Have a Cigar!

Apols, Dear Reader. I’m going to have to split this post in two; it’s laden with gifs you see, and if I don’t, you’ll never able to load the page. I’ll place a link to Part 2 at the end…

Roobee Rose Selfie Talking Doctor Who

*Starting with a selfie of us with Rose eh, Clicky? …/lights up… The Blue universe is as gooda place to start as any…*

*But actually I’m gonna start in the Aqua universe… /drags…*

Leggy has finally published Underdog Anthology VI: The Gallows Stone 😀 Ten stories, seven authors and a corrupted corruption of E.A. Poe’s ‘The Raven’ on the Dead Poets page at the end. It’s a real Halloween treat…

Leggy has written a spine-tingling tale about a haunted gallows stone for the book. Syncing, spookily enough, with the title of the second episode of the new Doctor Who series, ‘The Ghost Monument’. Fellow Underdog Anthology author, Cade and I viewed it remotely together on Monday evening…

Roob and Cade discuss the aqua tardis

*Whoa there, Clicky… /streams smoke… We’ll get to the Tardis in part 2… /taps ash… First let’s show Dear Reader how tobacco saved the day…*

The episode opens with the Doctor and fam floating in space. Now this could have been a very short episode, nay series, indeed. Because…

*Quite…*

Fortunately the gang are immediately scooped up to safety as ‘bonuses’ by the last two remaining competitors of an intergalactic contest, in search of the final leg, a shifting planet…

‘Winner takes it all, loser abandoned to death’. Dems da the rules of Ilin, holographic sponsor of the competition…

Doctor Gnos Hairs

*Art Majik… /puffs… on a cruel, deadish planet called Desolation…*

The first contestant to arrive for the final straight is Angstrom, a orange haired, spunky lesbian with a Norn Iron twang, from the planet Albar. She wants to win so she can save her planet and people from the Blue Tooth baddies we met in episode 1. The other contestant is Epzo, a gravelly voiced, gammon faced loner, who’s brought his own prize…

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*Tobacco! Promoted on a kid’s tv programme? …/sniggers… Butt it’s so politically correct, Clicky…*

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And did the Doctor enlighten Epzo to the dangers of smoking, Dear Reader?

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Not a bit of it. In fact she was quite refreshing…

Doctor waves

*Even after an epic rant about guns, Clicky, she detonates a fucking EMP bomb and fries the insides of an army of sniperbots… /nods approvingly… *

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And she said nothing when Angstrom cut Epzo free of a nocturnal, leech-like bandage baddie… With a knife!

His Story Key Ally

And when it came to a really tight spot – surrounded by a multitude of dirty, soul-sucking bandages, in a field of a choking acetylene gas – What did she do?

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*/final drag… Nicely done, Clicky… *

That beautiful cigar saved everyone’s bacon…

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… ‘Idiot’ Angstrom used the knife she carried to save his life; ‘Selfish’ Epzo gave up his longed for prize to save them all. So near the finish line; one of them would win and the other would die, what’s The Doctor to suggest?

Jewel Winners Joint First

*Get a Song, Clicky, love… /stubs butt… It’s too late to start Part 2 tonight. Those gifs took for fuckin’ ever to make…*

Sew there’s you go, Dear Reader, how tobacco saved the day on the BBC’s prime time TV show for children, and why the new Doctor Who series is as subversive as ever. I’ll post part 2, ‘Bloody Woman!’ tomorrow if I can. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉

 

Who Fell To..?

Earth (v.)

“to commit (a corpse) to earth,” late 14c., from earth (n.). Related: Earthedearthing.

Apols! I was hoping to write a post and include a link to the Underdog Anthology 6 (UAVI) this time, Dear Reader…

Doctor Gnosis 1

*Pass us me fags, Clicky. Ta… /lights up… This could be a shambles an’ half…*

… But unfortunately the publisher Leggy’s still waiting for some final corrections from Anthology author Justin Sunshine…

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*/drags… Bin nuffin butt sunshine recently in Frank’s posts in the Red universe, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*

… You’ll have to wait for that, Dear Reader, but with any luck UAVI should be published this weekend. Sew… instead l thought I’d write about that god-like scientist, the newly regenerated Doctor, who was last seen at Christmas…

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… Falling out of the sky…

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*/drags… You gno, this ‘ol premise reminds me of sumfin, Clicky… /streams smoke…*

… And who landed back on our screens last Sunday.

