. Jesus lives in Dallas. Let’s find him! We started looking up Mark Griffins in the phone book and we found a bunch of them and just started calling them. My friend would say, ‘Excuse me, sir, how tall are you?’ After three or four we got one who just started laughing, and we knew we had found him. This was a few years before we did the video, but we talked on the phone for 20 minutes. It was awesome.”
That’s pretty clever as far as cold-calling goes. Very specific. Very succinct. Looks like you chose the correct password combination for that particular passageway.
Well done
^Dead Kennedys – Holiday In Cambodia^
Eventually, the well is gonna quench your thirst, and you’re gonna try and turn off the tap. It’s possible that you may even think the well has run dry. Maybe it has.
/me shrugs
^Dope Lemon – Hey You^
The well has run dry before. Stands to reason it’ll happen again. But that first time the well ran dry? Sure it was dry for a spell, but then, it rained. It rained a lot. It rained. And rained, and rained, and rained.
Q: Does it matter from which direction a rain comes?
A: ?->¿<-?
Are rains that come in from the west, the same as rains that come in from the north, or the same as rains that come in from the south? I would say east but we don’t get rains from the east here. Well, not until recently we didn’t.
But I’m wondering about the contents of the water in the well. Like, aggregate. Summer rain(s), Spring rain(s), Winter rain(s), Fall rain(s)…they can’t all be the same. So is their logic in the moisture(s) that are brought to where and when/via what direction? Here, we have a lot of swimming pools. That means that a lot of peeps around here have spent a good deal of time stewing in water that has a high concentration of chlorine. You drink that shit too via the public water supply. Over time, what does that do to a gal or fella?
I’m mainly thinking about the aquifers in this area and the waters that feed them over time. What nutrients and minerals were brought in, and what nutrients and minerals leech from the local environment(s), plus what all that adds up to. The particulate in the atmosphere is changing, so moisture in the form of rain likely ain’t bringing the same stuff it used to. When you consider the direction the moisture may be coming from at a certain time of year, then you consider the nature of agriculture as it was then and is now, add in the industrial usages of waters from the river systems and other varied water sources, there’s a shift happening right under our noses that may be so obvious that we’re missing something else entirely. Or maybe not. Lots of eyes on waters everywhere. Just depends on who you are listening to/not listening to.
^Ocean grabbing — local fishing communities under threat? | DW Documentary^
Dear DW,
You make some pretty good documentaries on some pretty interesting subjects. However, the music is really getting out of hand. A smattering of music here and there is great. It adds without detracting, and is a great way of hearing some new music I may have never heard before. However, I challenge you to watch the following documentary, and I want you to keep track of how much time within the film is absent of either music or some kind of ridiculous and over the top foley/added sound effects. Along with the narration, it is my opinion that you as the viewer are given no time whatsoever to actually think, contemplate, and make decisions for yourself as to the goings on depicted in the film. Of course, maybe that’s the point: tell the viewer what to think and why, and give them no time to ponder or question.
Have fun counting the seconds in that film, and thanks for the docs irrespective of my personal grievances with respect to them.
Love,
cFa
^The Beginnings Of World War 1 Explained | First World War EP1 | Timeline^
Anger? I get.
Rage? I get.
Fury? I get.
Pride?
I don't get that at all
Sure, I’ve taken it out for a spin here and there, but I don’t understand the concept. It’s the one thing you’re supposed to have, except when you have it. Then it’s the one thing you aren’t supposed to have. I guess maybe “pride” is like a philosophical hot potato.
See a doctor and get rid of it
^The Hives – Hate to Say I Told You So^
Speaking of well and wells and being well and water(s) and such, Sophie, Sophia, Sewing and Sofas sure have been appearing on the radar a lot of the past few weeks.
Anyone got a line on what’s up with that sopping? Too much gravy and not enough bread? Too much bread and not enough gravy? We all have our crosses to bear. So the story goes.
^IDLES – MOTHER^
Ever heard of a PPE? I’ve mentioned what it is before, but think it deserves a revisit.
Can you imagine standing in line at a brick-and mortar store, the price was $7.99 when you picked your whatever up off the shelf, but the person behind you in line pays only $6.99 for the exact same item because the price was changed/lowered after you picked the thing up off the shelf? Bet you’re angry now, eh? What if the price went up tho. Would you then snicker at the person behind you and think, “wow, I’m getting a really great deal!”
