Missive From ‘Merica: Seasonal Greetings…

…From Cade, the Okie Devil in Text Us…

Dear Reader… Enjoy! ❤




^Doubting Thomas – Father Don’t Cry^

There was some shit that I just read on Twitter, under a certain hashtag, and there was a something under that certain hashtag’s Twitter results about “useful idiots”. Like, who gets to determine who is an idiot, and when/how they can be useful.


Big on tools are ya?

Use em’ up, get a new one?

Whatever is handy and/or available…

anything and everything is a tool.

^Nine Inch Nails vs. The Beatles – Come “Closer” Together^

Then there’s this bullshit…


Again with the Archons. Lemme tell you how I read this Archon bullshit…


Simple. Kicked…the FUCK…out. “But who is kicking who?”…you might ask? Welp, if someone lays the groundwork for a bright and glorious future…

Q: Who is being omitted?


You create all of these rigid walls, and expect the occupants to be happy? Well, I got a question for ya…

Q: Which side of the wall do you live on?

A: Past --->? | ? <--- Future

Still confused as to what I am talking about? The Archons were Greek? All kinds of arches, and arcs, and sparks, and tension(s) and friction(s) and shit flying everywhere out of Greece. But I get the feeling, that these types of infrastructures were meant and/or intended for self-rule. Have we lost that? Or was it taken? The infrastructure will always be there. We do with it whatever we do.

Something about serving two masters?
^Terrible Lie^

The future…kicked out of living their own lives, because of their having to carry around bullshit built by the past.

‘Thou shewest loving kindness unto thousands, and recompensest the iniquity of the fathers into the bosom of their children after them: the Great, the Mighty God, the Lord of hosts, is his name,’

Jeremiah 32:18 (King James Version)

‘You show unfailing love to thousands, but you also bring the consequences of one generation’s sin upon the next. You are the great and powerful God, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.’

Jeremiah 32:18 (New Living Translation)

‘You show love to thousands but bring the punishment for the parents’ sins into the laps of their children after them. Great and mighty God, whose name is the Lord Almighty,’

Jeremiah 32:18 (New International Version)

‘You show love to thousands but bring the punishment for the parents’ sins into the laps of their children after them. Great and mighty God, whose name is the Lord Almighty,’

Jeremiah 32:18 (New International Version – UK)

Them Limeys love their independence don’t they? 😛

^Moby, Go – 1991^

Dunno bout choo, but requiring someone you don’t even know to face something just because you yourself had to face it? Sounds…erm…short sighted. I don’t always and forever want someone else seeing for me. You’ve no idea what I’m going to face in my life, nor do I know what you will face in yours.

The Founders addressed what they could, and left the rest to us to figure out. People living in 1776 couldn’t relate to “Steam Engine Locomotive Regulations” any more than we can in 2017. I guess if you wanted to get clever, and change that to “Steam Engine Regulations”, or even “Steam Regulations”, we could all of a sudden start relating in all kinds of ways. From water regulations, to stove top cookware regulations, to electrical power generation regulations, to interstate transport regulations, and beyond. Afterall, transporting something, is transporting something…right? Doesn’t matter what it is.

lolz...doesn't "matter" what it is...lolz
^Andy C – Haunting^

How are you being? How has your being been being? Everything been being the goodest best that it can be? Good. Real good. Double-Plus Good.

I have a rash on my brain, but I can’t see it. I know it’s there tho. A drank a coupla tubes of Cortisone rash cream. I should be OK in a day or so. Prolly an STD. Can you get an STD from thinking about sex? What if I am thinking about having sex, and the person that I am thinking about doesn’t actually have an STD? Moreover, what if I don’t think about anyone specific when I jerk off? That line of thinking is getting more and more vague…so Imma go jerk-off real quick. BRB.

I'm back. 

WHEW!!! I feel refreshed.

^Nine Inch Nails – That’s What I Get^

Based on some reading, I get the feeling that another angle that is being played here and there, is this angle of “you spy on me, I’m gonna spy on you.” Perhaps even lines of “you tell on me, I tell on you.” Maybe even lines of “if I go down, I’m not going down alone.”

Any and/or all of those? 

Yeesh. What in the FUCK is going on in your life that not only are you in constant danger of being destroyed, you’ve got to further devise plans to destroy anyone and everyone who tries to destroy you? Lots of destroying being planned and participated in going on in those lines of thinking.

Again…yeesh. Sounds like some envy might be at the base of those lines of thinking, but that’s just me. Yeah, envy. Envy starts you off wanting what others have and how to get it, and you wind up envying your own task. You’ll do anything and everything to ensure it’s completion.

Q: Now what?

A: /me shrugs

Don’t ask me…I just work here.

