Missive From ‘Merica: Double Header

Well, it was going to be a double header for Sunday, Dear Reader: two missives from Cade, butt… in the end I spent the evening with Thoughtful Man, helping him catch up on Doctor Who episodes…

*I was only going to watch the new episode with him but he kept asking “What happened to Clara?’ and “Who the fuck is Nardole?” …/sigh…*

*Yeah, and it’s not even like hadn’t seen those episodes before… /thinks… It almost like… /squints… like he was playing dumb or sumthing…*

So without further ado, Dear Reader, here is The Okie Devil’s second missive for Easter Sunday. Enjoy! ❤

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HAPPY EASTER DOUCHEBAGS!!!

It was on this day a coupla thousand years ago, that someone died/was killed, then…WHOOSH…vanished.

Q: When did this “person of interest” vanish?

A: ???

^Matt Lange – Escapist^

I guess when we think about our own lives, and the stories that we hear, there is a simultaneousness that is created over time with respect to stories that we hear over the span of our life. Maybe an understanding that is always there, that is balanced by a non-understanding, or vice versa. Maybe this is an additional factor that sometimes drives us to know. But there’s a problem with even that. I guess someone trying to prove that this is correct or incorrect is going to have to prove the proof at some point. So you’re gonna have to recruit. You’re gonna have to figure out how to find others that think the way you think, or believe what you believe, so that you can prove whatever it is that you are trying to prove.

Q: Is this what has happened to teaching/teachers?

A: SAY WUT?!?!?!?

I’m only thinking of my own experiences, and how those experiences of the “mine” variety relate to those that I have observed around me who have shared their similar experiences with me.

Yep…still trying to understand, exactly what it is that I am supposed to be understanding.

So…practice. Or…”in-practice”…if that makes more sense.

^Matt Lange – Count It^

If I seek out someone to help me, is what they recommend considered law?

If someone seeks me out for help, is what I recommend considered law?

That’s kinda how I operate. At least, how I try to operate. This is what I was taught. But I’ve found that the practical application of these precepts pretty much necessitate throwing them out the window first-rattle-out-of-the-bag upon encountering either. This allows me to view anyone as I interact with as an individual…and not some situational statute that must be adhered to and followed.

This is a person who’s experience and experiences are going to vary within the aforementioned constructs. And when we get topical as to the specific issue at hand? The potential(s) become damn near limitless as to the possibilities within that particular exchange. Maybe this is another place where we get things really fucking right and/or really fucking wrong within certain disciplines of human endeavors. Maybe it’s because of all of the shit that we continue to omit under the assumption of “if it wasn’t needed then, we ain’t gonna need it now nor ever.”

Oh yeah?

Q: What’s the issue?

A: WHAT?!?!?

Yeah. What’s the issue? Done this before have you? Oh…you have? Hmmm…then why are you doing it again?

^deadmau5 – Polaris^

Prolly why “the cyclical models” work so well AND fail so spectacularly. You include one time as the base for the cycle…and then…leave all other times within that time out.

Almost sounds like…growth.

Soooo….

Q: If we take a single bacteria…and intentionally “suspend” that living organism’s “anima”…what does that do to time?

A: ?¿?

Are you thinking small or big here with respect to time and times? Because if you aren’t thinking singularly, with respect to the nested time and times, then you are prolly thinking destructively.

Time stops for one, time stops for all.

Impossible?

Are you thinking “instantaneously” with respect to that stoppage? Or are you taking time into consideration there? Time does have a flow to it afteall, even within the context of simultaneousness and or singularity. So let’s think of this in terms of a freight train that encounters an issue.

Q: If the engine pulling our train suddenly stops completely, what happens to the cars that this engine is pulling?

A: Almost has an "unstoppable force meets immovable object" kinda ring to it eh?

Welp…reactions take time. Irrespective of the amount of time that reaction takes, and irrespective of the observers ability to comprehend/measure/quantify that time.

Q: If time stops for one, that cascades and causes time to stop for all, how would you know?

A: ...

Time has stopped for you. How would you know?

^No Mana – Metronomes For Pulsars (Monstergetdown Remix)^

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Maybe this video below helps with the concept of “unexpected persistences”…and how they relate to immovable objects/unstoppable forces…and maybe not.

/me shrugs

^Hancock Saves Ray ”Train Scene” – Hancock-(2008) Movie Clip Blu-ray HD^

Thinking of time as motion that perpetuates itself through its system via systems that creates this system, what happens when time stops at location “A” via a “System A Stoppage?”

A = Location time stopped.

System A = system that stopped at location A.

Q: What happens to Location B/System B?

A: A + B = X

X is simultanous there as both “A” and “B” and “X” when “X = A + B”…but there is going to be a compounding factor since we don’t know the result(s) of any…let alone what those results will result in over time over times over time.

So…”X” always exists. It’s simply a matter of when and where “X” coalesces and/or manifests and how.

X = The Mystery in the now, via the past, to the future.

When X = Z? Game Over.

Maybe if you think of “When X = 0″…instead of “when X = Z” or “When X = Ω”…that’ll make it seem less creepy.

BUT FEAR NOT!!! For there is not simply one set of “A + B = X”…there are two.

Heh...heh...heh.

^deadmau5 & ATTLAS – bad at titles^

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Yep…two sets.

A + B = X
X = B + A

But, I’m gonna go ahead and point out that these two equations are simultaneous, because of the third iteration of this equation that is embedded within it. I’m not ready to post the full equation yet because I don’t know how to describe it other than just show you the original equation that spawned the other two equations that are nested in a single equation. My oldest son came up with the equation, and I am trying to explain it. I guess this is what “real scientists” endure at the behest of their ideas, but I can only guess. I’m not a scientist, real or otherwise. Just someone who happened to be in the right spot to see some things coming together in a lot of ways that make perfect sense, and no sense whatsoever.

So the embedded third set is going to be…

A ->< - X -><- B

Maybe if you keep in mind that “X” is always simultaneously “X” and/or “A” and/or “B”…that’ll help. Just keep in mind that “X” is always “X”, but “X” can and does become “A” when and if it does…

X = A| = |A = X

Once X becomes A, A pushes X to a placeholder for “B”…should “B” eventually manifest/need to manifest. However I should also point out that even in this mode, “A” is still unknown, and/or, known but unrealized. “X” is gonna help us in the now, via A/B, beginning to end.

^Robert Oaks – Apparitions^

So now that we have A = X, we can move on to…

A + X = B

To help a little bit as to “the role of X”…think of splitting “X” like so…

X = \/ + /\
X = > + <

Yeah…a dynamic pointer in a 4-dimensional space that is manifested in the 5th dimension that has 3 extra dimensions of time.

I think of “X coalescing” as a wink. That X only becomes X, when its time for some evaluation as to how to proceed from there. Keeping a “one two, one two” kind of marching cadence is going to help. Because once we find our “B”? X is gonna become a little more dynamic than it already was in its static representation.

EX: When A + X = B, = A + B = X, X = X/Y/Z

So...

A + B = X

and/or

A + B = X/Y/Z

The addition of “Y” and “Z” are going to give us a little “cushion”…if you will…and they are also going to be representative of “A” and “B”, but BACKWARDS…as a method of accounting. An “audit trail”…if you will.

Any of this sound familiar to anyone?

Yeah…it erm…crosses some lines.

But if you keep in mind when and where these lines originated in the first place? Maybe that’ll make it seem less creepy. That’s my hope anyway.

^deadmau5 feat. Grabbitz – Let Go (NemesiZ Remix)^

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Anyone else gotta report to work tomorrow? SUCKERS!!! I”M UNEMPLOYED AND NEVER WORK!!! HAHAHAHAHA…or something (I’ll try and work on maintaining my composure better)

^Blue Mora – Life^

If I told you, that the original model for time as we know it now, was made out of wood, would you believe me? More than that, what if I told you that this model for time that was made out of wood? Yeah…it eventually became the engine that started time as we know it today, once this model was put into motion.

Maybe if you think about the time that it took to create this model, and the amount of time that it took for this model to run in order to create the time and times that we know today…maybe that’ll help.

I’m seeing 6-sided blocks, that are arranged like some psychotic “Jenga” stack, that are actually tumblers that roll and tumble in a sequence that activates/deactivates the blocks that it comes in contact with, in multiple ways in multiple dimensions…all at the same time and at different times. There are certain blocks in motion, and some that are at rest, but the whole is always in motion. Maybe if you think in terms of infinities embedded within the concept of eternity, that’ll help.

We are talking about Chaos Theory here, and how The Butterfly Effect is going to relate to Sting Theory and Quantum Dynamics. I intentionally changed that term from Quantum Mechanics, because we are talking about looking backwards through time at the motions and actions of the machine itself, and the results set and sets of those dynamics, and how they relate to our world/universe today. If Quantum Mechanics and Quantum Cosmology are spit, and neither is making progress in either regard, welp…even stagnation has a dynamic.

Not trying to combine anything there. But that is the intent at some point as far as I can tell. Coming together? Weird when you think about that concept in a Universe that is always coming apart. Hmmm…coming together in one place, and coming apart in another. Whodathunkit?

^No Mana feat. Winnie Ford – Constellations^

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I guess we can learn things “on our own” if we keep that “on our own” concept in perspective. It’s damn hard to do that’s for sure. I guess it’s sad for me personally, to at this point have to think about weaponry and “advances” with respect to discovery. But I also know that I am not alone in this regard. Lotta examples of people who are seeking peace somehow finding war, and people seeking war finding peace, and blah blah blah.

Yeah…very “blah” sounding, all that war and peace is. In our time, just over the last few days and weeks…bombs being dropped, missiles being launched/fired, weapons being deployed, others being tested. Its confusing as shit. It’s even more confusing when you try and rationalize confusion into making some kind of sense. Hell, that concept of “rationalizing confusion” sounds warlike in and of itself. I’m not suggesting that you hit your knees every time that you do something, but maybe a pause within the confusion here and there ain’t such a bad notion.

I mean, we are becoming a 24/7/365=366 world, in a world that could already be defined as existing in such a tense and tenses. But requiring someone to work on day that you yourself refuse to work on? Requiring someone to work hours that you yourself do not work? Requiring someone to adhere to standards you yourself do not adhere to? Yeah…I think shit like that is going to have a natural propensity to manifest itself in ways that you can neither anticipate nor understand. And how in the hell are you gonna make these connections or reach some sort of understanding as to their plausibility if you continue to dismiss the same potential sources over and over again.

Insanity = Doing the same thing over and over again, using the same methods and expecting a different result.

Welp…I have some problems with that particular quip. Mainly, because it seems to be all about time and times, and yet omits time completely. It’s “result(s) based thinking” at its worst…and/or at its best (to be fair). And I guess that’s really what this is all about, eh?

Fairness?

I dunno. Maybe you have a different agenda.

/me shrugs

^ATTLAS – The Machinery Chewed^

There was an odd reference to “the wine-press” somewhere I stumbled across recently. Which made me think of “The Grape” as “The Butterfly In The Wheel” in that “Wine-Press” context. But thinking about it now, it also makes me think of this concept of Kenosis, and what a mysterious concept this is even to someone like me. Someone like me being, someone who is comfortable with the concept of God/gods, and equally comfortable with the concept of no God/gods. I dunno what in the fuck they are or would be, and haven’t bumped into any lately, so why would either concept not make sense? Welp, that’s any easy one…”because they don’t”. Meaning, they don’t make sense because they don’t make sense to someone. The fact that something not making sense to someone, also doesn’t make sense to you personally? Yeah…makes sense. lolz.

^HolyU – Hidden Lines^

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The thought of being hooked up to some machine in order to “prove” that I don’t know something? Yeah…kinda scary. I mean, I don’t know why you are hooking me up to this machine/why you didn’t believe my original answer, but that’s gonna make me question myself…make my mind race. Especially within the context of all the other confusion that is going on. Order comes out of chaos? Is that really your line of thinking? Because you might have “the order” confused or out of context there. If “the machine” knows “the truth”…then my suggestion would be to ask the machine, and leave me out of your fucking process and processes altogether.

^Robert Oaks – It’s Coming^

This is a pretty good batch of songs, yeah? Not that you are listening to any of them, but a lot of new shit in there from the Mau5trap label via a random YouTube playlist. Good stuff.