*I say, interesting choice of first alien baddie for her toof ace, Clicky… /plays with lighter…*

I gotta thank the Rev for his delightfully insightful Who companion posts for sparking off some insights of my own…

‘Ryan’s view count is nineteen, which is a CLEAR AND UNAMBIGUOUS reference to Paul Hardcastle’s iconic song about the Vietnam War, indicating a likely story arc for Series 12. And his subscriber count is sitting pretty at thirty-seven, which is not a random number and certainly NOT A COINCIDENCE. Thirty-seven, you will recall, is the age of Dennis the political peasant in Monty Python and the Holy Grail – a film that introduced us to the delightful Tim the Enchanter. You see? There was a whopping great clue about the identity of this episode’s villain smack bang in the middle of the opening scene, and not ONE of you noticed. Not one. I’m not angry, folks, I’m just disappointed.’

*/flicks ash… an’ furty seven’s also the atomic number of Roob Idiom… /puffs…*

*Kaiser? …/taps teeth… Yeah, I’ve heard that name a lot in the news recently… /drags…*

*Onna Crane! …/blows smoke ring… Well done, Clicky! She remembers she gnos who she is on a crane… /pats snout…*

All in all, I enjoyed this first episode with the new Doctor, Dear Reader, and I am looking forward to meeting up with the TARDIS again…

* ‘Opefully tomorrah, Clicky… /final dragand UAVI to be published to more ah as well…*

*I saw that last night, posted in the Blue Frank’s universe…/snorts smoke… Another smoker falls to their death ‘cos of nasty Not-see policy… /bows head…*

Swiss Army Sonic

* /stubs butt… Mount Lebanon, PA…*

Until next time then, Dear Reader, have a Song ❤

 

Click on Sunday

*Good morning, Clicky… /stretches… you feeling peckish?*

*What? …/yawns yughly… oo ont ips?*

*Aww… /pats snout… sorry, Click, butt I ain’t got no oven chips…*

Joe L announces Good News in the Blue universe

*Oh! …/facepalm… John McCain is dead?*

*Clicky? …/squints…*

MRS REGN: FlexiT Brexit

Not sure if you’d heard, Dear Reader, but the UK government seems to have got it’s self into a bit of a pickle over Brexit

*Aye. Big beast Boris went on Monday, Clicky… /lights up… an’ that bell-end Cunt caught ‘is big job…/drags… dunno how long he’ll ‘ave that for…*

*Oh yes, this is a deep purple post, Clicky… /puffs…*

*/blows… an’ yellow…*

I have availed myself of my banked Flexi-Time and taken this afternoon off from work. I wanted to catch up on some correspondence…

*TNT is from Norn Iron, Clicky… /flicks ash… but yeah, green…*

…And shamble about yesterday evening’s viewing with Cade. We watched the movie 300

Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 1Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 2Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 3Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 4

Never was so much owed by so many to so few.

Prime Monster ‘Winnie’ Winston Churchill, 20081940

Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 5

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‘Immortalised in Churchill’s often quoted assertion that never before “”was so much owed by so many to so few””, the top-down narrative of the Battle of Britain has been firmly established in British legend. Britain was saved from German invasion by the gallant band of Fighter Command Pilots in their Spitfires and Hurricanes, and the public owed them their freedom. Richard North’s radical re-evaluation of the Battle of Britain dismantles this mythical retelling of events. Taking a wider perspective than the much-discussed air war, North takes a fresh look at the conflict as a whole to show that the civilian experience, far from being separate and distinct, was integral to the Battle. This recovery of the people’s stolen history demonstrates that Hitler’s aim was not the military conquest of England, and that his unattained target was the hearts and minds of British people.’

Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 8

Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 9

*/final drag… Purple and yellow UKIP had a wolf, Clicky… /plumes smoke… Shame they dropped the smoker-friendly policy for the last election… /stubs butt…*

Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 10Cade and Roob watch 300 and shoot the shit 11

*/drops jaw… Wot? That Remoaner nob’s the Scottish police fed vice chair? …/whistles…* 

*Shit! Wot’s the time? …/clocks wrist… Fuck! Free Lions are already playing Crow Asia…*

Must dash, Dear Reader… Have a Song…

*…/lights up…*

*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Alex Robinson ‘as a post up abaht whyt?  …/flicks lighter… Well, the play’s the fing, innit? … /lights up… Wot Song did ‘we’ chews to tweet ‘er link aht wiv? …/drags… From the Yt Stripes’ White Blood Cells album? Clever fucka…*

snout butt

*Oi! I didn’t mean literally! …/coughs… Watch wot ya dooing wiv ya snout…*

*/flicks ash… Good movie, Clicky… /drags… ‘ope they do anovva…*

*Good idea, Clicky… /blows smoke rings…*

Sew, Dear Reader… In the Noose of the Whirled of MRS REGN, an experiment result is revealed in the…

MOVEMENT/AQUA UNIVERSE

…Leggy gets the scoop.

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Cigarettes AREN'T dangerous. Repeat, CIGARETTES ARE NOT DANGEROUS...

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...But their packaging art is PROHIBITED.

Moving on to the…

RESPIRATION/GREEN UNIVERSE

…The new Lashy Sophia talk syncs with MRS REGN posts.

Highlights: "The Game deals excellency" and "Evil has no colour"

Meanwhile in the…

SENSITIVITY/ORANGE UNIVERSE

…JP Gaultier has finger on fashion pulse.

"Go on, go on, go on, GO ON."

Amazing art wows in the…

REPRODUCTION/YELLOW UNIVERSE

…using cigar linchpin.

Necking...

urban dictionary necking

Oh, I got name-checked in the…

EXCRETION/RED UNIVERSE

…Red Frank renames Friday my day.

Roob and Frank Merovee selfie on sixes and sevens and the meaning of life

Roob selfie with Frank on Merovee

And this just in from the…

GROWTH/PURPLE UNIVERSE

…Cade expands on MRS REGN.

Lucky me! ❤

And last, but not least, from the…

NUTRITION/BLUE UNIVERSE

…Blue Frank foretells a coming Ceausescu moment.

Tiny Blur disgusted by Legs and Roob 1Tiny Blur disgusted by Legs and Roob 2

Roob selfie DMing with Legs

Well now, Dear Reader, I think that’s about wraps up this Sunday post…

*/stubs butt… Blimey! Furteen of ’em, Clicky, trapped in the darkness…*

Enjoy your week, Dear Reader. It’s shaping up to be a scorcher 😉 And have a Song ❤

 

*…/swallows…*

Son of Man Rene Magritte

*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Yikes! …/flicks lighter… Well, yeah, I can see why you picked Magritte’s Son of Man picture…  /lights up… Where’s the fuckin’ famous ‘diversity’ we’re all told to embrace, when super massive corpses, controlling cuntin’ everything, are encouraged? …/drags… It’s enough to make you blue…*

*/coughs… Yeah, well quite… /flicks ash… It’s like Paracelsus pissin’ well never existed…*

NUTRITION

In the whirled of MRS REGN, Dear Reader, N stands for Nutrition…

Roob asks Cade for his blue nutrition song

*If you’re gonna ask, Cade-style, why I assign blue to Nutrition, Clicky, I’m gonna have to refer you back my previous answer…/puffs… Red it? Okay, ask me another…*

Q. Roob, why do you refer to Frank Davis blog as the Blue universe?

A: *.../smokes...*

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O RLY?!?!? This is where my thoughts go, eh? 😉

Purge

What’s with that line on her left side that runs from under her left breast down and around her back? She must not be adequately hydrated or something.

SOMEONE GET THIS LADY UNLIMITED REFILLS OF A SUGARY DRINK!!! 

So what does a purge have to do with some hottie’s bikini lines? Welp, when you get to the end, you evaluate…

right? 

We’ve reached the end, and it’s time to dig out the calculators, sit back, add the columns, and reflect…

right in the big goddamn middle of the climax. 

Or should we cum first…and THEN do our sums? Might need a towel. Prolly gonna be some sadness.