Mortgages work like that
Whether you do or don’t pay thousands over the term of a loan could change in mere minutes. Kinda depends on when you commit and why. You wanted the best price, you got it.
Pony up
Of course, if you’d have waited another hour, you could have gotten an even better deal. But is this really that big of a shocker? You’re in this game. Part of it. One of the wheels that makes the machine go, and every single thing you do is gonna cascade in some way, shape or form. Maybe you weren’t aware of that. Maybe your mortgage loan, and your committing to it when you did, was the straw that broke the finance camel’s back and made rates drop even lower.
Looks almost…balanced. Gotta keep in mind tho, some resonances are quite destructive when they are “balanced”.
Just sayin'
^Fontaines D.C. – Boys In The Better Land (Darklands Version)^
You hear about that dude that got stuck upside down on the chimney and died? Sucks. I watched some documentaries sometime back on people in the UK that demolish old chimneys by hand. Makes sense. These things were put up by hand, so, why not bring them down by hand. Brick by brick, up they went. But when it’s time to come down? Some just want the fuckers gone, and fast. I guess that was Nobel’s whole point tho. Watt’s also. Lenor’s and Otto’s. And Whitney’s, Tesla’s and Edison’s too. Do the work of many with much less and/or little to none.
Comparatively
Where was I? Oh yeah, died with a hammer in his hand. For those interested in the more mystical and associative kinds of inference, I guess “the hanged man” and “the dead man” instantly spring to mind. However, what about the man?
Yeah, the person
Some dude, working a shitty and dangerous job, something goes wrong, story ends. For him it does. I’d bet he didn’t wake up yesterday morning and say, “Oh boy oh boy, I sure as shit hope something goes really fuckin’ awry today and I wind up a media sensation which causes the soothsayers and psychics to lose their everlovin’ minds.” Considering the goings on in Parliaments all over the world, some might interpret that poor dude’s death as something…
symbolic
Ironic, that here I sit, doing pretty much the very thing I’m damning. Trying my best not to read into any symbolism, although my mind is certainly awash in symbolism tho. But at the same time, thinking about this dude, his family, friends, the people that had to try and rescue him/eventually pull his body down…all kinds of people affected in all kinds of ways, all over the place, both directly and indirectly/less-directly.
^John Henry: One of America’s Warriors^
How does one talk about things? I don’t think there’s an answer. Not a correct one anyway. You talk about a something, or you don’t. Either way, might wanna prepare yourself for a smack on the snout irrespective of which choice you make.
You can read just about anything. Draw all kinds of stuff from that and those well(s), make all kinds of conjectures and reach all kinds of conclusions. Still, you have to walk the walk of your chosen path.
^Psychedelic Porn Crumpets – Found God in a Tomato^
Having a dream within a dream sounds like a cool concept. Until it actually happens anyway. How do you relate such an experience, and to whom do you relate it to? For what purpose(s)? If you had similar or same and wanna talk, sure. But to just spout the experience out to garner attention? Well, that kinda makes sense too on some levels.
Being alone is...scary
Anyway, if you wanna talk, sure, I’ll give it a go, but I personally have no agenda. Any agenda(s) you might have/bring to the discussion may be a shade…transparent. Maybe not specifics, but a dark spot is still a spot. Easy to spot. In the interest(s) of transparency, prolly best I’m upfront about that.
Bring the noise
^Grimes – We Appreciate Power (Lyric Video)^
Hang in there fellow humanoid type entities. Sunshine sucks without rain. Oh, and this whole “potable” and “top table” mess started off because I dropped by C Frank Davis’ place first thing this morning and read his latest post. Lots of weirdness going on over there in the UK both inside and out. I guess there are those looking to create a wave of dissent they can ride until that magical 2050 mark. Makes sense, but also doesn’t. 2050AD/CE is arbitrary as hell whilst riding on a planet that is supposedly 4.5 billion year old, and this same planet is swimming in a 13.8 billion year old sea. Delay, until established, then hold. Hold until relieved. That’s the only thing I can figure.