^The XX – Intro HQ^

Endure it. That’s the only thing I personally know to do. Take it all into The Gingerbread House of Horrors, put it into the storage maze and/or drag it into the workshop, and see if it can be used somehow for something destined the toolbox. It can then sit in the toolbox when/if/until needed.

/me shrugs
^Soulwax – ‘Is It Always Binary’ (Official Video)^

When I was a kid, there was a preacher who once said

“I figure that we’ve all a box of blessings that God has set aside for each of us, and those blessings are gifted to us throughout our lives when we do what we are supposed to, when we are supposed to, how we are supposed to. When I get to Heaven, I want that box of blessings to be empty.”

Welp, that’s quite a charming notion. However, I figure irrespective of the existence/non-existence of God/gods, every breath that I take is a blessing. I don’t give a fuck if God/gods exist or not. I figure if the motherfuckers want me to know they exist, they’ll let me know. Not sure what good that is going to do me, nor anyone else, but maybe they’d fill me in with that information too.

No idea. 

Anyway, thinking about what that preacher said, I understand the analogy, and the example(s) the preacher related make sense to me. It’s a nice thought. But it also seems to burden one of us more than the other, and I don’t mean me. I pretty happy with having a life. I’ve no idea where it came from, but I’ve got it. Everything else is gravy.

^Alison – Slowdive cover^


Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays
^NONONO – Pumpin Blood (Official Video)^

If I “fit in” somewhere…doesn’t that mean that I also now “fit out” of where I am currently? Or are we accumulating and amassing here? I’m told that I don’t need to know the specifics of how an intercontinental ballistic missile works, but how they work interests me. Nevermind that I’m surrounded by the motherfuckers. Doesn’t matter how close they are to me currently, because they can be a helluva lot closer in about 30 minutes.

That said, is it really any wonder that North Korea wants their own nuclear weapons? That they want to be able to guide and determine their own futures? Isn’t that what everyone else wants? I see a lot of bitching about North Korea getting their own nukes, but I sure as shit don’t see any of the currently nuclear armed nations reducing their own stockpiles. Not only that, they are increasing them. North Korea is a fucking BOON for the arms industry, which means they are a boon for government(s) and business(es) worldwide.

Something about serving(s). Something about master(s). Two of them. Or more?

I dunno.

I’m illiterate and/or functionally illiterate.

^Front 242 – Matrix Megahertz^

US Presidents are famous for talking about strength and power, but so is every other “world leader” and so do “world leaders” of all kinds. You really think that the CEO of some huge corporation is going to give press releases about “how weak and vulnerable” their company is? Do you walk around your life letting everyone know how weak and vulnerable you are? Or are you armed to the teeth with weapons and training, wound like a coil-spring just looking for a place to go off?


*/cough… Ratner… /cough… Water, Clicky…*

*Thank you…*


There was a documentary I watched sometime back about the history of The UK and it’s efforts to obtain nuclear weapons back in the 1940’s and 1950’s, and the narrator made one of the most curious observations/statements that I’ve ever heard in a documentary. The narrator was talking about the politics involved in the decision making in a post-WWII Britain that decided to create and fund the programs to obtain their own nuclear arsenal, and the narrator commented something to the effect of

“these decisions to go forward and create Britain’s own independent nuclear weapons program secured Britain’s place at the top table on the world stage”

…or something like that. “Top Table” is what really stuck out in my mind. Top…table.

Top Table


Tic Tac
^Run The Jewels – Call Ticketron (Official Music Video)^

I guess that whoever wrote that narration is quite confident that people aren’t fond of scraps. When you do get fond of and/or used to scraps, and someone cuts that off?

I guess that results in things like…oh say…December 7th, 1941.

That's just a guess tho.

Isn’t that where we live tho? A world of scraps? I mean…you found that Uranium…right? The place where you build your labs and construction facilities…you found those places…right? All the people involved…you found them too?

Q: What found you?

A: ... !!! ...

Is that what destiny is? Are you scraps to be found by destiny? Maybe that’s how we find our destiny/destinies…by destiny finding us first.

^SWIMM – Man’s Man (Official Video)^

I’m not running out of things to say…I’m running into things to say.

Now all I gotta do...is say them.

I wonder if I’ll ponder what I should say, and what I shouldn’t?

I wonder if I’ll ponder how to say it, or how not to say it?

^Pink Floyd – Time (one man cover)^

If we lose our ability to communicate, I wonder if anyone will be willing to communicate for us?

What will we say now that we wouldn’t say when we had the ability to say it ourselves, but cannot say now?

You want someone else to speak/communicate for you? It appears that there is no shortage of others willing to do just that. I guess they themselves have nothing to say, and loads of people to not say it to.

I dunno…

maybe I’m wrong.

Lot’s to think about there.