‘Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters.’

Matthew 12:30

Yep, no matter what it is you do, someone is prolly gonna bitch about it. I mean, today is Sunday, and I personally am sitting here working my ass off. Sitting, and working my ass off…that don’t synch.

I bet her lips smell like hamburger.
^ARCANA – As The End Draws Near^

That looks a bit like “SoPi-I” run amok (shudder).

Butt it’s also kinda accurate.

/me shrugs

I found that image above when looking for “on the beach” gifs. Was thinking about the “nutrition” that we get from the sun, and “tanning” didn’t get me much cept for boobies and tanning spray memes. Figured I’d give “on the beach” a try since Brizdaz (Darren) over at the Just Watching The Wheels Go Round blog was recently talking about reading Nevile Shute‘s book “On The Beach“. That book is about…(drum roll)…the end of the world…via nuclear war. I personally have only read the first few chapters of that book, but there’s a submarine in it.

‘Vitamin E has a natural affinity to the skin but the amount of Vitamin E is reduced in the skin when exposed to sunlight. … UV radiation from the sun is what causes us to tan, and helps the body to make its own vitamin D, yet exposure to the rays also cause an array of negative reactions in the skin.’

Source = Google – 1 July 2018

So reading that, it appears that when we go out into the sun, we don’t need as much Vitamin E in the skin. Or maybe it just can’t live there anymore because of this new neighbor? Our body prolly starts recalling and hoarding that Vitamin E shit as soon as the sun starts to kiss our flesh, in order to seduce our precious bodily fluids and their contents. Maybe Gen. Jack D. Ripper was right about being sapped…

just wrong about who was sapping us?

Vitamin E

I wonder if there will someday be a vitamin “EIEIO”? Prolly be developed by Bayer/Monsanto and used in farm animals.

What a world.
^Cocteau Twins – Rococo (Sweden, Orebro – 25OCT1984)^

So let’s us nutritionize our brain sacks by blending a few MRS REGN arcs hither and thither, and see what we can come up with. These are going to be fades/gradients, from one color to another, and they are gonna follow some more or less “logical” arcs.

Aqua(Movement) To Blue(Nutrition)

Green(Respiration) To Purple(Growth)

Orange(Sensitivity) To Red(Exretion)

This One All Colors/Concepts Circle Yellow(Reproduction)

Nice to be in the sunshine.
TB Chihuahua

TB Kahuna

TB Caboose

TB Potato

TB Crapola

Don't worry...I'm not trying to program you 😉
^Hayling – FcKahuna (Perfect Sound Quality)^

Prolly much more to nutrition than just only sustenance. It would be cool as shit to someday hook with a gal, and we work together, we plan and plot together, we shop together, we cook together, we eat together, we clean together, etc.. Prolly do some shit on our own together too…nothing wrong with that.

Very nutritional.

‘O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;

‘my soul thirsts for you;

‘my flesh faints for you,

‘as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.’

Psalm 63:1

Not saying I’m gonna some day worship some gal…

but I prolly kinda will…

in my own way.

^Groove Armada – Inside My Mind (Blue Skies)^
Mmmmmmm...time.

All kinds of hourglasses going on there.

Weird tho … since that pic … is kinda … fuzzy.

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

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Well that’s it, Dear Reader, MRS REGN, or my take on the seven life processes that bind every living creature on and to this planet…

*/final drag…*

… To take the likeness of our creator, the gnostic Aeon Sophia, a.k.a. Planet Earth, Sun and Moon… ‘cos Selfie Sounds Like Sophie…

*/stubs butt…*

… And navigate her course correction. Clicky, Cade and I hope you’ve enjoyed our play… Have a Song ❤

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*LOL… like ‘streaming smoke’, Clicky… /pats snout… Yore such a wag. Well, Lashy does say Sophia’s an ancient fallen alien, who’s sumfin of a scientist… /lights up…*

 

*…/sweats…*

*Oh fanks, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… Pubs stink of sweat an’ piss now? No shit, Sherlock… /flicks lighter… Haha! Similar fing occurred ‘ere this week. Turns out the mess was down to Fing 1… /lights up… Luckily Loops fessed; I was about to blame Fing 2… /drags… Well, ya would wooden ya…*

