Missive To ‘Merica: Sup, Birthday Boy?

*Excellent, Clicky… /lights up… You brought cake…/drags… Anyfin else?*

*I see… /streams smoke…Noun or verb … /smokes… Inner resting…*

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…*

*A big tablet? …/laughs uproariously… Sync!*

… who DMed me on Twitter whilst I was pondering on how to proceed past the first Song in this post…

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*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?*

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*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…*

big fish siamese twins

*/lights up… Amazing…*

… So, happy birthday Cade Fon Apollyon! Welcome to 52…

Jack rolls ball to Danny

Have a Song… and some Cake 😉

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: The Golden Hind-Sight

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…

*Lights up, Clicky? …/lights up… Very droll…*

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…

Roob and Cade discuss old gold veins

*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…*

That thing you do anacronism gold record

*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…

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*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…*

Cade and Roob discuss gold

*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 ❤

CLICK5: Trump et FarAge

Story Time: Secret of the Flaming Zombies

 Welcome, Dear Reader…

Previously at the LoL

*Thank you, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*

… to one of this year’s Halloween tales…

Stranger Zombies

*That’s Sarah from work and her mate Nina. They love cosplay…*

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*Oh yeah. And Sarah’s a huge Underdog Anthology fan… /grins*

… from Underdog Anthology IX: Well Haunted. Enjoy! ❤

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Secret of the Flaming Zombies

By Roo B. Doo

Fucking Halloween again, and Lol and I were attempting to simultaneously drown and burn the horror of my working day, surrounded by flaming zombies, with a continuous flow of Flaming Zombies. It was Lol’s cockeyed theory and we were testing it to destruction at our favourite watering hole, downing the bar’s ‘Halloween Cocktail Special’.

Of course ‘working’ is meant in its loosest possible sense, as no work gets done on Halloween at F.A. Kontrell. For the past three years, the stupid fancy dress competition, themed staff activities and spurious assertion that “it’s for charity, Harry,” has trumped all else. It was especially galling this year to hear The Fat Kontroller’s echoing predications regarding the fancy dress competition’s alleged philanthropic underpinnings, dressed as he was as the 45th President of the United States. I assumed it was Donald Trump my boss was attempting to portray, but he may have been going for ‘grotesque Oompa Loompa’. Or perhaps he was attempting to recreate what our mouthy receptionist Shazza looks like at her very best. Like there’s much of a difference between any of those. Sad!

It had taken most of the evening and several rounds of drinks, but Lol and I had finally managed to exorcise much of the contempt I felt for my work colleagues, and were about to embark on solving the abomination that is my love life.

“Ya know what your problem is, Harry?” Lol mashed his neatly manicured but highly intoxicated finger against my chest. He leaned in conspiratorially in order to tell me beneath the hubbub of the bar. “You’re never gonna find love ‘cos you’ve still got the hots for Jodie.”

“Who’s Jodie?” I returned his finger prod with an equally intoxicated index finger prod of my own. Not as manicured as Lol’s but then he’s always been something of a tart with regards to his appearance.

Lol looked momentarily confused. “Jodie from your office, Jodie. You know, ‘The Goddess With The Never Ending Legs’,” he smirked.

“Oh you mean Josie. Well, she’s gone now,” I replied glumly.

Josie had been F.A. Kontrell’s HR temptress; the angel with an elfin face, framed by raven black curls, atop of a smoking hot body, had left for another job at the start of the year. I’d felt bereft every day since but more so today, as Josie’s choice of Halloween costume for the past two years were not only glorious to behold in the flesh, but the memory of her ‘Wonder Woman’ and ‘Little Mermaid’ outfits still warms the cockles of my lonely heart. Particularly at night, in bed.

“Come on, Harry,” Lol said, shaking my shoulder in a misguided attempt to lift my spirits. “That girl was always out of your league. She spurned all your advances.”

It could have been the alcohol, or the fact I’d been keeping a secret from my best friend for nearly a year, but I suddenly felt the urge to wipe the smug look off his face. Lol’s a bank manager – they always look smug; it’s part of their job description. “Who says she spurned all my advances?”

What?!

Success! I thought evilly and sucked noisily on the straw in my hurricane glass, hoovering up its alcoholic remnants and rattling the ice. “You get another round of these in, Money Bags, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Somehow Lol managed to sport a look of utter disbelief and wide-eyed wonder. “Really? You actually found where the never-ending legs finish? I don’t believe you, Harry.”