^Notaker – Abyss^

Q: If you are going to “take me for a ride”…what consideration(s) are you really affording me?

A: ¿?¿

I mean, I was enjoying the ride I was on just fine thank you very much. Why arbitrarily snatch me off one ride just to put me on another, under the auspices of “yer gonna love this one!” Gee thanks…lolz.

I guess the answer is pretty simple. Need and needs. That’s why I try and look at things as objectively as I can. The concept of “elders” and/or “someone more knowledgeable/experienced” is real…so why would this concept not be equally true in practice? Yeah…lotta smart people in the world. Lotta experience and experiences experiencing things. I guess maybe that notion of “when to poke your head up, and when to duck your head down” helps out sometimes. But in a time when a grenade or bomb can “get you” just as easily as a bullet? Yeah…shit can get confusing. Situations can easily seem winnable and unwinnable at the same time.

So…if you’re gonna make me play, I play it my way as best I can. I guess that’s why the concept of “the solider” works both in theory AND in practice, although it works for the same AND different reasons depending on whether the soldier in question is in training or combat.

In Training: Soldier = Fighting selflessly for God and country.

In Combat: Soldier = Fighting for self and comrades.

Yeah, that Russian Nesting Dolls concept ain’t that hard to grasp, but it’s damn hard to hold onto. Weird.

^No Mana – Static^

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I guess that’s enough nonsense for one particular whatever. Not trying to set any kind of record. And I know that I just created a shitload of work for someone else to now have to sift through and evaluate. Maybe me shutting the fuck up will help, so let me do just that…right…about…here.

NOTE TO SELF: Take a shower today. You stink.

^Tinlicker – As We Wake^

cYa | cFa

^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^

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Missive From ‘Merica: Time And Relative Digestion In Space

It has been a quiet Easter weekend, Dear Reader, which I have mostly spent watching movies with my pampered pooch, Poppy, asleep at my side. Last night after watching the new Doctor What episode, I decided to re-watch a favourite moving picture of mine, called ‘The Fall’…

… And later read Leg-Iron’s latest post…

In between I received a new missive from The Okie Devil, reproduced for your enjoyment, below…

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There once was a man from Kent.
Whose dick was so long it was bent.
Although it was trouble…
He’s stick it in double…
And instead of coming, he went.

^The Chemical Brothers – Let Forever Be^

There once was a man from Lampasas.
Whose balls were made out of brass.
He’d rub them together…
And make stormy weather…
And lightning, shot out of his ass.

^PropellerHeads – Bang On!^

We haven’t had a “wavy wall” in a while, so let’s take a question from The Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade, what are you doing?

Cade: You mean like…”my goal?”

Q: Yes.

Cade: Welp, I have no idea. Any suggestions?

^Boo Yaa TRIBE feat Mack 10 – Bang On^


HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY SHITHEADS!!!
TOMORROW IS MOTHERFUCKING EASTER!!!
DID YOU BUY YOUR MOM A FUCKING BONNET?!?!?!

Yeah…there’s a bee in my bonnet.

Must have recently been reminded of my being privy to the concept of hornets in a way that may be foreign to some. I guess I could say “an intimate knowledge” of swarming hornets that are battling each other for territory, and what it is like to be in the middle of that…but that may bee too vague, seeing as how I also have some experience with bees and wasps.

Hey…what can I say? The fucking things fascinate me. Plus, being the wimpy little kid that I was, I spent a lot of time hiding in bushes from bullies. Bushes are full of wasp nests. Prolly because of the bees that buzz around outside that bush when it is blooming, and bees proximity to that bush when it is NOT blooming. Not that we should read too deep into a 3/4 year old kid making such observations at that age since kids are stupid at that age.

^Pleasurekraft – Anubis (Mike Vale Remix)^

Someone just passed a certain something along to me, that kinda “hit home” with some things that I’ve been pondering. Especially with respect to redundancy in complex systems. My thinking, being along the lines of a complex machine made more complex by these redundancies.

Q: If the redundancy is needed, how/why is it necessary?

A: ...

Yeah. Something to that effect prolly hanging on the wall of every engineer who ever lived, to keep them “on track”…so to speak…when dealing with duplication through automation.

WHEW!!! I just opened a can of worms there, eh? “Duplication through automation” with respect to redundancy. Especially when you start thinking in terms of templates, molds and moulding…and how those relate to a 5-dimensional universe in a holographic theme. If I lost you there, maybe go outside and look at some clouds, or watch the stars as they transverse the sky, and it’ll help with that potentially confusing “holographic” addition of mine. If you watch a cloud lounge enough, it will change and/or move. If you watch a star or the moon long enough, you will be able to detect that they are moving. If you have the courage to realize that movement is transpiring right under your feet…you might get a little…woozy at the thought. Especially if you go further and start thinking about the light, the sources of that light, and the motion(s) that generate/sustain/direct them.

Now…let’s think about you (now that we’ve thought about all that other crazy shit).

Let’s go into the eye, via the ears, since you might be a little…off balance, after thinking about that shit.

^GTA & Diplo – Boy Oh Boy (Original Mix) [Tomorrowland Video HD]^

I guess I am thinking about the concept of “a safety chain” as it relates to a system, within the context of that system. Not that I know anything about a device known as “a safety chain” or anything like that, in the event that A) The Safety Chain is missing, or B)The Safety Chain is present, but it also failed. Seriously, I have no knowledge of such an event transpiring, nor the consequences/aftermath of such a scenario. So…I digress.

Q: At what point is “a safety chain” NOT…a permanent and required fixture within the framework that requires it?

A: ...<no answer to be had here...not yet anyway>...

So, I guess application and context within applying the application(s) would prolly help us out as to the necessity of a safety chain.

Markov Chain

I tried to look up “safety chain” there, but stumbled across the above instead since a definition of “safety chain” could not be located. But let’s move forward as to “redundancy” as it relates to errors, erring, and errant. Since I am a fuckup, this section’s addressing of this topic SHOULD be quite easy for me to breeze through. But once things start failing within a system, and failures continue to cascade and multiply, I think that maybe…a little…reflection might be in order. Give these things some time and some thought.

Yeah…the “safety chain” thought is just a little too close to home right now with respect to some events that I haven’t thought about since I was a child.

Mystery Remains Mysterious! NEXT!

^M.I.A. – Paper Planes^

“The room spins” for me all the time. I mean, not really. But it does when I think about this shit. Or at least, it used to when I was a kid. I’ve learned some ways to help with the spinning, because the spinning is usually not actually “spinning.” It’s typically more of a “mushy kinda roll” kinda thing. Almost like someone just smacked me right on top of my head. Not that anyone has ever smacked me on top of the head or anything…but I digress.

But yeah, I think that being an asthmatic/someone with allergies to virtually everything/difficulty breathing prolly also has helped in that regard. Some might wish to edict “control” or “self-control” here…but I’ve found that any type of action on my part that opposes what is happening at this point? Yeah, it tends to make things even worse. BUT!!! Not always. YOU are the best judge of that, since this IS happening to you and you alone at the time that this happens.

So yeah…kinda…rolling with it, if you will.

Developing the ability to catch yourself.

Sounds impossible eh?

Welp…it ain’t.

Just keep that notion contextual and situational, and you should have no problem when you must rely on someone else to catch you, after you mastered the concept of catching yourself your own damn self all by yourself.

Keeping in mind that we are an assimilation of parts, in many ways, and rely on many things to arrive where we arrive where we arrive when we arrive there…and you’ll prolly have less of a problem with humility in those “EUREKA!!!” types of moments.

^Rag’n’Bone Man – Human (Official Video)^

OH YEAH!!! WAVY WALL ATTACK!!!

Enteric Nervous System-Complexity
Peristalsis
Sufism
Bentiromide
Chyme
Dark Matter
Barium
Rhythm
Periodicity
Periodic Acid
Oxidation State
Iridium Tetroxide
Tetrafluorohydrazine
Hydrazine
Tetryzoline
Loperamide
WHO Model List of Essential Medicines
Ileostomy
Intubation
Nasogastric Intubation
Nonvolatile Acid
Acetoacetic Acid
Tautomer
Alpha Wave
Lamb Waves

A “Zero Wave” type of wave. A wave that has all of the characteristics of a wave, and at the same time, none of the characteristics of a wave, because neither can be confirmed nor validated, leaving this wave in an existent, but unprovable, state.

Yeah…I just made up all that bullshit as far as know, but what I am thinking about here, is the “lifey” kinda ring to that concept as it relates to “dark matter/dark energy” in the current thinking.

EX: -99.9/99.9

A simultaneousness type of result, that mathematically can only be represented with an equal number of deficiencies on both sides of zero. “Zero” was represented above by me using the “/” sign so that it might make more sense to anyone mathematically inclined.

-99.9/\99.9

How’s that? Better? Or is the thought of taking those decimals out giving you “the willys.” The decimal is representative of zero in my use of math, so in my head, the above would look like this…

-9.99/\99.-9

Meaning, you have positive AND negative on both sides…all at the same time.

^MESHUGGAH – Bleed (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^

I guess what I am thinking about here is the concept of balance, and what it is. Welp, if you think of yourself sitting completely motionless in the lotus-position, you’ll realize that the rest of The Universe is going 90-to-nothing spinning around you. lolz.

“90-to-nothing” means “REAL FUCKING FAST!!!” in these parts where I live. So yeah…chaos that ain’t so chaotic, and sometimes real fucking chaotic. To relate, imagine that you were not sitting there peacefully in that lotus-position while contemplating the mysteries of the universe…but rather…someone FORCED you into that position…and now…you can’t move.

Can’t move.

Can’t breathe.

Can’t leave.

Can’t stay.

So yeah…the concept of indecision/indecisiveness, represented quasi-mathematically.

No connections to be made there, eh?

^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^

So now that I’ve seemingly grown the balls to bridge that gap, now what?

Welp…I think some motion was prolly on the agenda there for someone. Non-motion appears to be on the agenda for someone else. All at different times with different intentions and/or purposes, but I’m kinda familiar of what it is like to be put into a position that I have no clue why I am being put into that position, and then have to endure it as best I can. You prolly also have some experience with that sort of thing. But to me personally, my salvation sometimes also lies within that vast ocean of stupid and not-knowing/non-knowing that fills the gap between my ears. Not that I am always naive and stupid. But I temper knowledge with wisdom as best I can, when it and where necessary, and keep the option of “throwing all that shit out the window, and just going with the flow” sometimes as well. I mean hell…I might just learn something new.

Maybe you are familiar with the “double-edge sword” concept. Just keep in mind that “the double-edge sword” in any analogy…also has a sheath. Keep in mind the hand that must draw or sheath that sword, and the arm that hand is connect to? And you are on your way. But that’s prolly just my own wimpy assed way of begging for mercy, since I have no clue why someone would be brandishing a sword in my proximity. I could prolly make some guesses, but I ain’t gonna do your work for you.

^Tegan and Sara – Now I’m All Messed Up [Official Lyric Video]^

Thinking about the concept of “moving up in the world”…maybe that’s why “new money” has trouble transitioning. I mean, if I can imagine something, why would I not be comfortable with what I imagine that I want, when I actually GET that something that I wanted that I now have? I guess this is where “others” come into the picture. Maybe “the new others” and our thoughts about them, as well as “the old others” and our thoughts about them. So…change.

^Fantastic Plastic Machine – Bachelor Pad^

Is the concept of positive and negative numbers existing on the same side of an equation too much to even ponder?

Q: Why?

A: !!!

I mean, even when you get to your positive number here, and your negative number there, here and there are eventually here and there at the same time right? So why not a result set that contains these two possibilities in a single answer via a multi-faceted equation? I mean…Jesus H. Christ hopping on a pogo stick!!! Isn’t this what you fucks are looking for? A “Unified Theory?”