Happy Holidays

Travel Well

Be Safe

^There Is A Light That Never Goes Out – The Smiths cover^


^InsideInfo & Mefjus – Pulsation^


Merry Christmas, Cade ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Streaming & Dreaming

I have cold, Dear Reader, and eyes, nose and other bits are streaming…

*/sniffs and splutters… Whatever, Clicky… /hawks and spits… Take the piss… /coughs and pees… Oh fuck!*

The Okie Devil of Text US has kindly sent a missive to cheer me up, and it is presented for you, below. I had fun last night taking photos for a ’12 days of Christmas’ idea he had, the results of which can be seen here

*/smiles… That was weird this morning. The Slogmeister must have been working on that story at the same time Cade was writing his Smiley tutorial yesterday…*

*And a minute after tweeting it out the short story, Old Holborn’s telly recommendation appears in my Twitterfeed! …/blows nose… Fucking weird!*

Anyhoo… Tuck in and enjoy the missive, Dear Reader. I’ll see you at the… at the…

… Bottom.



This mess.

Welcome to it.

Yep…it’s gonna be one.

   A mess.

   But I’ve not wrote it yet.

   How do I know it’s gonna be a mess?

Let’s find out!!!

OH!!! It’s Sunday December 17th of 2017!!!

Everyone ready for Christmas?

Me either :/

Happy early birthday sis.

^High Contrast – Days go by^

Off the top of my head, I can think of at least three things that I want to talk about/write about. Therefore, I personally think that it’s safe to assume that this will…in fact…be a mess. I guess that I could bullet-point the three things that I want to talk about, but I don’t do that.

Snot how I roll.

It’s highly possible, that as I write, I won’t get to a single one of these three things that I am currently thinking of writing about. It’s possible that I’ll get to some, and not others.

Let's me flow.

Rationalize. Irrationalize. Ponder. Even sometimes, if not most of the time, write without thinking. Might this not seem tedious to the reader? Maybe. But I like to think that my writing is more conversational. I used to do the same in my music and poetry, but was never really able to translate that to any of my writing.

1. Think about whatever I am thinking about.

2. Remove the participants.

3. Think of someone that doesn’t exist.

4. Let it fly.

Yep…take a “real life” something, remove the people involved, create someone fictional to project my thoughts upon, turn my feelings loose. Write about nothing in particular, to no one in particular, about something specific. That’s not always the case tho. Much of the time, I try and weave in similar and/or dissimilar stuff when and where it seems to fit. Especially when shit don’t fit at all.

It’s OK to be clever. It’s not OK to be disingenuous.

^The Prototypes – Abyss VIP^

So…that creates a quandary, doesn’t it?

Ignorantia juris non excusat
Promulgation (Canon Law)
Willful Blindness
How do we learn? 

To relate, there was a Tweet I saw this morning, which I cannot now find, but it was about the EU/UK fishing regulations. Specifically, that UK fishermen are required to go out at least 10 miles from the UK before fishing, but EU boats were allowed to fish within 3 miles of UK shores.

^Black Sun Empire & Jade – Deadhouse (Mefjus & InsideInfo Remix)^

There were several other “Brexit” related Tweets that also appeared on my Twitter feed for some reason, and they aren’t showing up now. Stay with me. One of these Tweets, and I’m pretty sure it was the fishing one, made the comment to the effect that:

“The EU teaches under the banner of…do it like this, or else.”

Welp…it got me to thinking of the opposite. Who teaches under the banner of “do it like this, or whatever”? EVERYTHING is “do it like this, or else.” And speaking of teaching, if nothing else, I am trying to be more mindful of punctuation with respect to quotation marks. I digress.

^Black Sun Empire & State of Mind – Until The World Ends^

So yeah…

Q: How do we learn?

A: Accountability?

12 years old

(a boy becomes a man)

16 years old

(a teenager can drive)

18 years old

(a teenager is now an adult in some ways, and not so much in others)

21 years old

(a human being can now drink booze and smoke fags and shit like that)

Where are we getting this shit from? IQ tests? Personality tests? Sexuality tests? Seems to be some testing going on.

‘Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.’

Psalm 51:5

‘Because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.’

Acts 17:31

Pick and choose.

Pick Can Choose.

Pecan Shoes.

Fuckit…I dunno.

/me shrugs
^Andy C & Fiora – Heartbeat Loud (Andy C VIP) (Official Video)^

Now that we’ve covered a bunch of shit that I wasn’t thinking about prior to starting writing, I guess we can get to one of the things I was thinking about prior to starting writing.

I was cruising a certain blog last night, and there was a comment someone had made on a certain article, and this comment was to the effect of “if you could step outside yourself, and see what others see, what would you see?” or “how would you see yourself?” or something like that.

What immediately popped into my head was the removal of self, from self, to see self.