*Tru… /sucks in nicotine… butt the bloo universe ain’t ’til Sunday, Clicky…  /blows out CO2… This post is about the MEROVEE read one… /scratches cheek…*

EXCRETION

In the whirled of MRS REGN, Dear Reader, E stands for Excretion…

*/puffs… Well, that’s one way of looking at it I suppose, Clicky…*

Roob asks Cade for a shit song 1Roob asks Cade for a shit song 2

*/flicks ASH… Cade-style? Sure, sure… Fire ’em up…/drags…*

Q. Roob, why did you assign the colour ‘red’ to ‘Excretion’?

A: *.../concentrates...*

Thats what he said

*/snorts smoke… Well yeah kinda… /blushes… Ask another…*

Q. Roob, why do you refer to MEROVEE as the Red universe?

A: *.../squints...*

*Neo or Leo, red or blue? A bit limiting, Clicky… /deep drag… Course, I’d take both… /blows smoke ring… Butt that’s me… /taps teeth… Still, can be messy… /puffs… Very messy…*

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If you want to be a good typist… … …wait… … …scratch that, and let’s start over.

If you want to be a really fucking good at typing on a computer keyboard, you are going to have to be a great computer keyboard navigator. You’re gonna have to get over certain preconceptions…

like looking at the keyboard as you type...

being fast…being accurate. I mean, when we type…

we wanna be understood...right? 

We’ve got something we want to say/express, and we wanna say/express that. Don’t matta howz we sez it, we jus wanna sex it. I mean, sez it. So yeah…don’t matta howz we sez it, we just wanna sez it…yeah?

I’m gonna suggest that the “home” and “end” and “arrow” keys are prolly the most important keys to get familiar with learning to use when typing on the computer keyboard. The home and end keys can get you somewhere precise very quickly, and the arrow keys can take over from there. This keeps that hand of yours off the motherfucking mouse, which will in turn speed up your typing dramatically.

Once you get good at reaching over and tapping the home/end keys without looking, you’ll realize that you can just as easily slide you hand just a bit and get to using those arrow keys. Once you can do both of those, you’ll start to wonder what in the FUCK you’ve been thinking all these years by using the mouse instead of the home/end/arrow keys to get your cursor where it needs to be.

Pro Tip: You ARE going to make mistakes. Bunches of them. It’s just part of it.

^FRONT 242 – Agressiva Due^
Excretion. Ex-skreet. X-Crete.

Crete

Hmmm….

‘The palace of Knossos lies in Crete.’

Wut’s dat mean? Yeah…that “Knossos” word. Let’s look it up.

Knossos

It only caught my eye because of a word that came to me by…erm… “mysterious means” …a few years ago.

Kenosis

And of course the inflection reminds me of something else as well.

Gnosis

Gnosticism

Divine Spark

Let’s go back to that “Kenosis” Wikipedia page tho. There’s something that kinda caught my eye on that page. Either something that has been added, or something that has been removed. So I’m gonna check the revisions page…

and yep...

that page has been edited 48 time since January of 2013. January 2013 is around about the same time that this “Kenosis” word somehow mysteriously crept into my head, I’ve visited that particular page quite a few times in the last 5+ years, and yeah…it appears there’s some modern modalities, arguments and perhaps even controversies that continue to intrude on this ancient concept. Must be some interpretive types of discussion going on behind the screens…I mean…scenes.

‘October 25, 2017 – Correct inappropriate link to emptiness as boredom, social alienation. Kenosis is the process of emptying one’s self.’

Wait…WHAT?!?!? Neither “boredom” nor “social alienation” are to be associated with “emptying one’s self” and/or “being empty”?!?!?!?

Ya know, one of the first ever illustrations of Lucifer that I ever saw was in a Bible that was given to me as a kid, and it showed this angel leaning up against a building in Heaven with his head bowed and picking at his fingernails. It was obvious that the artist who drew this pic was trying to convey that Lucifer was bored as fuck.

Lost.

Dejected.

Rejected.

Conflicted.