… was provided by a gentleman called Gary V. Foss. A poem by Sam Walter Foss is reproduced by Cade in his new missive, below…
*No idea… /drags… I know Cade met up with MEROVEE Frank this week… /plumes smoke… And it’s possible they share an ancestor…*
*Yeah, Jen was there too… /smokes… Could you butt out now, Clicky? I’m try to introduce Cade’s missive… /sighs… Now I’ve completely lost my train of thought…*
*******
When you make all my dreams come true···
···you’re basically taking all my dreams away from me.
Maybe even taking from me···
···my ability to dream.
Q: Now what?
A: . . . ─ ─ ─ . . .
Unfulfilled dreams potentially being a key to immortality. Almost doesn’t make any sense. Guess it all depends on what type of individual you are, and maybe whether or not you like to share.
^Swedish House Mafia – One (Original Mix)^
How to relate such a seemingly complex concept. I know! Let’s do a sing along type thingie! I’m gonna put a poem here by Sam Walter Foss called “Two Gods”, and I’ll put this here audio recitation of the poem performed by MC 900 Ft. Jesus so you can read along.
Won’t this be fun? We can get our dream(s) back on.
_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_=_
A boy was born ‘mid little things…between a little world and sky.
And dreamed not of the cosmic rings round which the circling planets fly.
He lived in little works and thoughts…where little ventures grow and plod.
And paced and plowed his little plots…and prayed unto his little god.
But as the mighty system grew…his faith grew faint with many scars.
The cosmos widened in his views…but God was lost among his stars.
Another boy in lowly days…as he to little things was born.
But gathered lore in woodland ways and from the glory of the morn.
As wider skies broke on his view…God greatened in his growing mind.
Each year he dreamed his god anew…and left his older god behind.
He saw the boundless scheme dilate…in star and blossom…sky and clod.
And as the universe grew great…he dreamed for it…a greater god.
¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯=¯
A step further. I’m wondering about that one further step. That seed which feeds the need to dream and/or continue dreaming when all is done and there’s nothing left to do. One more thing do to. One step beyond? One thing? What makes reality? Is that maybe what made reality? The absence of dreams and dreaming? Oh, and Happy Friday shitforbrains. Only six days until Halloweed.
❤
^MC 900 ft. Jesus – Bill’s dream^
My youngest was in discussion with Whatshername the other day whilst I was in getting a drink, and he commented that, “Halloween didn’t seem to fit the fall model.”
It didn’t fit. Doesn’t jibe. I piped up and said, “That’s the point. Compliment via contrast.”
He told me, “that makes no sense.”
I laughed, agreed, then sauntered away from the conversation.
Have thought about it a lot since then tho. Because of where I live, “fall” could arrive anywhere from late July to late December. Just depends on the amount of rain(s), and/or when the cold finally arrives…if it arrives at all. Not to mention that we here in the USA have that mysterious “Thanksgiving” holiday that baffles the living fuck out of the rest of the planet, and it’s right there in the middle between Halloween and Christmas. My thoughts on “the season of fall” differ somewhat from his. Is it my job as a father to remedy that? Or is it best that I let him formulate his own opinion(s).
I'll keep you posted
^Must Be The Feeling^
Thanksgiving kinda fits a bit with Halloween, and Christmas and Thanksgiving kinda fits with each other, but Halloween and Christmas are like…polar opposites. I guess that’s how he’s seeing it anyway. Makes sense, but also not. When I think about all three of those holidays, I think trees. Food is also a prevalent theme in all three, and so is/are family/families. But Christmas and Thanksgiving are kinda more-closed loops, whereas Halloween is kinda open in that and those regard(s). Public. Strangers. Parties. Trick or Treating. Unknown and unknowns.
Lots of maybes
Maybe that’s where a secret lay in the mystery of the somewhat ostracized nature of Halloween. Or at least, within public perception(s) and/or perceptions of public perception(s).
^Showtek – We Like To Party (Original Mix)^
Ya know, another thing is that Halloween in its current incarnation (at least here in the US) is kind of an evolving thing. It’s no longer just “dress up your house a bit to make it look scary, play scary music out the window and give away candy to trick or treaters”.