!?!! ó¿ó !!?!

Yeah…weird. Such an act, seemed more a fascination with yourself via how others see yourself. To me anyway, that’s more of a physical thing. Others only know your physical self, and those bits of ourselves that we choose to share. Only you know you. I would phrase the previous as “only you know the real you”…and there is some truth to that, but others can, and do, get to know us just fine sometimes.

That’s your choice as much as anyone that you interact with. But that knowing only covers the spans in time that it does. Yes…people can and do, change. You prolly just weren’t there to see it. So yeah…again…how do we learn? I dunno. Figure it out your own fucking self?


There’s a future out there. We are connected to it. But I was thinking last night heavily along the lines of teaching, and how we allow others to learn via more than rod, lash and regulation. I mean, why punch someone in the face to get them to do what you want, when a simple request will suffice?

Is the answer…standardization? If a punch to the face works here, it’s prolly gonna work there. I don’t like being punched nor punching. There’s gotta be a better way.

^[x] – Rx – Stage 2^

I think a lot about how I would teach someone who knows more than I do. Sound ridiculous? Welp, you must lead a charmed life, because I’ve found that I am CONSTANTLY having to teach smart motherfuckers why they are so damn dumb. I think there is a relating aspect that goes along with that thought, so if you apply some thinking to what it is to relate via multiple channels at the same time, maybe my calling smart fucks “dumbasses” will make a little more sense.

EX: Judge Brainiac McPurity has been practicing law for 40 years. Cade F.O.N Apollyon has never practiced law at all, but he does have an interest in it.

Q: What is our first, and only connection?

A: Law?

If me and Judge Brainiac McPurity ever meet, does that imply that it’s only because Cade has broken the law and now stands in front of Judge McPurity?

Really? You sure? 

What if I bump into Judge McPurity while standing in line/on queue at McDonald’s because both of us are having simultaneous Big Mac Attacks? What if, while we both wait to get our McDonald’s on, we just so happen to start chatting? What if that conversation somehow turns to law?

^The Temptations – Law Of The Land^

I mean, I once bumped into a 2-Star Air Force General at the DMV in Virginia. In that instance, we were just two plain-ol’ people…both of us currently at the mercy of the Virginia Department of Motor Vehicles.

There’s always an equality.

You just gotta find it.

Just know, that this equality, is quite fragile.

Handle with care.

Just a friendly suggestion.

^Andy C – Haunting^

Someone just Tweeted this nonsense, so let’s take a voyeuristic peek up the skirt of…whatever this is.

Banning Words In The Trump Administration’s War On Truth

War on Truth. Sounds really fucking srs.

Srsly. Sounds srs.
^Front 242 – Masterhit^

I actually saw this elsewhere with respect to some FCC or other bullshit where there were certain words that were being banned, and that also was relegated to the “Orwellian” realm(s). But I gotta question something here…

Q: Isn’t relegation, acting doing the very same thing you are bitching about others doing?

A: !!!

Relegation. Classification. There’s a nested need to know there. Like my using “bitching” above. Did I used that because the author of the story is a woman? Did I use it because the person that Tweeted the story is also a woman? Does it matter that I caught these distinctions when first using that term in writing the sentence, yet used that parlance anyway?

I don’t see women as bitches nor do I classify a woman complaining as “bitching”. So why did I use that word, even tho I caught it?

Well, I ain’t trying to get laid, and I ain’t trying to not get laid, and I ain’t trying to make friends, nor am I trying to not make friends. I’m just writing. If I spend all my time in the “editorial” area of writing, I should prolly stop writing and become an editor. That’s just my thinking tho. That said, isn’t that what Winston did? In the book “1984” weren’t Winston and his co-workers nothing more than editors with a dash of wordsmithing? Wordsmithing using certain sieves produces certain results. One would certainly think so anyway.

That said, I wonder if sieves can go both ways with respect to channeling? One way narrows, the other…erm…prolly sounds like a horn.

Speech-Language Pathology
^Sub Focus – Turn Back Time (Metrik Remix)^

So last night, I babbled a bit on my own blog about a documentary that I saw earlier in the week. This documentary was a Vice News piece on “Targeted Individuals”, and there were several things that really stood out to me. One of them being, the many things that stood out to me.

Electronic Harassment (Redirected from Targeted Individual)


I guess in thinking about it now, if we really are nothing more than bags of goop, that are capable of nothing more than a bunch of chemical/electrical impulses…we’re already in deep shit…eh?

^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids^

That makes me think of this “Archons” group that RooBeeDoo has mentioned to me via her listening to some dude named John Lamb Lash. I’ve only listened to one of his talks, but the one that I listened to was interesting. Anyway, I’ve been pondering “symbiosis” for a while with respect to life, and Roob recently added something to my vocabulary that has given me pause.