I mean, have these people editing Wikipedia actually taken the time to consider what “the will of God” may be with respect to time as it applies to you as an individual? What happens if you empty yourself out, but you do such a great fucking job that you are WAY ahead of schedule? Or something has changed? What if you are a hoarder by nature and this “emptying” process takes a lot longer than expected?

Boredom

Yeah…I think someone at Wikipedia might need to give some thoughts to the “verb” parts of “verbiage” in this context. I mean, you can even be busy as shit, and bored as fuck. Maybe so fucking bored that you nitpick the living shit out of anything and everything, up to, and including, the smallest of additions that may in fact have major impacts on how one thinks based on what is available to them, and when.

^FRONT 242 – Quite Unusual^

So let’s get away from these more abstract notions about emptying, and get onto some solid shit that is more directly related to MRS REGN. Let’s connect some dots.

Whenever you take something into your piehole, masticate it into sweet, sweet oblivion, and then swallow it, that and those process(es) are likely to start spinning up a lot of digestive processes within your being. I say “being” and not “body” because there is much more to eating than just and only “nutrition” as science seems to look at it. I mean, you wouldn’t be eating it unless it tasted good…

right? 

It prolly smelled good, looked good, may have even felt good…from preparing it, to dishing it out, to portioning it, to shoving it into your fat face…yeah…prolly felt good. So lots of processes going on there that you might not be thinking about, because it ain’t just/only about calories and carb content(s), and sugar amounts, and whether or not your gut is gonna hang over your new Speedo when you take them out for a spin at the beach next month.

So as you inhale that guilt burger and fries, your asshole prolly already starts getting messages that a delivery is en route and should be there within the next 12-48 hours. Unless the burger has botulism...in which case…a partial delivery can be expected in 2-4 hours depending on how much goes back out the way it came in.

Digress. 

Growth is growth. Doesn’t matter whether it’s packing on muscle, or ditching fat, or even both…you are either adding to the negative column(s) or subtracting from the additive column(s).

So yeah...growth.
^David Holmes – Gone (PFM remix)^

So…when we mix red with green, and red with purple, and green with purple, the above is what results. There are 21 distinctive iterations in each individual color change. So yeah, from base color to base color on each end, there are 19 colors between the two bases.

Actually, there are a lot more than that, but the tool that I used only gave me 19 changes between the two base colors.

But lets get it back to more like the more triangular connective image that I made above.

We gots us red in one area, green in another, and purple in yet another…all packed into a single space, and yet still packed in to single spaces. Makes for some odd concepts to think about…eh?

Welp, not really. I mean, you’d prolly not be very hard pressed to find an image of a person being scanned with an infrared scanned that shows body heat and/or temperature differentials, and those are not going to be much different than viewing x-ray images or catscans, or an MRI scan of some kind…

it's all about focus, focusing and what you are focused on. 

Do you wanna know where you are going? Do you wanna know where you should go? Do you wanna know how you are gonna get there? I can prolly help with some of that. I may even be able to help with all of that. Shits gonna get funky tho. Just sayin’. Maybe not tho.

/me shrugs
^public enemy – hazy shade of criminal – Greatest Misses^

If you need to take a shit, you should prolly focus on the successful completion of that process. Dump it, wipe it, flush it. Of course, you MIGHT wanna make sure you can facilitate the successful completion of that middle part, once you’ve actually located an adequate location to dump your yesterday’s burger and fries.

Always a good idea to check. 

But yeah, if ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Don’t pucker and clinch and hold it. I mean, your body has already done all the work for you…ain’t you got a few minutes to help a brother or sister out? OH!!! And don’t forget to wash. You’re filthy. We don’t want your filth.

Q: I wonder where that botulism you’re injecting in your face or whatever came from?

A: !!!

Prolly originated in a pig’s ass. Or unicorn tears. Maybe both. Meh…it’s your body…do whatever in the fuck you want with it. I’d prolly still kiss you.

^Zero – Smashing Pumpkins^

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inshitsherlock

*Me too! …/stubs butt… Say, go fetch Cade’s Song for us petal… /pats snout… There’s a good dolphin…*

Well then, Dear Reader, that’s Excretion in the bag. Two more aspects of MRS REGN to go under these micros’ scope.  Until tomorrow… Have a Song 😀