Its a growth industry
People are starting to go fucking nuts over it, and not just and only a few weirdos and extremists here and there. Streets are as likely to have houses decorated at Halloween as they are to have their houses decorated at Christmas. I’d imagine the current growth of Halloween is somewhat like the growth of Christmas in the 1950’s and 1960’s. The Great Pumpkin has gone commercial.
^Rocky Horror Time Warp^
DO A BARREL ROLL!!!
^Do a barrel roll !^
When I think of sleep with no dreams, the first thing I think of is death. That’s probably a kinda normal thought amongst “the living”. But my own mind runs to my death-dream/sleep-paralysis, then straight to Thoth and something said about these “12 that sleep forever”. Mainly because I’ve often wondered what it is that provides us humans and other lifeforms with the ability to dream.
Would it be possible that there was an original dreamer who ran out of dreams, dreams no more, and as a result, we can dream our own dreams? Admittedly, if you’re of the agnostic, atheistic or similar faith(s), you aren’t gonna think that there was some original creator(s)/dreamer(s) out there somewhere who thought this whole nightmarish mess up…it just happened. But what I’m also thinking is that maybe there was a “dream pool” and this original dreamer and/or original dreamers didn’t drink the dream well dry. Maybe he/her/them/they or whatever just drank their fill then took a break so that all the shiznit and stuffs they created could actually do what they were created to do. Which, one reason at least, may have been…
to dream
Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, those 12 sleeping fuckers who appear to be able to be able to go anywhere they want, at any time, and can known men’s minds or however it was worded.
^Stealing Sheep – Show Love^
Loads of stuff we don’t understand. Might be aware of something, maybe not. Irrespective of awareness, we may not understand whatever it is we are aware of. Frank Davis kinda touched on this topic a bit yesterday.
Weird. Anyway, we’ve got these fields around us, and these fields around us have other fields contained within this field. So what is driving us? Dark? Light? Both? Some other weird, crazy, and otherwise funky shit we’re missing? Prolly more to light, than just and only light. Gotta consider not only light, but its source and sources. Giving some consideration to the properties and states of light might help. And what I’m thinking here is…
why do work that is already being done?
If you can leech off of an existing process, maybe you utilize an intermediary, you can then ponder the merits of symbiosis and/or more/less symbiotic relationships. What is/is not intrusive, creative, additive, argumentative, complimentary, disruptive, destructive, malicious, benevolent?
etc..
^Highasakite – Mexico (Official Music Video)^
If you’re having trouble following, maybe instead of thinking just and only photons. Maybe venture a bit outside of the “light box” with respect to the transference and eventual dissemination and interpretation of information and data. Maybe think about electrons, associated binaries, message delivery and transportation systems of all kinds, then maybe have a peek at the data(s) that is/are being transferred, via what mediums, why…
shit like that
The Telephone Game is a good representation as to data handoffs and data integrity, what checks are implemented, where and why, etc.. I recently brought back up “the 8 levels of darkness” again. There are actually 15 levels, but the point is how things move, where, and why they move that way, in a particular environment.
8 down
7 in
1 immovable
7 out
8 up
I’ve not given “the light levels” much thought, primarily because the dark levels are in fact “light levels”. They just operate differently. Plenty of light in the dark; it just behaves differently. And if you’re thinking dark matter/dark energy, you’re not on the wrong track.
That said, I don’t know if I am on the right track in thinking that these dark rings are in fact the reorganizational processes that create the dark matter/energy and act as the conduit between matter and antimatter. But that’s what I’ve been seeing for several years now, and the addition of time in any all instances when penetrating the rings tends to kick me out, so to speak. I don’t think it’s necessarily that time does not exist nor cannot exist there. Maybe just a matter of it not existing in the same way and ways.
I do know I had an inkling of how to actually split a Quark this morning, and it scared the fuck out of me. Primarily because a few years ago, I saw, potentially anyway, a way that Quarks might have infinite up/down properties within a single particle. Infinite positive and negative charges. They were ridiculously long, yet finite, and my mind instantly ran to strings. Not given the topic much thought since then. Not till this morning anyway.
^Swedish House Mafia ft. John Martin – Don’t You Worry Child (Official Video)^
That poem was written a really long time ago.