Phoresis (Biology) (Redirected from Phoresy)

We don’t do well with “gentle”…do we? We can handle the kick, the slap, the punch…but not the gentle. We’ve no fucking clue what to do with it. It’s like…the slap we weren’t expecting. Quite poignant…eh?

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about bacteria, and these “reprogramming” aspects of bacteria that seem so scary and shocking with respect to “a bacteria reprogramming our bodies to do this or that” or “require this or that”. Prolly why viruses come in so handy. They do the same shit, they just do it a shade differently, and we tend to ALWAYS assume that this and these actions via a virus is malevolent.

But we get confused as shit with respect to bacteria. We label some as good, some as bad, yet we somehow need both to survive. It’s confusing as shit to me, because I’ve always been told that too much of a good thing is a bad thing.

^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^

Just thinking, that if certain “DNA Programming” types bother you, and others do not, you might wanna get comfortable with both. It’s always been my understanding that basically, that’s all a virus is. A piece of genetic code, that does nothing but reprogram other codes. I think that we are eventually going to find out different, and that there is something really interesting and frightening to be found within the cores of viruses…but that’s just me.

That said, there sure is a lot of motion going on with all of this programming and reprogramming. I mean…that’s what we are eventually after, right? Time? Isn’t that what we are really chasing via any and all means? How to stop it. How to start it. How to prolong it. How to cease it.

Woah…that last one sounds…scary…eh?
^FRONT 242 – Strobe^

Anyway, that “Archons” bit that Roob recently mentioned to me rang a bell with respect to a book that I once read called “Waiting For The Galactic Bus”, and our talks this week made me think of a book called “Day Of The Cheetah”.

Waiting for the Galactic Bus
Day of the Cheetah

In the first book, the “entities” are “pure energy”. In the second book, the aircraft is mind-controlled via manipulating oneself between a sleep/wake state and the human/computer interface via alpha and beta waves.

Just want to mention, that I am of the opinion “delta” is going to get you nowhere…fast. There are many turns to a screw. Many threads.

Delta Wave

If delta indeed splits…now what?

D + A + B = DAB?

What about the other way?

B + A + D = BAD?

Dabbling in bad?

Meh…that shit can get confusing. We should prolly wait for the experts to figure it all out, then we can just accept what they say as gospel, comply, and apply. As directed, when directed of course.

^The Prototypes – Moscow^

So that there is called “SoPi Zero”.

It’s simply a way for me to get my head around Pi in certain instances, and keep my head from getting wrapped around Pi in other instances. There are some parabolas nested in there, but I’ve not added them yet. Lots’ of curved space and curving spaces. But I guess the biggie is that I see decimals a shade different than most do.

A “part” is still a whole, in and of itself. Many parts, that are wholes, than can and do sometimes assemble to make entirely new wholes. But there is a divisive nature to separations of all kinds, and yet, there is still a nested bond contained within certain divides. Doors that remain open, even tho they appear closed. I mean…that’s what separation is…right? A divide? A span that cannot be bridged. What have we forgotten? Time.


BTW, the colors are important in that image. Just sayin’.

^Rusko – Somebody To Love (Sigma Remix)^

So that there is called “Cosmic Corridor 03”.

That’s just a way for me to get my head wrapped around a nested method of travel in which both Newtonian and non-Newtonian motion will appear to coexist at some points, and be either one or the other at other points.

If you think of the grey thing as a space ship, and the black think as a planet, the ship is basically entering on a trajectory that should dictate that the ship will enter the planet’s atmosphere.

However, it won't. 

It’s going to appear to stop, hover, and eventually start traveling in ways that make no sense whatsoever. Eventually, it’s going to “rocket-away” at what appears to be ridiculous speeds along an impossible trajectory path. But a straight line is likely going to be surrounded by all kinds of bends, folds, and perhaps even energies that seem to warp and/or are warping. Prolly gonna be a lot of difficulty in determining what is wave, and what is particle. But basically, this is how I see matter as being able to maintain inertia, speed and velocity, all while appearing to lose all of those.

Lots of angles and angling to consider there, but just keep in mind, that 0° is also an angle.

^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^

My intension(s)? I didn’t realize that my announcing my own intentions was requisite. Especially if you are simply going to use my response to further doubt whatever it is that I tell you. Thinking like that can certainly put a strain on a relationship. Why someone cannot be comfortable with my discomfort is understandable, but at the same time, it’s kinda confusing. Sometimes even disheartening. I can see the parallels someone might draw with someone becoming comfortable with someone else’s discomfort, but that’s not really what I’m talking about.

Ironic that I need to talk about just that.