Maybe if I worded that as “A Unified Theory”…and included the “A” instead of excluding it, that’ll help here and there as we proceed. Especially if you think in terms of beginnings and endings. Maybe the term “commencement” will help in that regard. I dunno /me shrugs

^Hello Seahorse – Despues^

I guess I’m thinking about what is “relayed to the public via science” or some other “official channel(s)” with respect to what we know about what you know. If you are trying to jam 950 billion equations together into a single mold…welp, that was already done. You just gotta adjust your focus with respect to the mold and molds, as well as your role in it. That’s what I’m trying to do anyway. I ain’t gonna wear your fucking hat or T-shirt because you tell me to. But I might wear it of my own volition. But even that has a sneaky aspect to it doesn’t it? Almost as if “my challenge to your challenge” has so challenged you, that you are gonna win irrespective of the cost(s). So you feel humiliated, and returning that humiliation is the only response. Sounds fair. Let’s dance.

^Pogo – Where I Belong HD^

I dunno mang and/or mangette, I gots no answers. If today’s correct answer is gonna be proven incorrect tomorrow, I guess it’s no wonder that science sometimes stumbles all-over itself looking for that some something while they are holding it in their hands. Because I sure as SHIT understand that concept quite well. The problem being that we chide ourselves today for ignoring tomorrow, or chide ourselves tomorrow for not taking advantage of something yesterday. But…I mean…we’re here right? It’s now right? Doesn’t that open the door for all kinds of possibility? Potentially it does anyway.

/me shrugs

Dunno.

Feeling kinda sapped myself.

^05 Datos Intimos (She’s a Tease) Happy-Fi Coyote Nights^

Blasphemies aside…have a wonderful Easter Sunday should you participate in that particular activity.

Imma take a shower tomorrow.

But that’s not until tomorrow.

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

cYa | cFa

^Eptic & FuntCase – Oh Shit!^

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Iconic Poppy Sculpture Opens At Shoeburyness, Southend-on-Sea

*Oh yes! Thanks, Clicky…*

I forgot to mention, there’s a new Art exhibition on in my home town… It’s called ‘Wave‘…

Happy Easter, Dear Reader… Have another Song… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Sonny… Boy!

THURSDAY NIGHT… ABOUT 22OOH… ISH…

“Hello mum. How are you?” Kit Kat plonked himself in Thoughtful Man’s chair and looked at me earnestly.

I was engrossed in reading Cade’s latest missive on my computer screen. “I’m fine thanks, Kitten. And you?”

“I’m okay,” he said, “Are you doing anything interesting?”

“Yes.” I carried on reading and editing.

“Mum, would you like a sip?” Kit Kat held a can of Pepsi to me. He was now lounging on the floor, propped up on one elbow like he was attending a Roman feast. “Bet you didn’t even see me leave and come back.”

“No thanks, darling, and yes I did.” I hadn’t.

“Okay,” he said taking a swig from the can. I carried on reading.

“Is it the thirteenth today?” Kit Kat asked from the arm of my enormous chair. He stroked the sleeping dog beside me and peered at my computer screen. “I’m not looking at your stuff,” he said defensively, “I just saw the date.”

“Yeah,” I said turning to look at his flushed face. There is only reason for this level of attentiveness from Thing Two. “Do you want something to eat?”

“Ooh are you making food, mum?” Thing One interjected from his Captain’s Chair without taking his eyes from his game. “Can I have a garlic pizza?”

I got up from my seat and went into the kitchen. Kit Kat was already there, holding open the doors of the fridge freezer, contemplating the array of foodstuffs that Thoughtful Man had put in there the day before.

“Oh, there’s only one garlic pizza left,” I said pulling the box from the freezer. “If you wanted this you should have just said instead of faffing about.”

He took his time in front of the open doors, rocking back and forth on his heels, humming and hawing before pointing at a small cardboard and cellophane box nestled on the second shelf of the fridge. “What’s that?”

I picked up the chicken caesar wrap Thoughtful Man had bought for me. “Do you want it?”

“What date is on it?” Kit Kat asked nonchalantly.

“The thirteenth,” I said with a squint.

“Thanks,” he said taking it from my hands. “No point in wasting it.”

*******

I’m dead in the water.

Need a life-raft.

I'm fond of catamarans if that helps.

^BAD – U2^

I guess I otter talk about water. Been thinking about it since some Aussie Asshat made some comments earlier in the week on their blog, then some Limey Lady made even more comments on my comments on the Aussie’s comments. Who in the FUCK gives a shit what some Okie from Texas has to say about anything…let alone my thoughts on water? I guess the type of pondering that I do is kinda difficult for some to understand, because I tend to ponder a lot. Not that there is any connection there with pondering water…heh heh heh. But I guess its that “pond-during-water” that makes a pond a pond. Without the water, the pond is a dried up hole, just waiting for rain to fill it. Not that you should read too deep into this.

Well...maybe you should, maybe shouldn't.

May is a great time for rain in these parts. Maybe it’ll rain and fill those ponds for the summer…Maybe it won’t. Don’t wanna put all our fish in one pond. Someone may just depend on it.

^U2 – Pride (In The Name Of Love)^

“Just because you are dumb, doesn’t mean you have to be stupid.”

“Just because you are stupid, doesn’t mean you have to be dumb.”

Q: Welp, what if you are both, and trying to be neither?

A: ...

I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are stupid and/or dumb?

I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are not stupid and/or dumb?

I wonder where someone might get the idea that their ideas are stupid and/or dumb?

“Righteous-indignation” and “self-righteousness” seems to be on the agenda as of late. So lemme turn that gun on myself here, since I’m not real big on righteousness of any kind since it tends to be borne of unkindness in my experience…

"I HATE...self-righteous people."

Welp, since I’m not righteous, is that my reason/the reason I hate righteousness? Prolly. But I primarily hate the method of delivery. Meaning how the virtue of righteousness is obtained and shared. Gonna be a lotta mud-slinging in there. Guess someone has found some source of water since there is mud to sling at someone else.

Is that the best you got?

I get the mud and you get the water?

Fuck it. I’ll take it.

I am able to picture a British climber on the downslopes of Siula Grande in Peru, slurping mud to survive after breaking one of his legs. The story being, that he and his companion were able to summit Siula Grande climbing a face that had never been climbed before…ever…by anyone. That’s…where the story began. Odd eh? Most would think that the summit would be the end of the story.

Welp…if that’s where you want the story to end…that’s where it ends.

^U2 – Mysterious Ways^

I guess I could quote Jim Morrison/The Doors here, and their “No One Gets Out Of Here Alive” vein of thinking, as it seems applicable. But have you ever considered the possibility of a life lived never being more alive at the point of death? And I’m not talking about the “At least they died doing something they loved” types of thinking either. Kinda thinking, both of the previous thoughts with some other types of thinking/thoughts as well. Lotta stirring and swirling needs cooking when thinking about thinking. Especially if you are in the business of telling others what to think.

!!! SAY WUT?!?!?!?

Yeah…the business of telling others what to think. There’s no escaping it irrespective of your business. The question is, “what is your business?”

See what a trap I’ve set there for myself?

Yep...it's a doozy.

^U2 – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For^

Q: If you get something for free, can you turn around and charge a fee to someone else for that same thing?

A: Sometimes?

How long is that sometimes? All times? Sounds like the model for that mode of thinking is already there/already exists. Now…we just have to figure out how best to utilize it. So yeah…justification…we need some. Anyone know where we can pick up some justification? We do wanna be able to sleep at night afterall.

^U2 – Vertigo^

I’ve made the case, that should God/gods exist, they don’t need “proof” or “justification” in my mind.

DUDE!!! YOU WERE RAISED IN A CHRISTIAN HOME/ENVIRONMENT!!! YOU ARE BIASED!!! BRAINWASHED!!!

True. Gods like Kundalini and Zeus and Brahma and Atum and Set are always on my mind…I am COMPLETELY brainwashed by Jesus and Yahweh/YHVH or whatever that guy’s name is. I guess YHVH wanted things his way.

lolz...I'm going straight to hell for that one....lolz

But yeah…it seems to me, that in my limited readings of ancient texts, that “the gods” were some smart motherfuckers. They always seem to be more about advice and fellowship, than answers. Meaning: We seek out the gods for answers, and we never seem to stop and consider their time and/or the times spent with them.

We want something…they have it.

It’s rarely what we expected…therefore, it adds that “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” kinda dimension to it, that when you think about it, you kinda get the feeling that “so did they.” Meaning that they gave the thought some thought(s), and those thoughts took some time. Almost as if they saw you coming.

I wonder…did we see them coming?

Prolly not.

We have too many preconceived notions about them and what they are based on what we think we know.

And where did we get that information?

Welp…I dunno…where did you get your information?

Is where you got it relevant?

Or was it the fact that you got it relevant?

Get it?

^The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony^

I have a quick thought regarding the previous song, and the concept of “bittersweet.”

Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two even when they are combined?

A: ?¿?

Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two when they are separate, but tasted one at a time?

A: ¿?¿

Yep…all systems normal.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^U2 – Where The Streets Have No Name^

So thinking about “sweet water(s)” and/or “bitter water(s)”…they are the same thing at different times. I mean, there is a need there right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be tasting water(s) to see if they are sweet or bitter. Or did you not give a shit whether the water was sweet or bitter? You were thirsty. Can’t learn anything if you are dead. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. Dead men tell no tales. What horseshit. /rolls eyes

The shit that we teach each other is fucking mind-bending.

Mainly because, I think of the concept of teacher-student relationship being a lasting one. I mean, that is your point in teaching right? You want to pass along something to someone that they can carry with them forever? Because they are gonna do that regardless. Even if you later tell them to stop thinking about what you previously suggested that they think about. Was that original thought just further compounded? Is that how reinforcement works? The “good cop/bad cop” or “long con/short con” kinds of thinking?

Ever see someone try to drop something hot?

It’s not always as reflexive as we like to think, because we tend to ignore the exception(s).

Lotta this shit has a kind of “Pandora’s Box” kinda ring to it, eh?

Welp, chemists and similar scientists deal with rings all the time…so this shit should be “old hat” to them. 😉

^U2-Wire (Lyrics)^

I know, I know…it’s at this point that you are prolly thinking…

"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH ALL OF THE U2 ALL OF A SUDDEN LIKE?!?!?!?"

I like U2.

Sue me.

Did you know that Sue is a god in some circles?

lolz...a sun god being a god in some circles...lolz

Sué

Yep…hell…I’m headed there.

Not supposed to poke fun at God/gods, and the only punishment available seems to be hell if you do poke fun at them…so…yeah. Thanks. Doomed…I appear to be it.

^U2 – Desire^

So I was talking with my oldest son again last night, and we were talking about music. This conversation wandered into the topic of art. This wandered into the topic of religion, because I expressed the thought to my son of “don’t let art nor artists beat you up.” I told him that I was under the impression that art was there to beat on, not to beat up on you, but it sure as shit can give you an ass-kicking of epic proportions if you let it. I went on to express that I felt that maybe art and religion have a common ground in the way and ways that God speaks to us. Maybe that one avenue is for ass-kicking, and one is for kicking-ass. Maybe even that these pathways go both ways, meaning that they open pathways for us to dish out a little ass-kicking of our own to God, and others not so much.

Anyone who might be reading this, was not there to pick up on the vibes/tone of the conversation. But he seemed a tad overwhelmed by the impressiveness of some music that he has been stumbling across, and the musical prowess of those creating it. Hence, I expressed to him not to let that beat you up. It’s supposed to inspire you. And it appears that it has. Maybe we sometimes misinterpret inspiration sometimes. I mean, the concept of “the muse” is to inspire. No one ever considers that the inspiration will come in the form of an ass-kicking. Maybe even from a flamethrower.

nod to Richard Bach there

^U2: Bullet the Blue Sky^

So yeah…channels…

Art = Loosey Goosey and/or Footloose and Fancy-free

Religion = Not so much

Ways and methods of God/the gods/The Universe talking to us.

Ways and methods of us talking to God/the gods/The Universe.

Enter...SCIENCE!!!

^The Cranberries – Zombie^

BLECH!!! All of this fucking philosophical nonsense is making my headache go away. Or return. Or something.

WATER!!! It’s the only thing that matters to life.

Will you pass the ketchup please?

Wut?

Will you pass the ketchup pretty-please?

Ketchup has water in it?

Yeah, and for some reason, bread now has high-fructose corn syrup in it. Cept for the brands that are now touting the fact that they DO NOT have high-fructose corn syrup in it.