Two Gods
If you had told me at age 10, that a poem like that was written in the late 1800’s, I woulda said you were fucking nuts. Everyone “back then” was god-fearing and pure. So I was told anyway.
^Chromatics – Tick Of The Clock^
Some teachers prolly get sick and fucking tired of certain students. Some teachers prolly get sick and fucking tired of teaching.
Someone recently pointed out and reminded me that even Jesus seemed to get sick of people’s shit.
lolz
I had forgotten all about that.
^Happy Up Here (Datassette Remix)^
A skateboard company. Looks like almost everyone is on board
^I.D. Under – Song X – Genericide 1989^
Your view of me is stylized; it’s not me. Only I know me, and even I don’t know me as well as I’d like to, so I guess in effect, nobody knows me. Same goes for you. Same goes for everyone I guess. Still, anything and everything you’ve got in your head about me, is stylized. Pretty much means that your ideas are…
flexible
Moldable, shapable and able to be molded and modulated via all kinds of ways, means and methods. Outside influence may not even be requisite for you to bounce from opinion to opinion. So what’s going on inside? What are you bouncing around in there, and why. Things like, oh…I dunno…you gave me that crown, and you can take it away. Something like that? The wolf that wins, is the one you feed.
So I'm told anyway
^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^
When I think “141”, two things immediately pop into my head, both are aviation related.
With respect to “sync numbers”, one could technically punch the number “141” into my internal memory banks, and this would provide access to related information and data via those two primary pathways via the 141 sequence. For example…
Andrews Air Force Base, McLean Virginia, Paris Texas, Tyler Texas, monarch butterflies, midair collision(s), blue and white, orange and black, 66322, touch and go, Grayson County Airport, Davy Crocket
Those are some ancillary types of things that instantly pop into my head when I hear the number “141” and/or the sequence “one four one”. The more that I think on 141, the more that pops into my head…
Precision, raining and cold, I-66, skeet, neon orange, Aunt Geo, Chesapeake Beach, Route 4, PX, minesweeping helicopters, allergic reaction to tattoos, 3,000 feet, south, hot, rough...it gets more and more clear and cloudy at the same time
These are my memories. Places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, things I’ve done, levels of involvement, levels of removal, hearsay, fact, truth, fiction, fantasy, lies…
its all mixed in there stewing in the same pot
With respect to memory and memories, and in regards to remote access of said information, is it possible to “feed” off of information via intentionally planted/implanted numbers and numbers sets? Something I’ve pondered for a while now, and I’m wondering as to quite a few concepts regarding frequency and/or utilization(s) of the stream(s).
^In Your Machine^
Old video below, but one of the comments on the video kinda caught my eye: the one about Oklahoma, and mainly because I distinctly remember 3 earthquakes here in 2014. And the fact that there’s mention of “the Oso Washington landslide, that killed 39”.
Seems like there was something in the news just this week where 39 people died in a truck/lorry. Did some reading tho, and it looks like the death toll in Oso eventually climbed to 43.
So yeah, no connection(s) whatsoever
^Wyoming Landslide: Slow Moving Disaster^
Let’s say that you gain access to “Memory X” using the 141 sequence. Later, you want to prove to a colleague that you’ve gained access to “Memory X”, you again use the 141 sequence, but it doesn’t work like it did the first time. Meaning, you input your 141, but the output is something different that the original. This could be either a different result entirely, or perhaps nothing at all, but a deviation from the original. So you increase the frequency of the inputted 141 sequence. Eventually, you get the access to “Memory X”, but it took 14 iterations of the 141 sequence to achieve the desired result. Or maybe 41 iterations. Or maybe 140 iterations.
What was and is your base? To relate what I’m talking about, let’s say you stroke the small of your girl’s back for the first time, and she goes bonkers. One soft simple stroke, and she’s starry-eyed and weak-knee’d. Next time however, you stroke the small of her back, and nothing happens. So you repeat the procedure a few times, eventually she comes around to that original point you remember so vividly from your first experience.
Q: Does the second memory muddy the first?
A: What if there is no second memory?
In the context of which I’m speaking, I would imagine that your subject would need to be unaware of your number sequencing/number syncing so that they will rely upon their own internal experiences and data sets, which will give you access to these same experiences/data sets. Anything externalized is likely to provoke defense mechanisms and close off access to the individual’s internal hive.
