*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…*
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…*
Q. Roob, why did you assign the colour ‘red’ to ‘Excretion’?
Q. Roob, why do you refer to MEROVEE as the Red universe?
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.
‘The palace of Knossos lies in Crete.’
Wut’s dat mean? Yeah…that “Knossos” word. Let’s look it up.
It only caught my eye because of a word that came to me by…erm… “mysterious means” …a few years ago.
And of course the inflection reminds me of something else as well.
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…
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.
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?
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…
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.
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).
^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.
^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?
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^