I’m uncomfortable with most nomenclatures. I’ve no problem with nomenclatures. Sound contradictory? Welp, if you are male, and someone calls you a sissy or fairy or says you sing like a girl…is that not also contradictory? You can slap virtually any label on any thing…that doesn’t make it applicable. Some ominous warning on a cigarette carton isn’t going to give you cancer, but it certainly may scare the shit out of you.

I need to go.
^Sub Focus – Timewarp^

Welp, I got to two of the three items I was thinking about prior to staring this bullshit. At this point, I can’t even remember what that third thing was. But…it’ll come to me. I gotta go make some soup.

Merry Christmas.


^Ed Sheeran – Give Me Love [Official Video]^


^Culture Shock – Troglodyte (Original Mix)^


We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader…

*Thank you, Clicky… /clears throat… Probably best if I just pack myself off to bed…*

Have a Song 😀


Missive From ‘Merica: Quality Time Spent Smoking With Child

And I don’t mean the new plain packaging health warning, Dear Reader…

smoking dummy

*/rolls eyes… Gawd, Tobacco Cons  LOVE their photoshopping, don’t they, Clicky…*

… No, a new missive from Cade, received last night…

Knot sure butt it may have been partially inspired by a great post by Frank in the Blue Universe yesterday…


Action At A Distance

Before we make too many assumptions about any pre-existing bonds that are simply not detectable by the existing model/models and/or testing methods/personnel/equipment and shit like that…erm…

^HolyU – Lift arrived _second Floor^

I’m not going to think in terms of alternate dimensions, or even alternate realities…but more of altered realities. So let’s think about big assed scientific experiments and little thoughts, and how those affect others in action.

EX: You are driving along in your car, listening to the radio, happy as a clam…then suddenly….BAM!!! Yer dead.

So if there is life elsewhere in The Universe, and someone billions of light years away from us is just going about their day…then suddenly…BAM!!! they’re dead. Hit right in the motherfucking brainpan by a stray particle created by The LHC or a similar machine.

Sound impossible?

One word: Leukemia

You can substitute cancer in there if ya want, but “cancer” has gotten so goddamn vague anymore that it may as well not even exist…even tho it does. It’s only pulled out of the hat when all attempts at “avoiding the C word” have failed. But I could be wrong on that. I don’t have as much experience with it as most people. Only indirect experience /shrug

^Monstergetdown – Tres^

I got to take a drive with my oldest son a coupla days ago. I asked him for a cigarette, he looked at me weird, asked me,

“Are You Serious?”

…then he eventually gave me one and I smoked it. Tasted pretty much the same as the last cigarette I smoked, although I must admit that I never would have dreamed that I would have an enjoyable moment smoking a cigarette with one of my children, while riding in a car on a sunshiny but cool spring day.

Later, we got to talking about hell and heaven, and how these concepts related to the movie “Event Horizon.” I related my thoughts as to travelers in the film traveling into the unknown using an unknown method of travel, and how I perceived that this probably would have seemed to these travelers. Afterall, we are talking about faster than light travel with respect to beings that really have no clue as to “normal travel” as of yet.

^Tinlicker – Donderdag^

I asked him to imagine traveling at the speed of light or faster, and encountering a human being.  He stated that,

“wouldn’t we just burn right through them?”

I said “Yes! However…imagine what that would look like, as you passed through that human. Bone, blood, tissues, cells, etc.”

He grimaced.

NOW! Think about this.  You come out of the other side of that human after “burning right through them”…what do you think that would look like/seem like to you?  He answered,


Exactly!  Now…let’s make it even worse.

Let’s say that you’ve burned through that human…pass through the wall behind them, or bounce off a mirror…then suddenly…you see that same person again.

My son suddenly had a weird look on his face.

You are assuming your size son. What if…when you passed through this human being…you shrunk to a microscopic size? Keeping that in mind as you have just passed through that human, exited that bloodbath, and now here they are right in front of you again…you begin your second approach to them…and you are completely complexed as to why you are seeing them again, as they should have disintegrated completely on the previous pass. However…as you get closer to them…you notice a tiny little red dot, and you suddenly realize that this red dot is the point of entry on your first pass….and now…here we are…going though again.


^Enzo Bennet – Shadowman^

He brought up The Butterfly Effect and Quantum Mechanics, but I told him that he needed to keep time in mind when thinking about these things. Mainly because, this butterfly of ours may or may not have the effect that we assume, and/or it may take thousands to even millions of years for this effect to take place. If you spend your entire life following a single particle to see if the result is as you predicted it to be…

Q: Who are you forgetting/excluding?

A: Yep…you.

We have effects on the results and the results sets. It’s the time and times between when we can get confused, when we attempt to include and exclude ourselves only at the beginning and the end.