WTF?!?!? Since when does BREAD have high-fructose corn syrup in it?

I had to run look at the loaf of bread packaging real quick where I had noticed a placard on the packaging a coupla days ago, and it’s “100% Whole Wheat Bread With Honey Added.”

The “With Honey Added” part was in extremely small text as opposed to the extremely large text portion of “100% Whole Wheat” portion.

Almost as if…someone is trying to get our attention.

Has a…”zoom in/zoom out” kinda thinking to it.

I mean, say what you want about how many times a loaf of bread is taxed by the time it hits your palette, that bread has gone through some RADICAL changes in size here and there, and will continue to do so. Or at least, it will if you choose to eat it.

I don’t know whether to think of “The Bread of Life Here”…or “Alice In Wonderland.”

Prolly cause I’m supposed to be thinking/talking about water, and not food.

Dr. Leonard McCoy: “How can you think of food at a time like this?!?!?”
Admiral James T. Kirk: “First order of business…survival.”
Movie = Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

^Toto – Africa^

WATER!!! It’s important to life. Especially if you are an anaerobic type of life-form.

Life...Form. Sounds almost like an edict.

Anyway, yeah water is like, important and stuff. Prolly some processes involved in getting water into, and out of, us. Maybe some preventative stuff, maybe some prohibitive stuff, maybe even some other stuff. I mean, water itself is capable of transformation, so why wouldn’t we need to be a little bit flexible ourselves? Get too much rigidity going on, and all of a sudden like, does that make the concept of rigidity itself even MORE rigid? Or less rigid? Ridged. Has a ledge kinda ring to it eh? Like, why seek a ridge if you don’t intend on jumping? Erm…since when did “jumping” come into the picture? I’m just enjoying the view. You wanna enjoy that view from a different angle/perspective? Knock yerself out. I’m more comfortable at the bottom myself. But if I wanna get there fast? I woulda came prepared as such.

Kinda makes me think of the book “A Separate Peace.” Maybe even the story of Cain and Abel, which makes me think of the book “East of Eden.” Was just talking about James Dean last night with respect to the movie East of Eden since he was in it. Great book, great movie. Lotta things to think about there with respect to give and take. Give/take, push/pull…whatever floats yer boat. Same thing, different time(s), all at the same time, at different times. I guess “the real question” there would be…”Are you involved? Or ain’t ya?” Yeah, gonna be some levels and leveling there. And I’m certainly not trying to bring anyone down. Not try to push you up either. But I might be able to help in either regard. Maybe not.

We’ll see.

Or we won’t.

Whatevz.

^Talk Talk – It´s My Life^

I guess that’s why I hate gossip. It includes me on a level that I am not comfortable with. Considering that I am a person who is quite comfortable with discomfort? Yeah…it’s a weird thought to think that others are talking about me, because I am quite comfortable with no one talking about me. But then again, it seems like the only time that anyone is thinking/talking about me is when I have done something wrong. My achievements are devoid of anything even remotely verbose at all, and yet my failures seem to inspire volumes. And all I can do is stand and shrug because I thought that failures are expected. Anticipated even. I mean, you’ve labeled me as “a walking-taking-fuckup”…what else would you expect? OH! More time in between fuckups?

Huh…I guess I ain’t doing so bad afterall.

Yep, it ain’t that hard at all being positive about the negative.

^No Doubt – Don’t Speak^

As I sit here in disgust thinking about the shit that I’ve written here in this particular grouping of shit that I have written, I try to hang onto the concept of “if you can’t help yourself, help someone else.” I guess that’s why that “taking liberties” with communication and their methods really chaps my ass. Yeah, I can do it, I have done it. But I don’t like it. Something as hard-earned as communication should be handled well. Not gingerly, not respectfully, not irresponsibly, not haphazardly. And yet, those things are possible, so they can and will happen.

So…intent and intentions. Have the intent of “doing this”…and you are prolly going to do just that. Whodathunkit? Yeah, I’ve laid a SHITLOAD of traps for myself in this here particular “Missive.” But something that bends my head is something that Jesus/Yeshua said in The Bible regarding “committing acts in our heart” that has always troubled me. Mainly because, I’ve always been told that I shouldn’t think about certain things. Combine the two? Yeah…a recipe for a shitload of guilt and self-loathing. Depression even. Maybe all of those.

^Simple Minds – Alive And Kicking^

I’ve read in some of these varied places around the web, that Jesus was spirited away to Egypt and taught/trained in the mystical arts there between the ages of 8/12 to 30 or so. Welp, sounds weird at first glance, but they didn’t want him in Jerusalem, and the boy prolly needed schooling…so…where to? Not like the Israelites didn’t have some roots there in Egypt in a “back and forth/to from to/to from and through” kinda way. Maybe someone was kinda…”chillin in Egypt for a while” after pulling up stakes a time or two prior to heading back there at some point. Makes sense. Prolly gonna burn in some special kinda hell for even thinking such a thought according to my upbringing, but yeah…makes sense. It makes sense to me on so many “levels”…that I don’t even want to write about it. I mean, I don’t want to even think about it. This is the kinda shit, that as far as I’ve been told, will not only damn your soul, but also get your body motherfucking mangled in the process of transitioning between these two damnations. Man…harsh.

Q: Assuming that I have a soul, who has the ability to damn it?

A: ...

^Blur – Song 2^

Q: If someone gets it wrong, and it falls to you to get it right, how does one do that?

A: There's you answer. Answers...even. Right there in the question.

Someone getting it wrong, outlines a way or ways to get it right. Or, as I prefer, get it correct. I mean, if something is wrong, how is right gonna help us out? Welp, stay creative in that line of thinking, think of direction change and changes, and suddenly everything is a step laid out for you. You just have to walk the distance. This makes me think of my own “wrasslin with the dragon in the maze” kinda moment. But that moment didn’t come only at hugging the dragon as opposed to slaying it, it came upon “exiting the maze”…and encountering the lion.

Yep…I thought the adventure was over, but it was only beginning.

Silly me.

^R.E.M. – Orange Crush (Official Music Video)^

Life can be overwhelming. But if you think of those “overwhelming times” also in times of joy and happiness, maybe we can distance ourselves from the current usage of this parlance as it relates to depression.

To relate, in my conversation with my oldest son last night, he was talking about their trip to Galveston, and how that he was not very fond of that trip because he pretty much had to play babysitter/chaperon since he was/is over the age of 18. But he relayed the story of seeing a dolphin on the last day just prior to leaving, and he said that upon seeing that dolphin breach the water…he was like “Oh yeah! That one thing made this whole trip worth the anguish.”

I guess we were again discussing the concept of synchronicity in a round’about kinda way…and related to him the first time I ever saw a dolphin. I told him that I was quite young, but my heart started beating so hard, that I thought it was gonna burst out of my chest, and I have no idea as to why. But I remember that experience.

Maybe there was something “more” to that experience, maybe not. It was what it was, and it is what it is.

I had completely forgotten about that experience.

^4 Non Blondes – What’s Up^

Yeah…I get the feeling that we are part of a global conspiracy.

Might even be Universal.

Maybe all the way to the top.

I have no idea what any of that means.

But I have some pretty goddamn good ideas….or maybe I don’t. /me shrugs

Maybe you have some good ideas too.

Let’s talk about them.

Or not.

Whatevz.

^Pet Shop Boys – West End Girls^

It’s almost Friday. Not really…since it’s Thursday…but it’ll be here soon. Seems to me that there is something special about the particular Friday that is tomorrow.

Can’t recall what it might be tho.

Maybe something will come up.

Maybe something will cross my mind.

Maybe not.

/me shrugs

^Aerosmith – Crazy^


 ❤ ya!

cYa | cFa

^Depeche Mode – Enjoy The Silence (Single Mix)^

A special song for someone who mentioned it recently, for no other reason than as a thanks for what they do. 🙂

^Radiohead – Creep^

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Happy Easter, Dear Reader ❤

A Dolphin Who?

*Thank you, Clicky…*

*Quite the intronaut, Clicky… not sure about the worms…*

So Dear Reader, in ‘Hang on a Mo (updated)‘, I mentioned that I’d written the Afterword for the new Underdog Anthology…

The book is a tasty Easter treat…

*Chocked with stories, not dipped in chocolate, Clicky… You wouldn’t be able to read the words…*

It was surprisingly difficult to find a poem to mutilate this time round. Carroll and Poe had already been abused by Leggy in his previous short story collections…

*The Cleggy and the Cameroid, yes…*

*… And The Gorgon…*

When Legs asked me to pen the Afterword for the first Underdog Anthology, it was quite easy to choose, a) literary giant (duh, Shake Sphere) and b) political subject matter (Brexit, duh da)…

*Also Sonnet 6+6+6 is fairly short, Clicky…*

There are lots of great poets and poems out there, and no end of useless politicians and their fuckwittery to choose from this time… But what to choose, who to choose? I tell you, Dear Reader, I was stumped…/scratches head…

Enter Canada…

*For fucks sake, Clicky! Canadians wouldn’t even be able to criticize the driving…*

“O Canada” (French: Ô Canada) is the national anthem of Canada. The song was originally commissioned by Lieutenant Governor of Quebec Théodore Robitaille for the 1880 Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day ceremony; Calixa Lavallée composed the music, after which, words were written by the poet and judge Sir Adolphe-Basile Routhier. The lyrics were originally in French; an English version was created in 1906.

There, a poet, described as such by Wiki… Dolphin–Basil–Ruthier... So here is the Afterword poem from Anthology 2, with actions… Then, Dear Reader, have a Song… And don’t forget to buy the book(s)… Available in paperback if you feel the need to burn something after reading 😉

:O Canada! 🤦

:O Canada! 🤦
New home of the Muhammad band!
Politicians love the Islamist sons’ command
Who’s cowering hearts we see compromise
No more to stand strong and free!
On slopes you slide
Oi Canada, we facepalm for thee
God save us from your quisling glee! 🤦
Oy Canada, get off your bended knee 🤦🤦
Oh Canada, get off your bended knee 🤦🤦🤦

A Sirius Discussion About Books and Such

The Underdog and Under-Underdogs have only gone and done it again, Dear Reader…

Underdog Anthology 2

Yep, this time I have two stories included: ‘Morning Run’ (a real short short)…

*Hot cross buns, Clicky? …/ponders… Hmm, kinda but no, knot really…*

…and ‘The Inchoate Egg’, which is a follow up to ‘Secret Santa‘ and Harry’s horrible Christmas…

*That’s right, Clicky… ;)*

… Anyhoo, I thought I’d post one of my stories from Anthology Vol. I, for you today, Dear Reader, so here is ‘Mind The Gap’…

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Amanda woke with a start. She hadn’t meant to sleep on the journey but the warmth of the carriage and soft whine of electrical tracks, coupled with the denseness of the report she’d been reading had lulled her into unwanted sleep.

“That was my foot.” A sharply dressed woman scowled down at her as the wall of bodies pressed together in front, swaying with the motion of the tube train.

Embarrassed, Amanda reached down to retrieve the report that had slipped from her lap. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled to the reddening dent on the bridge of the woman’s high heeled foot. With a look of disdain, the woman turned her back on Amanda.

The carriage no longer felt pleasantly warm as it had when she took a seat earlier at the start of her journey. It had become uncomfortably hot. Her mouth felt dry and the cloying smell of a dozen different perfumes, cologne and deodorant filled her nose. Amanda stuffed the report into the bag stashed behind her legs and wondered how far she’d travelled. The black tunnel walls rushing past behind her gave no clue and the bobbing heads above obscured her view of any map or sign showing the next station stop.

The tube started to slow. Keen to get out of the stifling heat, Amanda rose, knees audible popping which embarrassed her further. She pushed forward, through the tightly packed commuters, toward the carriage doors, dragging her heavy bag behind her. She thumped the door release to the sound of the bleeps and spilled out, being careful to mind the cavernous gap between carriage and platform that opened up before her. She was glad for the cool rush of wind, as the tube pulled away. It lifted her hair from her face and soothed her flaming cheeks.