“Certainly did!” I burped indignantly, handing my empty glass to Lol. “Not only found, but explored and defiled. Supped upon her licksure of life.” I giggled at my own joke; it was either that or cry.

Lol’s jaw dropped. “Fuck off, you never said! When was this?” he asked with rising incredulity.

“Last Christmas.”

“Oof, Harry! Wham!” Lol feigned a smack to the jaw.

“Oh yeah, Deadpoo’?” I slurred, shooing him off toward the bar. “Then prepare for a double whammy – I wasn’t the only one on the expedition.”

It never ceases to amaze me why dropping a glass in public elicits a round of applause from strangers.

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*Quite! …/stubs butt… Now I’ve gotta write it…*

The story continues in ‘Lust Christmas’, which will appear in Underdog Anthology X: Subtitle tbc. Out in time for Christmas 😀 Dear Reader, have a Song…

* Can I hear cowbell? …/thinks…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Mid-Week Spammich

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po T able

Wah tour…wah tour…Avree Wear®…

Butt gnaw…tuh duh rawp…Treblinka.

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.

Poverty (Redirected from Poor)
T (Disambiguation)
M
Able
Crossroads
Junction
Taurus
Drinking Water (Redirected from Potable)
Potable
Potable Water Diving
Colloidal Gold (Redirected from Potable gold)
Avree
Wear
Top
Table
Toptable
Tabletop
Top Table
Top-Table

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.

European Union (Withdrawal) (No. 2) Act 2019 (Redirected from Benn Act)
Pyre
Wicker Man (Roller Coaster)
Gerstlauer Euro-Fighter
Eurofighter GmbH
Pyrenees
Black Hand (Serbia)
Kingdom of Sardinia
Cheech & Chong’s The Corsican Brothers
Allied Invasion Of Sicily
Balkans

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.”

Romans 8:22 (NKJV)

Labor Parties everywhere, and not a job in sight.

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)^

JANUS WORDS

Last Name = Janus, First name = Hugh

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.

Spike Jonze dishes on his classic music videos (and Dallas’ MC 900 Ft. Jesus)

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.

Standard Operating Procedure
Sop
SOP
Piety
CouchSurfing
Couch Surfing
Couch Surf
Iwye

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.

PPE

The Dirty Little Secret Behind Internet Mortgage Pricing Engines

Dynamic Pricing

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.

Someone's did
^the flowers – after dark^
Well, this is strange...

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.

Augur

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.

^London Grammar – Strong [Official Video]^

cYacFa

^Tito Y Tarantula-After Dark^

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Story Time: ‘Cos Play’s The Thing!

Welcome, Dear Reader…

walk this way.gif

*Appropriate… /lights up and smokes… Very nice, Clicky…*

…to last year’s Halloween tale!

youre putting me on

*Shh, Clicky, let Dear Reader read…*

Enjoy! ❤

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‘Cos Play’s The Thing!

By Roo B. Doo

I was having a lovely dream. The sort of dream you dream about having. Josie was sat over me, exquisitely filling her Wonder Woman costume with her tanned and taut flesh. Her righteous arse cheeks, spread, hovered tantalizingly above my face, the blue silky gusset that ran between them was nearly within touching distance.

“Copy that, Elvis. Coming in to land,” Josie said curtly, followed by a burst of static. “And I hope to God Harry has managed to get the undercarriage down.”

It was then that I realised we were about to crash. I hadn’t been able to find the invisible landing gear that Josie had implored me to fix. The one on her invisible plane, the plane she was now bringing in to land. I looked down past my feet at the ground zooming up toward me, before stealing one last glance up at the in-flight entertainment above. “Oh fuck!”

I woke in a sweaty start to the urgent buzzing of my iPhone on the bedside table. “I’m up!” I yelled into the cool, empty darkness, before hitting the snooze button and flopping back onto my pillow, clutching the phone to my gut. It felt smooth and hard against my hot skin.

I’d been dreaming of the Josie again, F.A. Kontrell’s HR Manager and the office goddess I’d been lusting after since the Fat Kontroller, our boss, had hired her into the fold two years ago. Last year she’d dressed as Wonder Woman for Halloween, and just like in my dream, Josie had filled the skintight costume to perfection. In real life. Unfortunately, and exactly like my dream, she remains just as elusive. One day, I sighed and snuggled back down under the duvet to review the highlights of this latest dreamy romp. The next time my mobile phone suddenly vibrated into life, the intrusion was much more welcome.