So, the next question is, how to upload both false memories and modified memories? Provide some varied contrasts so that the original remains more or less intact, but your subject is…well, let’s say…susceptible. Muddy the memory, and the absolute becomes subjective. But only internally. The external can maintain clarity and rationale because the points within the set(s) are distinct and isolated which keeps both the point(s) and the set(s) from commingling in the “fuzzy logic” centers. I mean, this person’s life keeps on ticking. Keeps going. They’re piling more and more data in the banks each and every moment of each and every day. Loads of “similar not same” data piling in there that could possibly not provide the contrast to make better distinctions. Especially if the subject is currently in a loop or perceives themselves as being in a loop or some other dead-end type of situation. Final question…
Q: In an existence with little to no contrast, contrasts and/or contrasting elements, does all contrast become “stark”?
A: ???
Was just thinking how easy that might make the manipulation of emotions. You could corrupt a spirit.
^Datassette – Computers^
Just went back and was reading that Sam Walter Foss article on Wikipedia, and noticed it says he’s featured on New Hampshire historical marker #114. Actually, it says “number 114”.
To be exact, it says (number 114)”
I wonder if 114 and 141 are actually the same number in a different sequence representative of similar not same things + similar and same things + exact same things/identical things. May seem an odd reference, but I’m reminded of the 30 Rock episode where they’re all playing poker and Jack Donaghy discovers he can’t read Kenneth the Page. No tells to tell. No tales to tell?
Q: If someone is dead inside, can you extract anything?
A: ¿??¿
Supposedly, dead men tell no tales, so it makes me wonder about the dynamics of “the deadman” with respect to remote reading. Doesn’t matter the mode(s), method(s) nor reasoning(s) either. The deadman is just as alive as you or anyone else, just a tad…dead. Dead in there. Dead space? Dead zone?
/shrug
Maybe some tactical maneuvering is in order. Also looks like he died in 1911.
^Dead – Pixies (RB3 Expert Guitar)^
Tic, tocs, and what is getting that inertia going in the first place? Get the right matter, with the right inertia, at the right speed, set to the right angle, add the right energy/energies with the same considerations, and you just might be able create an entanglement that’ll go on and on for a very long time. Might explain why certain configurations last for the amounts of time that they do. Especially in certain environments and/or at certain times.
Pre-flood, people supposedly lived for what is now considered to be some very long periods of time. But after the flood, not so much. Above, and below. Different time(s), and different configuration(s), different results. Gonna be some disruptors and disruptions. Might explain the membranous and somewhat episodic nature(s) of many of the things we see and experience. Many of the things that do and do not exist. Periodic tables, maps and star charts. Might also explain the whens and whys of why a lifeform might choose immortality over reproduction or vice versa. Sometimes the episode needs to run a bit longer than 22 minutes, sometimes not.
^Bobby Caldwell – What You Won’t Do for Love (Album Version)^
Star Charts and Sea Larks
I haven’t thought about that in a long time. I wonder what she’s up to.
^Will Sparks feat. Luciana – Sick Like That (Lyric Video)^
Dunno if revisiting old syncs is a good thing. Dunno if it’s a bad thing either. Seems kinda weird to never revisit a somewhere that is important to you. If there’s nothing keeping you away, and nothing telling you to stay away, why not go? Gotta be something pulling you in that direction.
Or pushing
Dunno…maybe I’m just circling the drain, and seeing the same shit on the way out that I saw on the way in.
Sup? Nice to see you again. Catch you on the flipside, I guess.
Maybe
^Holy Fuck – The Pulse^
Can you believe that a thought on having a dream come true inspired all that crap?
What a nightmare, eh?
I do know that the thought of potentially splitting an infinitely long and infinitely massive particle sent shivers down my spine. Considering the self-sustainability angle(s), one has to ponder the contextual nature of what “infinite” really entails, and where. The infinite paradigm itself is well established, it’s possible, plausible, and even probable. Now you just have to consider if you want to be the one to light the fuse or not.
CLICKY: Have a 
Well, this is strange...
DO A BARREL ROLL!!!
A skateboard company. Looks like almost everyone is on board
Star Charts and Sea Larks
Have a great weekend
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