Amanda watched the last carriage of the tube train disappear into the tunnel. She wasn’t exactly sure where she was but it couldn’t be too far out of the way judging by the number of passengers dressed for the City on the train. A walk and a frothy coffee would refresh her before the meeting, she decided, as she looked for a sign showing the way out up to the surface.

The platform was completely deserted. In the distance she glimpsed a black sign and gold letters – ‘WAY OUT’. Amanda heaved the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder again and walked briskly toward it. Above the soft hum of the Underground Network, the sound of her clacking heels echoed along the empty platform.

She sighed when she found the exit barred by a rusting metal gate. Amanda rattled it but it was locked. “Hello! Is anybody there?” Silence greeted her call. She rattled it again harder but the gate didn’t budge. Irritated now, she turned and walked back the way she’d come.

It was strange – no station name was displayed and she noticed that there were no posters on the curved wall opposite to the platform. No bright advertisements for holiday destinations, insurance companies or wonder supplements, just the faded outline of where they’d once clung. Amanda gave a gasp as, above her head, the platform lights suddenly flickered.

“Can I help you miss?”

Amanda screamed in surprise at the soft voice behind her. She turned to see a wizened man with a pinched expression looking intently at her.

“Yes!” she replied too loudly. “The exit is locked and I can’t find another one.”

The man continued to stare at her and Amanda felt herself start to redden under his gaze. She felt the need to explain. “I got off here by accident. I don’t even know where here is. Look, is there another way out of here? I’ve got a very important meeting to get to.”

She looked up and down the bleak platform unwilling to meet his piercing blue eyes. The sudden thought that she was alone on a locked and deserted platform, with a strange man invaded her brain. She felt her stomach tighten with anxiety and the weight of her bag dig once more into her shoulder.

The man’s face broken into a grin of yellowing horsey teeth. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes. He slipped one out and placed it between his lips. “Would you like one?”

Amanda looked on aghast. Smoking wasn’t allowed on the Underground. “No, I don’t smoke and you shouldn’t either.”

The man cupped his hand around the end of the his cigarette and lit it. He blew out a cloud of blue smoke that enveloped them both.”Oh yeah, why’s that then?”

“Because it will kill you.” Any fear she had felt was replaced with anger as she waved the noxious fumes away. “Sorry, can you not do that?”

The man responded with a deeper drag and longer plume of exhaled smoke. He started to laugh which turned into a cough. Amanda moved away. A glob of yellow brown phlegm shot out of his mouth and onto the track.

“You’re disgusting. I’m getting out of here.” Amanda turned on her heel and walked purposefully back toward the locked exit leaving the smoking man behind. She could still hear him laughing and coughing as she neared it. Dropping her bag, she grabbed the bars of the gate and shook them vigorously.

“Help! Can somebody let me out of here?!” Amanda glanced back toward the man but he was gone. As she turned her attention back to the gate, he stood on the other side smiling and winking at her, cigarette clamped between his teeth. His smoke stung her eyes and made her nose itch.

“How?” Amanda tightened her grip on metal bars and shook harder. Rust flakes drifted to the ground. “I demand you let me out of here!”

The smoking man took a final drag and flicked the lit end toward her. The butt brushed the sleeve of her coat and fell, still glowing, to the floor. Deftly, he lit another one.

“Argh! How dare you! Stop it!” She extinguished the dog end angrily under her foot. “Let me out, you horrible little man!”

The smoking man took another puff and looked at her coolly. “This station has been closed for many a year now. Haven’t had a train stop in a while. Generally it’s pretty dead around here.” He chuckled. “I know, perhaps you could walk down the track to the next one.”

Amanda stopped. How long had she been on this god forsaken platform? No other train had stopped or passed since she’d got off. The tunnel entrance yawned behind her.

“No. I have a better idea. Why don’t I ring the police and have you arrested for false imprisonment and smoking illegally?” She bent down and scrambled around her bag, pulling out the heavy report to find her phone. She swiped and prodding the display in dismay; there was no signal.

The smoking man was standing next to her on the platform. He bent down and picked up her report. He brushed the cover with his hand and read the title “Decisive Steps to Ensure a Tobacco-Free Future’. What are they, then?” He opened it and squinted at the words. A roll of ash dropped from his cigarette onto the open pages. He closed it with a thud. “Well, it’s certainly thick” he said appreciatively.

“Give that back!” Amanda yelled. She lurched for her report but he sidestepped her advance and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Her elbow bloomed with pain. “Oww! You bastard, that hurts!”

Nimbly the old man jumped down onto the track, waving the report above his head. With a final, exaggerated cough, he disappeared into the tunnel. “Come and get it.”

“Stop! Give that back to me right now!” She screamed in pain and frustration. The report contained additional handwritten notes; everything she needed it for her meeting and now it had been taken by a nicotine addict. Amanda got to her feet and cradled her arm. Dirt and blood from her grazed palm smeared the sleeve of her coat and she was covered in the stink of smoke.

A sudden rage of righteousness engulfed her. How fucking dare he? How dare he? The filthy smoker had not only caused her pain and humiliatingly stolen her report, but now she was in no fit state for her meeting. No, she would get it back and then she would kick the shit out of him for good measure. She lowered herself down onto the track. How far ahead can he get with those smoke riddled lungs?

Amanda marched into the tunnel but as the suffocating black closed in, her fury and indignation soon turned to fear. What was she doing following this man? She stopped to think. “Did he say trains don’t come through here or stop here?”

In the darkness she heard a gentle cough. “Stop here.” As once again, Amanda felt a breeze lifting the hair from her face and cooling her flaming cheeks.

*******

Next stop Halloween…

Have a Song, Dear Reader ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: The Munch Hunch

Another missive from The Okie Devil for you now this Sunday evening, Dear Reader…

*Let me guess… /squints… You’ve got Song lined up too, Clicky…*

*I knew it!*

*******

Howdy! It seems that Roob was able to finally get her post out of her system, post my quasi-getting something sort-off my unimpressive chest, post her finishing her stories, post her posting of some of mine, post me re-posting some of mine…so…I’ve got nothing better to do.

Q: What about you? You got anything better to do?

A: ???

Let’s….proceed.

^Gorillaz – Andromeda (Bonobo Remix)^

Membranes: Pressure veils?

If you think in terms of “resistance with a purpose more than simply resistance”…maybe these weird sacks that make up us, and pretty much the rest of The Universe, will make more sense.

Q: What does “the micro” NOT know about life “in the micro?”

A: I'm gonna guess for us here.

Not really gonna guess for us…but yeah…I’ve made some guesses.

I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they are prolly NOT going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.

I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they ARE prolly going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.

Long story short…prolly won’t be saying anything “earth-shattering” here. Don’t hate me just because I have convinced myself that I can swim in multiple channels at the same time, and yet am still just swimming in a single channel. It’s just a channel with multiple channels. Sound familiar? It should. We are multi-dimensional beings afterall. I think it’s difficult for some to get their heads wrapped around this concept, because they are always dissecting shit and putting it back using only their own methods. Add their interpretation of the assumed original methods of assembly without including your OWN methods of assembly…and yeah…a recipe for disaster.

EX: Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Prone….Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Standing.

Q1: How is “prone-position/posture” relative to “standing-position/posture?”

A1: ?¿?

Q2: What is the position of the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?

A2: ¿?¿

Q3: What is the position of the monitor monitoring the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?

A3: ¿??¿

Q4: How’s your posture?

A4: ?¿¿?

^Gorillaz – We Got The Power (Claptone Remix)^

So yeah…ALCOHOL!!!

Q: How does alcohol “go wherever in the FUCK it wants to go, whenever in the FUCK it wants to go there?”

A: Prolly cause it's drunk. lolz

But I’ve been thinking quite a bit about spin and spins as it relates on the micro level(s), and how that translates to spin and spins as it relates on the macro level(s) via the micro level(s) and vice versa. Yeah…me being me…all this is transpiring at the same time AND at different times…all at the same fucking time. Think of that as “Newton’s 3rd Law Run Amok.” Think “Fractals” in this respect, and suddenly that blurry fuzzy image will prolly clear up real fucking quick.

Then it’ll get fuzzy again…

then it’ll clear up again…

and so on.

Maybe think of asynchronous communication that is happening synchronously. Just not synchronously in the way that “truly” synchronistic communication is typically interpreted. Start adding adjectives without removing them at the same time…and you might fall into a rut. Not that I have any experience with that sort of thing or anything…but I digress.

I’ve been thinking of Alcohol as it relates to the body and Alcohol’s behavior in the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. I see a connection there with respect to the way in which Strontium enters the body and how it behaves within the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. Although those two sentences/scenarios are very similar, they are intentionally worded differently due to the way that these two elements enter the body.

Think intents, intentions with respect to intentional/unintentional and/or fortunate/unfortunate…

and suddenly…

we have new players in town.

^alt-J – In Cold Blood (Official Audio)^

Last night…just before midnight, the sirens started sounding around here. Since I live at the base of “Tornado Alley” in the United States, and since this is spring in The Northern Hemisphere…under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have thought a thing about it seeing as I am a seasoned veteran of “rowdy and rambunctious weather.” But that’s not the vibe from last night. Afterall, yesterday, April 7th…it appears that the country in which I live ordered an airstrike using cruise-missiles against another sovereign nation. A quick glance at “the news” revealed that this attack of ours was “to send a message to Syria.”

Q: What…are the phone lines down? Diplomatic channels having difficulties?

A: ???

“Is it snowing in space?”

– Phil The Weatherman
Movie = Groundhog Day

^The Weeknd – I Feel It Coming ft. Daft Punk^

So yeah…messages. I just know that in this part of the world, or emergency sirens mean one of two things…

A) You are about to die.

B) You are about to die.

The only thing that changes is the method and/or time/times that you may have left.

A) You are about to die via a tornado.

B) You are about to die via a nuclear attack.

Both tornadoes I guess. Just…one is a little more vertical than the other over different times. This planet of ours is spinning afterall. When spin meets spin, things get wack.

A) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos chaos.

B) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos calm.

Sure…you prolly have a better chance of survival in a tornado than in a nuclear attack. But think about that. Ever been in a tornado? Because I don’t see the difference between the two. All timelines that converge in this manner, are…um…timely.

^Gorillaz – Rockit (Official Video)^

So let’s start at the mouth. Since I am devoid of my tonsils/adenoids, I have a special appreciation of the concept of swallowing, and the mechanics that make it both possible and impossible at different times. You prolly do to…maybe just haven’t thought about it as much as I have, or maybe you have. I don’t know…so let’s keep going.

Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment?

A: ?¿?

Afterall, the micro IS the macro of the micro. So yeah…everything that operates there prolly has a good bead on how things operate in the micro/macro, as well as the macro/macro where we live. It IS a simultaneous thing afterall…so yeah.

Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment, when it is uncapable of making a distinguishment between either in either context?

A: ¿?¿

I’m gonna “take a stab at this one.”

With respect to the body in the above question? The body gets clever.

“You are oh so sly…but so am I.”
Movie = Manhunter

^LEMONSODA ラムネ (Epilepsy Warning)^

So thinking of the body as a sack of sacks, or a membrane full of membranes, I would imagine that virtually every part of the body is VERY good at sensing change and changes. Rhythm and rhythms. In my mind, this would make the body super-d-duper good at sensing pressure changes. When to allow them, and when to prohibit them, and when to not have a fucking CLUE as to how to proceed.

Pro Tip: First Clue = FOUND!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

Afterall…we are alive. And the purpose of life is to survive. Hence…the mystery is already solved. We just have to walk the distance now. I get the feeling that our bodies will come with us in this quest.

I wonder if we would be so kind as to accompany it in return?

Food for thought.

ANYWAYZ…yeah…the body has just detected that it has no fucking clue what to do in a certain situation under a certain set of circumstances. If you keep time in mind here, maybe the concept of “muscle memory” will make more sense. Maybe even add “Fight or Flight” in there with two additional options…”Fawn or FON.”

Fawn = duck and cover in fear because you can neither run nor fight, and whatever happens from here happens as I have no choice in the matter.

FON = I’m about to rope-a-dope your ass, because I can take any beating you can dish out.

So yeah…our body has encountered a situation in which it does not know what to do. I think it important to point out that “not knowing what to do, IS…knowing what to do…you just don’t know how to do it yet.”