Hallo-fucking-ween again, I thought malevolently when I finally got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I’d never been fond of the ritualised bollocks foisted on us as markers of time – Christmas, Easter, Halloween – but since the Fat Kontroller had given our bitch of a receptionist, Shazza, carte blanche to organise the festivities, I’d come to dread their arrival for the inevitable disaster that followed.

Last year, the old boy had been railroaded into a last minute ‘dress up for charity’ celebration of all things Halloweeny by Shazza, whilst I’d been out of the country, enjoying the delights of Ibiza on a well deserved break. That sorry episode had resulted in a blood-splattered bathroom, a year’s worth of PTSD therapy for Ian, our lanky and highly impressionable apprentice, and a grand sum of £22.50 raised for a charity – still undisclosed – a fiver of which was extorted from me for not not knowing I needed a costume!

Well not this year; this year I was prepared thanks to Dana Cossetti, high-flying VP of the American conglomerate that has recently swallowed F.A. Kontrell’s biggest client, Clovis, whole. We’d been introduced to each other back in the spring, whilst Dana was making a whistle-stop tour of her firm’s European acquisitions, and the Fat Kontroller was looking to secure the lucrative contract he’d signed with Clovis by any means necessary.

Any initial disgust I felt at being pimped out by my boss was soon dwarfed by lust for his selected john the moment I clapped eyes Dana Cossetti’s legs and heard her earthy, Texan drawl. And being a Yank, she took both Halloween and competition very seriously indeed…

Dana Harry Convo 1

Despite the godawful hour, arriving first at the office does have certain benefits: picking the best parking spot for one thing, lack of Shazza for another. Mainly it allows me to get on with some productive work before the Fat Kontroller rolls in. Today it also meant I could get changed into my Halloween costume with some degree of privacy before the rest of the rabble arrived. Except upon arrival I found the security alarm switched off and the main door unlocked. I pushed it open and peered into the deserted, unlit office beyond. “Hello?”

Shit! I bet he’s here already, I fumed, striding round to my desk, expecting to see the Fat Kontroller. I was stopped in my tracks though by a loud thud from the other side the office. Not him then, I surmised and changed direction, curious to see who’d beat me in to work. “Who’s that?” I called out but was greeted with silence.

Perhaps it was the date or that the far side of the office was bathed in deep shadows, weakly lit by the meagre daylight that eked through from beneath the window blinds, but it felt very spooky. I suddenly felt the urge to creep. What if it’s a burglar? I thought. Why the fuck didn’t you switch the overhead lights on? I shifted the garment bag carrying my costume to over my shoulder and crept forward, Scooby Doo style.

“Hello, who’s there?” Nothing. I picked up a stapler from a nearby desk and held it open in front of me. Oh yeah, that’s bound to scare off an intruder. Why not brandish a fucking ruler and threaten a stinging slap?

“Harry, is that you?” Golden light flooded the corner of the room as the door to the far office opened. Josie poked her head out sideways, her raven tresses tumbling down in a waterfall of curls. She looked relieved to see me. “Oh thank God, I need some help with this thing.”

Pfft, burglar. I strolled up to her office, getting rid of the stapler as nonchalantly as I could on the way. “Sure. What’s the-” I felt my jaw drop. “Problem?”

“It’s stuck,” Josie gasped, looking over her bare shoulder. She was wrestling with the zip at the small of her back. “The zip feels stuck but I can’t see why. Will you have a look?”

If last year’s Wonder Woman costume had been a joy to behold, then Josie’s mermaid effort today was nothing short of a triumph of form over fantasy. Hallelujah! my brain screamed.

“Wow, great costume,” I croaked, sinking to my knees. It was going to take every ounce of willpower to not press my face up against her fulsome, metallic gold arse, and kiss it. Profusely, scaly or not.

“It’s a bit elaborate,” she purred, running a delicate, tanned hand over the flare of her hips and down the curvy, shimmering, fish scale printed fabric. “But I couldn’t resist,” she informed me with a girlish giggle and a swish of her tail.

Oh you’re fucking killing me! I mentally wailed but decided to keep my mouth shut: my hands were shaking, my eyeballs were sweating; I couldn’t be any more nervous if faced with a bomb, pliers in hand and commanded to cut. I furtively licked my lips. “Um…”

“Can you see where it’s caught?” Josie asked pushing her fishtail arse closer to my face.