^Fluke- Another kind of blues^

I have some other thoughts about “burning through” with respect to particles traveling at the speed of light or faster, but I think that things like lasers and radar/microwave radiating devices can better help us out, as to understanding the contextual nature of temporary states of matter, when and if biometric organisms are present in the presence of …erm… energies that are less contextually facilitatory to the continued existence of said organism(s).

^Fluke – Atom Bomb^

Always an excess. Whether that be on the positive side, or the negative side.

Q: What about when a theorem equates to zero?

A: Are you still alive? If so, what happened between conception of the theorem and arrival at zero?

Yep a lot of work to get to zero, and now, a lot of work remains to get away from it again.

Division by zero isn’t that difficult. It’s a matter of necessity. If you are needing a zero balance sum, you are prolly already operating in the excess column, whether that be positive and/or negative, and just don’t see it/them yet.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^

So now that we have slung some particle out into space, that has turned some life form’s head into mushy jelly and tossed their soul into the abyss…I wonder what the reaction will be? I guess the movie Starship Troopers makes more sense now. It does to me anyway.

^Lo Fidelity Allstars – Battleflag [High Quality]^
Does my filthy fucking mouth bother you?
Does my filthy mouth bother you?

Does my mouth bother you?

Does my bother you?

^Culture Shock – Troglodyte (Original Mix)^

So if we assume that there is no sound in space…does that mean that the presence of sound is an indicator to those or that which is traveling at speeds faster than light as to the presence of life?

Does that mean that the absence of sound is indicative of something so fucking infinitely loud, that it cannot be perceived?

Is this indicative of how radio-waves work, and when they don’t work “as-intended” and/or “as-advertised?”

I guess I’m gonna have to think about HAARP here seeing as how, at least as I understand it, it’s purpose it to raise the bands of the Ionosphere, and I’ve wondered about these bands cascading an reversing as an effect of this “raising.” A becomes E and E becomes A and so on.

However…since we are broadcasting sound and sounds and pictures and data into space via all kinds of methods and mediums…I have to wonder…

Q: What makes you think that "aliens" or "alien intelligences" would do the same?

A: !!!???!!!

I mean…space is supposed to be quiet right? If you are a space traveler who is traveling at faster than the speed of light to better detect “anomalous waves” within the natural scope of a solar system, wouldn’t that make sense as to why any sort of travel up to or at “the speed of light” that is generated artificially might just be…erm…hazardous to organic beings? ESPECIALLY to beings that are moving at speeds that exceed the speed of light.

But to add a caveat here, maybe there is also the effect of these beings not wanting to interfere with the communications. If we think in terms of Tachyons and Gamma Ray bursts, this might help us to understand how an “artificial burst” of these energies were more discernible from naturally occurring ones. Afterall…if we assume that Gamma Ray bursts are happening naturally in The Universe, but our findings are based on much of what we have learned about these energies using our own artificially created sources of these energies? Erm…maybe the entire Universe is at war…and we just don’t know it.

^Philip T.B.C. – Galactic (BTK Remix)^

How does one “kill the silence” I wonder?

I mean like…contextually. How is “killing the silence” applicable?

Only you would know the answer to this question.

^The Prototypes – Kill The Silence (ft. Ayah Marar)^

I guess it’s prolly difficult to wear the hat of a graduate, and know that you are but in your infancy with respect to learning and experience. But to me, that SHOULD be what keeps us young and hungry.



Not finding.

Keeping going.


Starting back up.

“You know it’s, not like that all ends…when you’re 18, or 21, or 41, or 61…it NEVER…never…ends…

“Like your Aunt Edna’s ass…it goes on forever and is just as frightening.”

-Jason Robards/Frank Buckman
Movie = Parenthood

^Ed Rush & Optical – Chubrub [Full Version]^

I dunno…just had to get a coupla things off my chest…but I gots no answers.

That guy who chopped his back in half with the sword or machette or whatever from my previous whatever? Yeah…it’s haunting me. Lotta things going on in that guy’s body. And when the other guy grabs his arm and pulls to steady him? Motherfucking YEESH!!! 😦

There’s more to that pic than simply “the idiocy of the moment.”  Afterall…when did that “idiocy of that moment” come to your particular attention?

Hope you enjoy your Saturday/Sunday.

^Andy C – Haunting^

cYa |  cFa

^Black Sun Empire & Eye-D – Brainfreeze (Neonlight Remix) V1 [Free]^


bat country

*Ooh… /sigh… better get moving then, Clicky. School and work tomorrow… things to do…*



Missive from ‘Merica: Kinda Super Stitches…

Today is the 13th day of the month and it happens to falls on a Friday. Some people feel a stab of anxiety when this particular combination day and date rolls round. My mother, an eminently sensible woman, would always arrange the day off from work if a Friday happened to be numbered thirteen…

*Alright, Clicky, don’t rub it in! …/folds arms… *

If you suffer from paraskevidekatriaphobia, Dear Reader, or just plain, old triskaidekaphobia, I can highly recommend the latest missive from The Okie Devil, below. It is the 12th to arrive at the LoL and was written on a Thursday, the twelvth; however, depending on the degree of disability, you may or may not want to read the next one, should it arrive. And, quite frankly, you should maybe think twice about going here.