Smacks of evolution and genetic change/mutation, eh?

Yeah well, in MY mind anyway…the models of DNA and how it works, makes the most complex of current scientific models look like a single node on a single node of a single transaction that requires countless numbers of similar yet different node/nodes acting in unison just to make the first motion in concert together to register the first sequence of what could be billions of billions of similar transactions over the course of nanoseconds over years. Yeah…the numbers I see here are fucking HUGE. One at time of course…but there are so many ones in there, that when I start to get exponential…the numbers boggle the mind from cell to cell, and cell type to cell type, and beyond.

If you think of tumblers in a lock, that might help a bit. But you are prolly gonna leave out time and times over time there, and that’s OK for now, but no…not really. If you are someone who is doing what I think you might be doing. Meaning: You might just be someone who is already knee-deep in this shit, feeling like you are being led-on by a complete imbecile. To your credit, you are prolly correct on all counts. Good for you.

^Gorillaz – Spitting Out The Demons (Official Audio)^

I dunno about anyone else, but I myself am so fucking knee-deep in shit I never wanted to think about, that at times I just want to fucking stop writing. But if I do that, I’m left only with thinking about this shit, and the guilt that goes with not even trying. So…I’m trying. Yeah…I have no classical training in next-level types of thinking. But yeah…I do. I went to your schools same as anyone else. But they bored me to fucking tears. When I wasn’t bored to tears, I was being beaten to tears physically by some bully. Just…part of it I guess.

But anyway, yeah…your schools…I went to them. I actually read during most of my classes. In math, I’d be reading literature. In literature, I’d be ignoring my math book and looking at some hot girl across the room who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire, even if I paid her to do it. When I was in P.E. I was prolly doing something as related to being completely disinterested in these state-mandated physical exercises that I had no ability to do whatsoever.

So what if the kid has asthma? Get the kid an inhaler…that’s what they are made for.

Very compassionate. Very exceptional behavior you have there towards the exception.

^Lorn – Acid Rain (Official Music Video)^

So looking at that previous picture above, right there with all the weird shapes and shit on it… surprisingly, what caught my eye was a static image. Seems to me that there might be something in two of those shapes that explain both the concept of a tesseract and singularities. But that’s just me.

OH, and “zero time based change” seems to be in there as well. And that would be, “something that that happens to happen, that is not based in time as we understand it”. Meaning, the concept of zero and simultaneousness where change is possible and does occur, but no time nor motion is required to facilitate this change. It just…happens.

^AC/DC What’s Next To The Moon UK Version HD^

So now that we have started to swallow via mastication and salivation, I get the feeling that there are some membranes that are functioning there to facilitate this process that is happening, as well as anticipating the facilitation of the processes to come. If we think about some X-Ray film of someone masticating and swallowing, we can think about motion with respect to classical geometry AND fractals of both repeating AND non-repeating types happening at the molecular level(s) with respect to atomic spin and spins that work in unison with everything else. We are talking about a single body that is ingesting something “foreign” afterall. But keep this contextual, and it’s maybe not so creepy or foreign. We do breathe, we do circulate, almost as if the body needs to keep moving in order to remember how to keep moving.

Thinking about light/lights and lighting now…I can only think of Malcolm Young from AC/DC and his issues with Dementia. Thinking about all of the lights and lighting that he has been around over the years. The change and changes of this light and lighting, their types, and the different types of power and powers that power them. The sound and sounds, night after night, and day after day after traveling the world, and the adjustments that he and his band mates have encountered and endured over the years.

I dunno…maybe “Dementia” is a type of Epilepsy that manifests differently. Maybe light/lights lighting has something to do with that. Maybe it effects everyone differently in the same way. I guess it just depends on the path we are on.

^Gorillaz – Revolving Doors – The Fall^

Yeah…keep that whole person, whole and intact while dissecting that person in order to keep that person whole and intact, and you just might be successful.

We do the best we can with what we have.

All we have, is each other.

^AC/DC Riff Raff UK Version HD^

I was, and am, a HUGE AC/DC fan. They were my favorite band as a kid, but I never got to see them live. Weird eh? Welp…I wasn’t allowed to go to concerts. I eventually started going anyway, but don’t tell anyone…k? 😉 Anyway, yeah, it was heartbreaking to hear what was going on with Malcolm, and I’m sure that his brother Angus has had a great deal of difficulty. As I understand it…Angus may be the star, but Malcolm is the boss. I guess Angus’s onstage antics prolly is what I relate to the most, but I honestly feel more like Malcolm or Cliff or Phil with respect to “doing what we do.” Everything that we do is hard. I dunno, maybe that’s why it’s called hard-rock. Because it looks simple, but just ask Pete Townsend if “windmilling” is easy. Dragging your fingers @ warp 7 across taught metal strings?

Yeah…what could possibly go wrong there? lolz

Anyway…yeah…Malcolm’s membrane sack full o’membrane sacks has prolly been subject to some change and changes over time. Over times over time even. Lotta changes in aircraft over the years, and that motherfucker right there has prolly been on an airplane or three. Jesus, the dude is from Australia. Australia is so far away from every fucking thing else, that it can easily alienate it’s own down self prolly. lolz. Prolly meets itself coming the other way at times. Sorry, that prolly doesn’t make much sense to some, but it makes a helluva lot of sense to me. Just thinking, that someone from Australia flies so damn far to get anywhere else, that they wind up right back in Australia because they didn’t count on the distance traveled as the Earth/Terra is spinning.

Take off at one airport

and 17 hours later

land at the same fucking airport.

Sorry….but lolz, also thinking of Admiral Byrd taking off from Antarctica, and landing at The North Pole via Agartha, then somehow winding up back in Antarctica. I bet the post-flight conversations were…interesting.

^AC/DC Up To My Neck In You UK Version HD^

We know when we are hungry, and we also have a knowledge of relative times with respect to eating and/or when we are allowed/able to actually eat. So yeah…as far as singularities go, if we work backwards on the events that have transpired to inspire us to focus on eating or drinking, it might help understand the act of eating or drinking themselves, and why they seem to work so flawlessly and effortlessly. It might also help us to think about things like Saccharin and how and why they work they way that they do within the body. Maybe even think about eating something you do not want to eat, in relation to doing something that you do not want to do. I guess mind and body ain’t so different afterall. But at the same time…yeah…they are different. VERY different. So very different, that they are almost indistinguishable.

Lemme put that a different way if that sounds confusing to some. (Damn sure it’s a confusing concept to me).

DIFFERENT + DIFFERENT = DIFFERENT DIFFERENT?

Images and imaging.
Similar, not same.

^AC/DC Kicked In The Teeth UK Version HD^

Yeah…I get the feeling that by the time whatever you just ate hits your stomach…it’s good and fucking ready for something to be there. The question is, does it know what it is? Welp…do you? You ate that whatever it is that you just ate. What was it? What was in it? Are you happy to be eating it/happy you ate it or anything else for that matter? Have you been happy lately with what you have been eating? Have others been happy with what you have been eating lately?

Here and there in my writing(s), I’ve postulated that “shutting a certain something off” from your body is going to cause it some distress. I mean, that was your intent right? To “jolt” yourself? Welp, it seems to have worked. Now what? Or had you planned that far? Me either. Sometimes we just gotta do what we feel like doing, and we’ll figure out “step 2” when and if we get there. There are some that might say that this type of thinking has a “look without leaping” or “leap without looking” kinda vibe to it. But really, who likes to jump into or off of things that we don’t want to jump off of or into? I think “eyes closed” would prolly be Standard Operating Procedure.

“Parachutes/Skydiving. Idiots intentionally jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.”

^Childish Gambino – Terrified (Official Audio)^

The body has anticipated the arrival of something, in certain areas at certain times, because your body has requested this certain something to arrive, and it has/is tracking this arrival every step of the way. Sounds almost like tracking a package via the tools that we have available to us these days. Yeah..all kinds of things like that tend to “come out” or “express themselves” in all sorts of creative ways. It just depends on how we look at things. When we are or are not allowed to look at things, those things will express themselves in some form or fashion over time. That’s why I think that hiding things is one of the best ways to single it out for detection. Because the path that got this whatever singled out for being hidden has already been singled out…the question becomes…now what?

How do we proceed? I guess that’s why it’s so easy for me to think about encryption and breaking encryption. That encryption and it’s routines have been developed over time irrespective of it’s completion time. That means the the methods and motives behind it’s development are known, which means that encryption has to be created in such a way that it can be broken deciphered. And even if you create something under the auspices of being unbreakable, that too can also be broken. If it can be assembled, it can be dissembled. Yes…even if you destroy everything as it has been created. There is ALWAYS going to be lag there. Create something that has no gaps, and you are about to be in deep shit. But that was the intent from the start, right?

^Caravan Palace – Wonderland^

Why get rid of something you might need? That’s prolly why the body works the way that it does with respect to speed and speeds and distances. Distance is another parlance for size, so yeah…spin and spins and spinning. Kinda like a spider spinning up one of its catches. How better to distinguish one thing from another, than a model or template that does just that? Yeah…a lot of chemical and electrical stuff going on within the body. But it’s not that simple. There are light and lights, and energy and energies, and transfer(s) and movement(s) and action(s) and exchange(s) that are happening “here”…that will be completed “there.” We have no idea where and what and why that may be. Because everyone is different.

Their lives are different. Their environment is different.

Similar <> Same
Similar = Similar
Similar = Same

“A” human that is…becomes “The” human that they are.

Different = Different
Flow.

^CAZZETTE – She Wants Me Dead (CAZZETTE vs. AronChupa) [Official Video] ft. The High^

Q: If I base my work on yours, does that make my work unoriginal?

A: ???

Q: If my work based on your work makes my work unoriginal, does that make your work unoriginal?

A: ?¿?

Q: What is/was your work based on, and were they unoriginal as well?

A: ¿¿¿

Yep…you’ve taught me everything I know. Thanks. 🙂

What in the FUCK does originality have to do with getting things done? I mean…I thought things were going down the shitter, and something needed to be done? What makes you the authority? The authority or the authorizor of that authority?

When and where?

^Fever The Ghost – SOURCE (official music video)^

So…can you really not get your head wrapped around the concept of your body independently making decisions? That at some point, your body encounters something in which it decides…

“Hey. I’m gonna hang on to that for a while.”

Doesn’t matter what it is, nor even whether or not the body knows what in the fuck it is or not. Because the decision has been made, for some reason, “I’m hanging on to this particular something.” Almost has a “memory” kind of ring to it. At least, that’s been my thinking with respect to the body. And not just within the DNA or even this “junk-DNA” that science talks about. We have all kinds of genetic information within us in all kinds of places. What we tend to ignore are the transactions themselves, and the transactions that transact to facilitate these transactions.

Yes…there are certain specific purposes within certain areas of the body. But why wouldn’t a membrane, such as “the blood-brain barrier”…actually NEED to be breached. Perhaps even…request to be be breached. To allow something through, that normally should not be allowed through. When you think about the energies and fields that surround us internally and externally, both within and of the body itself, and without and through the body itself. We are part of our environment.

Maybe that’s why we sometimes look at things in such a disposable manner.

Eat, Sleep, Shit, Fuck, Die. Welp…it’s a start.

Now ya just gotta figure out those blank spaces. Kinda…”fill in the blanks” kinda thing. Kinda pass/fail in a more forgiving manner. Maybe we get to try again, maybe not.

/me shrugs
Whatevz

^Flume – Fantastic feat. Dave Glass Animals^

I called my mother to check on her earlier today, after last night’s air-raid sirens “scare.” She was unfazed, all chipper and happy sounding, and headed out the door to practice her Easter Cantata music with her church choir. She’s the church pianist, so…yeah. She fucking LOVES Easter and Christmas. That means music, and a shitload of it. Or ‘sheetload’, if you’ll pardon the musical parlance. But anyway, yeah, unfazed by the sirens. She said that “she thought that she heard them, but didn’t think anything of it.” Yeah…we’re kinda…numb to sirens around these parts. Not like you can do anything at that point.

Imma go play some Plants vs. Zombies.

^Caravan Palace – Rock It For Me^

Have a great Saturday evening/Sunday day.