Breathe, you idiot! I took a gulp of air and dived in. “I think it’s caught on the lining.” I tugged and pulled gingerly with nervous fingers until the zip and lining freed themselves of each other. With a sigh of relief, I fastened her costume up with a smooth zziiipp and sat back on my heels. “You look… magnificent.”

“Oh thanks, Harry.” Josie tottered round and gave me a full frontal of her washboard stomach and the pink clam shells cup bikini top that shielded her perky breasts. I could have quite happily sat there all day but she held out her hand to help me up. She spotted my garment bag discarded on the floor. “Ooh so you did remember to bring a costume this year?”

My costume? I’d quite forgotten all about my costume; my costume had been completely blown out of my mind by the way she looked in her costume.

Missing out on the chance to win a bottle of Glenfarclas for best costume at last year’s Halloween hullabaloo had stung. The Fat Kontroller had donated it as first prize and he only ever drank the finest whisky. I’d idly mentioned it to Dana, who taken this year’s competition as something of a challenge. My costume was really Dana’s costume; the only input I had was to simply wear it, and share first prize with her when next she was in town. A Christmas date I was looking forward to immensely .

“Come on, what are you wearing?” Josie asked impatiently.

Well this is awkward, I thought with a mental grimace. I rocked up onto to my feet and started to unzip the bag. “Funny story, Josie. An American mate sent this to me about a month ago…”

Dana Harry Convo 2

“Oh my God, Harry, we’re both mermaids for the day!” Josie laughed, freeing the fishtail of my costume from its protective casing so that she could fondle it. Strange, she seemed genuinely delighted that, essentially, someone else would be wearing the same frock as her. “We’ll be twins!”

“If you mean like Schwarzenegger and Devito, then yeah… Totally!”

“Oh Harry, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Josie said coyly, perching on her desk and lazily swinging her legs so that her fishtail glittered and gleamed. “You don’t look anything like Danny Devito.”

Fuck! Is she flirting with me? “Whereas you look exactly like Arnold Schwarzenegger?”

Josie picked up a shell encrusted mirror from the desk and peered at her reflection. “Only when I’m on my period.” She quickly placed the mirror back down. “Hey, I know. If you changed now, we can go sit out on reception and wait for the others to arrive.”

Here? She wants me to take my clothes off here? I was confused and still reeling from her flirting. If that was flirting. I decided not to chance it. “Okay, I’ll go to the ladies.”

“No!” She slid off the desk and bunny hopped toward me. “No time to lose. I’ll help you. These things can be a bugger to get into.”

“Well alright then,” I said shrugging off my coat and biting my lips to disguise my grin. “You know Shazza’s gonna be pissed when she gets in and finds us camped on reception.”

“Better than that, she’ll be absolutely horrified!” Josie flashed a wicked smile and plucked the garment bag from my hand so that I could get undressed. “Happy Halloween Harry.”

Dana Harry Convo 3

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Igor eye wobble

*Way to roll your eyes, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

Doo come back on Thursday for ‘Secret of the Flaming Zombies’, a tale from Underdog Anthology 9: Well Haunted. In fact come back any time you like, Dear Reader. And have a Song 😀

Missive From ‘Merica: #141 Hellifino

Dear Reader, the splendid artwork on the new Underdog Anthology…

UA9 Cover

*/lights up… Thank you, Clicky…*

… was provided by a gentleman called Gary V. Foss. A poem by Sam Walter Foss is reproduced by Cade in his new missive, below…

friends its all relative 1

 

*No idea… /drags… I know Cade met up with MEROVEE Frank this week… /plumes smoke… And it’s possible they share an ancestor…*

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*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…*

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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.

Sam Walter Foss
MC 900 Ft. Jesus
Hell With The Lid Off
God
Dream
Memory Consolidation

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.

Why Can’t I Build Cancer Models?

 

I’m headed a different direction than Frank, but will wind up in the same general vicinity.

Aura
Field
Aura (Paranormal)
Aura
Field (Physics)
Field
Luciferin
Luciferase
Photoprotein
Field = To go out and fight

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.

14 CFR Part 141 – PILOT SCHOOLS

Lockheed C-141 Starlifter

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.

Q: What was your base?

A: What is your base?

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.

^fluke – baby pain^
Have a great weekend
^AURORA – Runaway^

cYacFa

^Highasakite – Camp Echo – I Am My Own Disease HD AUDIO^

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We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader. Come back later in the week and we’ll have a Halloween tale or two for you…

*True, my Underdog Anthology X story will be related… /stubs butt… I just have to figure it out…*

…And have a Song ❤