❤

cYa | cFa

^OMORI – Pure Imagination^

*******

*Hmm… I guess the signs were there, Clicky…*

trump fired

*Said the President to the missile…*

*Yes but who’s curiosity, Clicky?

…/waits…

Okay, another time, then…*

For Thou Art…

It was only on MEROVEE this morning that I learnt that the Grand National was being run today, Dear Reader…

*The Year I was born, Clicky… 50 years… /sigh… A rank outsider, who’d of thunk it?*

I had no idea of what horses were running this year so I decided to take a look…

*Knot easy, Clicky! So many names… And you know how I like turning handles…*

I’d decided I’d pick three horses and a £1 each way bet would be placed on each. The first would be the rank outsider, for Foinavon…

La Vaticane

*Finished 15th, Click… Hooray for pipe…*

Smoking Pipe Data

The second horse I selected because it sounds like a blue Roobee 😉 Red Frank had recently posted ‘Blue Origin‘…

Saphir Du Rheu

*Yeah, unseated the rider Twiston-Davies… Blue Frank has a ‘twist on‘ today, Clicky… Hmm, I hope he’s right…*

My third choice for the race was immediately obvious (to me, but maybe to you, too, Dear Reader, you’ve employed your own ‘Clicky’ thus far in this post); however, there was another, specific reason for me choosing it… And that was The Okie Devil, Cade. Earlier this week I’d sent him my favourite philosopher quote…

Roobee send Cade her favourite philosophical quote

Arthur Schopenhauer The difference between talent and genius

…Sew, my third choice was obvious in a synchromystical sense…

One For Arthur

*Yes! …/punches air… I picked the winner! Shame Thoughtful Man took 12/1 at the bookies… /sigh… You know, Grandad S was called Arthur, Clicky… My name’s in there, too…*

If you’ve never heard of Arthur Schopenhauer before, Dear Reader, hear is an overview…

*/squawks with laughter… The local kids called his dog Mrs Schopenhauer…*

After the stake money was subtracted, I ended up with a small profit, which Thoughtful Man just delivered home in the form of battered sausage and chips… Yum!

battered sausage

*/rolls eyes… You’re quite the Sauce Age fiend, Clicky…*

Have a pleasant Saturday evening, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉

Riding Stanley Kubrick

Feeling a little poorly on Saturday evening, I went to bed and watched the movie, ‘Passengers’…

It’s not a great movie, one where the trailer tells you pretty much all you need to know. One thing, though, that I did find interesting was the inclusion of The Shining’s Gold Room…

*Yeah, I took a double take when I saw that, too, Clicky…*

*”You look like a whisky man” …/rolls eyes…*

I supposed it was done on purpose, as an homage to Stanley Kubrick, a fact that was confirmed yesterday when I happened across a post on the subject at ‘Twilight Language‘. The post also brings up the odd coincidence that Michael Sheen’s (Arthur, the android bartender on the Avalon) father earns a living as a looky-likey for Jack Nicholson.

One glaring omission though is that the lead female character, Aurora Lane, like Jack Torrance in The Shining, is a writer…

Passengers 7

This shouldn’t be overlooked (pun intended) as, also, from the TL post:

‘Via Twitter, I bemoaned to Alex Fulton at Crypto-Kubrology Twitter that “modern Cryptokubrology is frustrating when Shining scenes are in new films w/out sync-reasoning.”

‘To which Fulton replied that “modern films w/ 237s inserted… hard not to assume the filmmakers just being clever. Pre-Shining 237s are where it gets weird.”‘

One of my favourite films about writing is the Jimmy Stewart, Margaret Sullavan film ‘The Shop Around the Corner’…

‘The Shop Around the Corner is a 1940 American romantic comedy film produced and directed by Ernst Lubitsch and starring Margaret Sullavan, James Stewart and Frank Morgan. The screenplay was written by Samson Raphaelson based on the 1937 Hungarian play Parfumerie by Miklós László. Eschewing regional politics in the years leading up to World War II, the film is about two employees at a leathergoods shop in Budapest who can barely stand each other, not realizing they’re falling in love as anonymous correspondents through their letters.

The film was remade in 1998 as ‘You’ve Got Mail’. I love this version too, and features the actress Jean Stapleton, who plays Birdie…

And this connects back to The Shining as Stapleton Airport is the one Dick Halloran flies into on this way to the Overlook hotel…

Dick Halloran calls ahead from Stapleton Airport

*Incidently, Clicky, Stansted Airport in Essex was used as the location for the interior scene at Stapleton Airport…*

Passengers also has a character, a black man, that comes to rescue and subsequently dies – Laurence Fishburne… Morpheus of The Matrix fame…

Starting in the medieval period, the name Morpheus began to stand generally for the god of dreams or of sleep.

Passengers 2

Anyhoo, I think that’s enough for tonight, Dear Reader, so I will finish on a Song…

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over…

Wednesday Evening

“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me. He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.

“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.

He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”

“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”

Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.

“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”

He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”

“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.

Saturday Night

I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀

“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”

I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…

*Heh Heh Heh…*

*******

It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!

Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.

^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^

There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.

And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.

Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!

^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^

Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.

But if you will also notice...

All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.

That's what I'm seeing anyway.

^ZZ Top-La Grange Gayageum ver. by Luna^

How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfucking P.

The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.

Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.

One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
Lift passes.
Skis/boots/poles.
Warm clothes.
Money to facilitate the above.

TA DA!!!

Simple.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^

As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.

So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.

Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).

So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of

“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”

Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…

“Holy FUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”

Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.

There’s always a better way.

These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.

Q: Now what?

A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.

^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^

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*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*

Cade… Have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Tits Up Timing…

I am expecting a missive from The Okie Devil, Dear Reader…

*/puffs out cheeks… Any sign yet, Clicky…*

*Oh okay…*

I don’t know when it will be here, or what will be in it, but whilst we’re waiting, let me take this opportunity to mention some weirdness that I’ve noticed about the recent Trump Administration’s ‘non-existent terrorist incidents’, as the MSM refer to them. I posted about the first at MEROVEE…

Three times, we’re informed, Kellyanne Conway has referred to the ‘Bowling Green massacre’…

Nonetheless, the Helena paper spawned a wave of studies seeking to replicate the finding. Research observing similar reductions followed in places such as Pueblo, Colorado; Bowling Green, Ohio; and Monroe County, Indiana.

Then an ‘incident’ in Sweden, mentioned at a Florida rally by the Prez himself…

In October 2012, the European Union’s commissioner for health and consumer policy, John Dalli, resigned, following an investigation by the European Anti-fraud Office (OLAF), into a complaint made by tobacco producer Swedish Match. OLAF found that an unnamed Maltese entrepreneur approached Swedish Match using his contacts with Mr. Dalli, seeking payments in exchange for influence over possible snus legislation. The new EU’s Tobacco Products Directive was expected to be appointed during autumn 2012.

And apparently White House Spokesman, Sean Spicer, referred to an Atlanta incident, when he meant to say ‘Orlando‘…

Anyhoo, if any more tobacco terror/ISIS coincidences crop up, I will of course mention them, Dear Reader…

Ah! Cade’s missive has finally arrived… Enjoy!

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Before I end this particular post…

I figured it would be a good idea to first…start it.

That should give us a better idea of where we both ended and started…in that order.

Afterall…we always get to the end first.

No wonder we always seem to have trouble getting started.

LET'S ROCK THIS MOTHERFUCKIN HIZZAY!!!

(Translation: Let us begin, now, here.)

^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^


 I...HAVE...A...HICCUP...IN...MY...GETUP.

Must be something wrong.

Let’s investigate.

^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^

So I gots me a package of papers delivered to me on Sunday. I immediately rolled them up with some Class A Marijuana inside…and smoked em.

Just kidding.

I took them into the backyard and set them alight, then smeared my body with the ashes once the fire got tired of reading them.

Just kidding.

I read the first page and cried. I then went out and bought copious amounts of Marijuana laced with turpentine and smoked it all. I’ve felt weird ever since. Prolly some kind of nasty chemical fertilizers used on that particular batch of pot or something. Fighting chemicals with chemicals is like…chemical warfare or something.

There outta be a law against that kind of shit.

^SKINNY PUPPY ‘VX Gas Attack’ TOO DARK PARK Backing Film excerpt (HQ Audio)^

Q: How many nipples do you have?

A: O RLY?

Q: How many auxiliary nipples do you have?

A: YA RLY!

I have three auxiliary nipples. I am a man/male, so I assume that any nipples that I have should first be classified as “auxiliary” seeing as how the only time that I require them is upon encountering a freaky chick who likes to chew on dude nipples of the “mine” variety during sex. I have two auxiliary nipples. My auxiliary auxiliary nipple is actually a mole under my right arm along my rib cage where the external oblique muscles run down the lateral side of my oh so sexy body. Sexy, as-in, sexy for those who prefer abstract art. I like it. My body that as. I mean…I must like it I guess. I jerk-off almost incessantly…so yeah. Did I say that out-loud again.

GARSH-DARNIT!!!

Anyway…erm…yeah…nipples.

May I see yours?

(Ladies Only/18++ Only)

Send pics to me@mywebsite.not

^Super Circle Plane | Flite Test^

So I got into a debate online today, with some asshole that is arguing that Donald Trump will be elected to a second term.

WTF?!?!?!?

Not really. Meaning: Not really did I get into an argument with someone online today about Trump being elected to a second term. But somewhere in my travels over the last 24 hours, I did see mention of someone saying something to the effect of “I don’t know if I can handle 8 years of Trump as President.”

WTF?!?!?!?

The dude just got elected/just got into office!!!

WTF?!?!?!?!?

Have you ever thought…that maybe…just…MAYBE…the noise that The President and his administration is making, is SO FUCKING AMPLIFIED BY ALL OF THE BULLSHIT SURROUNDING IT…that…yeah…there are some problems there prolly.

I mean...WTF?!?!?

I saw a vid a coupla days ago where the student body counsel of some college was voting down a group of students from being able to form their own representational group on campus…all because they are “a conservative hate group.”

Gotta hate that kind of lack of representation.

What a world eh?

^No Mana – Fade^

Magnet
Magnetism
Magnetite
Ferrite
Attraction
Repulsion
Genetic Linkage
Chromosomal Crossover
Genetic Marker
Repulsion Theory
Concentration

So…stopping right there and thinking about mixing and mixtures and concentrations with respect to…

A + B = X

Q: How do you know where nature “got it wrong” and where nature “got it right?”

A: ???¿¿¿

I mean really…you fucks can’t even get your nomenclatures correct with respect to correct/incorrect.

Q: Who is gonna be around to clean up your mess if you’re wrong?

A: ¿¿¿???

Anyone?

^No Mana – Metronomes for Pulsars^

What I am thinking about, is proportion and proportions …ONLY… with respect to “what is.”

It seems to me that there might be a fuckton of ignoring “what was” and “what will be” on some timelines that actually take the time in the now to include both and all.

That may not make sense to some. But think about it like this. It is my contention, that with respect to the present, and in this context of thinking, as long as discovery is profit-based…there’s gonna be some oversight oversights that are simply ignored.

EX: Does duplication = equal?

Q: For how long?

A: !!!

Yep…it matters. It’s gonna matter to someone somewhere at some time.

Does that matter to you?

It matters to me.

Does that matter to you?

^REZZ – Paranoid (Official Music Video)^

Equivalent Concentration (Redirected from Normal concentration)
Molar Concentration
Osmotic Concentration
Osmole (Unit)
Watt
Oxygenase
Iron
Carbon Monoxide
Oxygenation
Dissolution
Dissolution (Chemistry)
Chemical Kinetics
Electron Magnetic Moment
Bohr Magneton
Quantization (Signal Processing)
Polyphony
Polyphony and Monophony in Instruments
Polyphenol
Phenol
Aliphatic Compound
Aliphatic Nitrilase
Nitrile
Aliphatic Aldoxime Dehydratase
Substrate (Chemistry)
Lyase
Aluminum Electrolytic Capacitor
Amine (Redirected from Aliphatic amine)
Biogenic Amine
Nitrogen
Nitrogen Cycle
Humus
Hummus
Tofu
Bean Chips
Gas (Redirected from Gaseous)
Ostracism

As we can see…it appears that something called “Bean Chips” have been invented.

I can see these being a fucking HUGE hit at parties.

If you want all of your party guests to leave ASAP…may I recommend…

BEAN CHIPS!!!

^REZZ – Voice In The Wall^

I finally broke down and “skimmed” the divorce papers package that was presented to me two days ago. There is not “a package” of divorce papers. It’s actually 3 separate packages of papers, that also contains a scary-assed cover letter, and an additional waiver form that I must sign in front of a notary. So yeah…using my standard home-brewed batch of mathematics…one(1) package that consists of five(5) parts. And of course, there are all of those documents contained within, that contain a formatting that contains a shitload of A’s, B’s and C’s…and a fuckton of 1’s and 2’s and 3’s…and makes you feel like some sort of robotic pestilential disease.

Hey! That rhymes. I guess I need to copyright that and make billions of mega-money-dollars.

Anyway…

yeah.

Or something.

Reason = Reasons = Reason

Or not.

Whatevz.

^BlackGummy – Incoming^

Got to see my future ex-mother-in-law the other day. We hugged. We talked. She’s nice.

^Hanayo – Joe Le Taxi^

Nipple
Lactiferous Duct
Breast Disease (Redirected from Breast diseases)
Benignity (Redirected from Benign)
Malignancy
Malignancy
Malevolence
Lucifer
Nipple (Disambiguation)
Baby Bottle
Bisphenol A
Polycarbonate
Hormone
Hormone-Sensitive Lipase
Adipocyte (Redirected from Adipocytes)
White Adipose Tissue
Brown Adipose Tissue
Lipid Droplet
Proteomics
Phosphatidylcholine
Biological Membrane
Integral Membrane Protein
Drumhead
Dumb Head
Dickhead
Resonance
Tuned Mass Damper
Structural Integrity and Failure
Normal Mode
Motion
Motion (Physics)

I get an erection when looking at photographs of the female nipple(s)/breast(s). I mean, not really…but yeah. I’m really not in the habit of looking up pictures of nipples…female or otherwise…but thanks to my current course(s) and/or path(s)…nipple pictures were/are on the menu…so to speak.

Next UP!!!

!!!-N¿U?N¿?Y¿A-!!!

^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^

I can’t remember what I was gonna say here.

Srsly...I can't remember.

Honestly…there was something.

Truthfully…I forgots wut it wuz.

Really…I’m not lying.

Well…I might be lying.

Just a little bit tho.

^Lo Fidelity Allstars – Battleflag [High Quality]^

Roob mentioned something the other day regarding “length.” It was in response to one of her whatevers that she wrote, and I posted over at “my blog” over on Blogger.

Q: Is time really…relative?

A: Your time is prolly relative to you. That's prolly gonna make it relative to me and others, when and where it is.

SIMPLE!!!
Mystery = Solved! Next!

^The Revolting Cocks – Big Sexy Land^

Q: If you never get emotional, when doing what it is that you are doing, what is the point?

A: <No Answer Even Remotely Possible Here>

The above question is so impossibly difficult to even begin to try and answer…that yeah…you may already have that answer. Not that you should feel foolish or cheated and having the answer all along and not knowing it. Maybe think of it as sequences and sequencing in sequence. It’s what keeps things rolling.

We are capable of many and much.

Sometimes…not so many, and/or, not so much.

But it’s kinda relative.

Is it what cha need? Or what cha want?

Which matters? Both dummy. Just…not always at the same times.

I’m as stubborn of an asshole jackass as anyone.

I can and will…say things that are gonna piss you off something fierce.

Just…have a lot of things that I am thinking about, and a proportionate amount of things that I am trying to NOT think about.

I gots no answers.

But I’m willing to wear my mangled-assed fingers down to the nub searching for them.

Why?

Why not.

Someone’s gotta do it.

I appear to have the time.

Results = Atypical.

Atypical

^Meat beat manifesto – Strap down (480p)^

Tommy: Let’s think about this for a sec, Ted. Why would somebody put a guarantee on a box? Hmmm, very interesting.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Go on, I’m listening.
Tommy: Here’s the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy guarantee on a box ’cause he wants you to feel all warm and toasty inside.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Yeah, makes a man feel good.
Tommy: ‘Course it does. Why shouldn’t it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Guarantee Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?
[chuckles until he sees that Ted is not laughing]
Ted Nelson, Customer: [impatiently] What’s your point?
Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” says the little fairy; well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s money missing off the dresser, and your daughter’s knocked up. I seen it a hundred times.
Ted Nelson, Customer: But why do they put a guarantee on the box?
Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a guaranteed piece of shit. That’s all it is, isn’t it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer’s sake, for your daughter’s sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.

Movie = Tommy Boy

Miss ya Chris. ❤

I know you ain’t really gone…

You just ain’t here.

But you are.

Weird...eh?

^Best moments: Matt Foley (Chris Farley) – Motivational speaker – SNL^

Gotta pay to play I guess.

Q: What is “fair market value” and “when?”

A: SAY WUT???

Oh yeah…also…for how long?

Meh…they’ll figure it out.

One way or another…someone will.

Faith…I have it.

I hope I do anyway.

^Yello – Goldrush I (1986)^

Turpentine
Alpha-Pinene
Beta-Pinene
Allyl Group
Plasticity
Gland (Redirected from Glandular)
Martholme
Thomas the Apostle (Redirected from Marthoma)
Freyja (Redirected from Marthoell)
Jötunn
Marthozite
Orthorhombic Crystal System
Anisotropy
Grain
Grain (Disambiguation)
Grains Per Gallon
Calcium Carbonate
Vaterite
Metastability
Chemical Stability
Pineal Gland
Trigeminal Ganglion
Whiskers
Orbit (Anatomy)
Orbital
Orbital Resonance
Apsidal Precession
Milankovitch Cycles
Axial Tilt
Ice Age
Ayahuasca

So…it seems that the rain-forest will indeed be cut-down/destroyed…

…by the same assholes that supposedly were trying to save it.

Weird.

^Yello – Cosmic Baby ↑ Dr. Van Steiner^

Q: When I give you the answer you want and/or are looking for…will you like me again?

A: ...

Not that you ever liked me or anything.

Just askin. Just sayin.

Still lookin.

Carry on.

^Opus III – It’s A Fine Day^

“Time began…when I say it began!” – God

Lolz!!!

Put that on a billboard or bumper-sticker.

loLz!!!

^Nitzer ebb – Control i´m here^

-c+Y+a-
+c-F-a+

^Yello – The Race, extended version (1988) [OWee’s 2012 video]^

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*Blimey! Supernumerary nips, Clicky… Who’d have thought? Cade’s got it all…*

*/rolls eyes… Yeah… /shakes head… Just put the Song up…*

Welcome to the LoL

Well, it was going to be a double header for Sunday, Dear Reader: two missives from Cade, butt… in the end I spent the evening with Thoughtful Man, helping him catch up on Doctor Who episodes…

So without further ado, Dear Reader, here is The Okie Devil’s second missive for Easter Sunday. Enjoy! ❤

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HAPPY EASTER DOUCHEBAGS!!!

Q: When did this “person of interest” vanish?

^Matt Lange – Escapist^

Q: Is this what has happened to teaching/teachers?

^Matt Lange – Count It^

Oh yeah?

^deadmau5 – Polaris^

Q: If we take a single bacteria…and intentionally “suspend” that living organism’s “anima”…what does that do to time?

Q: If the engine pulling our train suddenly stops completely, what happens to the cars that this engine is pulling?

Q: If time stops for one, that cascades and causes time to stop for all, how would you know?

^No Mana – Metronomes For Pulsars (Monstergetdown Remix)^

^Hancock Saves Ray ”Train Scene” – Hancock-(2008) Movie Clip Blu-ray HD^

Q: What happens to Location B/System B?

^deadmau5 & ATTLAS – bad at titles^

^Robert Oaks – Apparitions^

^deadmau5 feat. Grabbitz – Let Go (NemesiZ Remix)^

^Blue Mora – Life^

^No Mana feat. Winnie Ford – Constellations^

^ATTLAS – The Machinery Chewed^

^HolyU – Hidden Lines^

^Robert Oaks – It’s Coming^

^Notaker – Abyss^

Q: If you are going to “take me for a ride”…what consideration(s) are you really affording me?

^No Mana – Static^

^Tinlicker – As We Wake^

^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^

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It has been a quiet Easter weekend, Dear Reader, which I have mostly spent watching movies with my pampered pooch, Poppy, asleep at my side. Last night after watching the new Doctor What episode, I decided to re-watch a favourite moving picture of mine, called ‘The Fall’…

… And later read Leg-Iron’s latest post…

In between I received a new missive from The Okie Devil, reproduced for your enjoyment, below…

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^The Chemical Brothers – Let Forever Be^

^PropellerHeads – Bang On!^

^Boo Yaa TRIBE feat Mack 10 – Bang On^

^Pleasurekraft – Anubis (Mike Vale Remix)^

Q: If the redundancy is needed, how/why is it necessary?

^GTA & Diplo – Boy Oh Boy (Original Mix) [Tomorrowland Video HD]^

Q: At what point is “a safety chain” NOT…a permanent and required fixture within the framework that requires it?

^M.I.A. – Paper Planes^

^Rag’n’Bone Man – Human (Official Video)^

OH YEAH!!! WAVY WALL ATTACK!!!

^MESHUGGAH – Bleed (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^

^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^

^Tegan and Sara – Now I’m All Messed Up [Official Lyric Video]^

^Fantastic Plastic Machine – Bachelor Pad^

Q: Why?

^Hello Seahorse – Despues^

^Pogo – Where I Belong HD^

/me shrugs

Dunno.

Feeling kinda sapped myself.

^05 Datos Intimos (She’s a Tease) Happy-Fi Coyote Nights^

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

^Eptic & FuntCase – Oh Shit!^

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I forgot to mention, there’s a new Art exhibition on in my home town… It’s called ‘Wave‘…

Happy Easter, Dear Reader… Have another Song… ❤

THURSDAY NIGHT… ABOUT 22OOH… ISH…

“Hello mum. How are you?” Kit Kat plonked himself in Thoughtful Man’s chair and looked at me earnestly.

I was engrossed in reading Cade’s latest missive on my computer screen. “I’m fine thanks, Kitten. And you?”

“I’m okay,” he said, “Are you doing anything interesting?”

“Yes.” I carried on reading and editing.

“Mum, would you like a sip?” Kit Kat held a can of Pepsi to me. He was now lounging on the floor, propped up on one elbow like he was attending a Roman feast. “Bet you didn’t even see me leave and come back.”

“No thanks, darling, and yes I did.” I hadn’t.

“Okay,” he said taking a swig from the can. I carried on reading.

“Is it the thirteenth today?” Kit Kat asked from the arm of my enormous chair. He stroked the sleeping dog beside me and peered at my computer screen. “I’m not looking at your stuff,” he said defensively, “I just saw the date.”

“Yeah,” I said turning to look at his flushed face. There is only reason for this level of attentiveness from Thing Two. “Do you want something to eat?”

“Ooh are you making food, mum?” Thing One interjected from his Captain’s Chair without taking his eyes from his game. “Can I have a garlic pizza?”

I got up from my seat and went into the kitchen. Kit Kat was already there, holding open the doors of the fridge freezer, contemplating the array of foodstuffs that Thoughtful Man had put in there the day before.

“Oh, there’s only one garlic pizza left,” I said pulling the box from the freezer. “If you wanted this you should have just said instead of faffing about.”

He took his time in front of the open doors, rocking back and forth on his heels, humming and hawing before pointing at a small cardboard and cellophane box nestled on the second shelf of the fridge. “What’s that?”

I picked up the chicken caesar wrap Thoughtful Man had bought for me. “Do you want it?”

“What date is on it?” Kit Kat asked nonchalantly.

“The thirteenth,” I said with a squint.

“Thanks,” he said taking it from my hands. “No point in wasting it.”

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There are lots of great poets and poems out there, and no end of useless politicians and their fuckwittery to choose from this time… But what to choose, who to choose? I tell you, Dear Reader, I was stumped…/scratches head…