Welcome to Twelve.
Yeah right.
I ain’t folding mine in half for anyone.

^Black Sun Empire & Audio – Drizzle^

I usually start this bullshit off with something clever.
But today?
I was all like…”fuck this shit! I’m gonna do something different today!!!”
So let’s go!!!
(we’ll find out what it is when and if we get there)

^Insideinfo & Mefjus – Mythos^

Just because this is my 12th post at “The LoL”…doesn’t necessarily mean that you should be reading it. Just sayin. Cause I’m sure you have better things to do. Not like any work goes into this bullshit. Just a buncha free-wheelin’, free-ballin’ nonsense that ain’t worth the Internet it’s written on.

Yes…”Internet” is a noun. A proper one even.
Irrespective of how “improper” the content may sometimes be.
Weird eh?

^InsideInfo – Metamorphosis (feat. Miss Trouble) LET IT ROLL 2016^

I’m just trying to help you out. You see…you really need to be aware of stuff that you are not aware of. The only way to do that? Yep! Be aware of it. And the only way to do that…is to be aware of the stuff you should be aware of. And the only way to do that? Yep. Be unaware of something. This is how we learn to be aware of the stuff that we are unaware of.

Now…you are prolly saying to yourself…
“DUDE!!! You are just playing word games!!!”
Am I?
Maybe if you think about it for a bit.
Q: How can you be aware of what you are unaware of?
A: ¿?¿
Yeah. U dunno either.
But that’s how we learn.
Pretty fucked up eh?
Oh…I’m sorry…am I boring you?

^deadmau5 – 2448^

If you are not aware, I am a licensed pilot. Yes, for airplanes. “Single-Engine Land” as it were. Meaning, I can fly single engine aircraft that are designed to land. Just kidding. That’s actually…single engine aircraft that are designed to land on land. Meaning, I can’t fly seaplanes or float-planes and land on water. I guess I could fly one if it landed on land, cause they do that as well. But I don’t fly anymore, so it’s irrelevant. Do you wanna know why I stopped flying? Sneezing. Srsly….I stopped flying because of sneezing. The first time you are someone like me, who has severe allergies and nasal deformations/issues, and you are prone to sneezing fits that make you dizzy and make you see stars and have been known to damn-near pass-out because of these? Well, the first time it happens when you are flying alone? Yeah…it’s scary as shit. Because all you can think about at the time is “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! I woulda crashed, and they never woulda known why!!! Because it would have been because I passed out due to a fucking sneezing fit!!!” But then later, you think…”HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! WHAT IF I WOULDA HAD A PASSENGER?!?!?!?” I know I’ve talked about this before in my writings over at whatchacallit forums, but it was, and is, heartbreaking that I can no longer fly because of my health.

Grounded by health issues, at the ripe old age of 28. :/
I grounded myself BTW. I could go flying today if I wanted to and had the money.
They’d never know…until they did.
And I just couldn’t live with that.
Even if I was dead.

^The Upbeats ft. Tasha Baxter – Alone (Fourward Remix)^

At this point, I can only suggest to you, that you avoid fights at nightclubs and/or bars. While the dudes that are fighting are headed to either the hospital or jail, that leaves just that many more available women available. And even an ugly motherfucker like me can prolly increase his chances of getting laid with those kinds of odds. Some might go so far as to instigate fights between others just in case no one is fighting. But not me. Too risky. And like my frivolous and carefree sexual escapades to be dangerous and risky on their own merits. That’s why I carry cigarettes and not condoms. I’d rather need a cigarette after, than a condom before during and after. Sorry, but condoms are gross. I can decorate an entire room with my spoo, and it’s not NEAR as gross as a fucking nasty assed rubber sack full of the same fluid along with a sheen of her own special blend. It’s prolly at this point that you are asking yourself, what in the FUCK does this bullshit have to do with flying or why I stopped flying or WHATtheFUCKever or something. And it’s simple.

“Consequences will never be the same.” – some poor schlub 😦

^DC Breaks – Gambino^

Oh…are you not familiar with that “Internet Meme” or Viral Video” or whatever in the fuck they are calling it these days?
Well…then lemme bring ya up to speed!!!

^YouTube Dad freaks out over trolls Consequences will never be the same original^

Ya see? I’m hip. Or hep. Or whatever. I’m “with it.” I’m down with being cool and shit like that. I’m actually a very astute and well read/well spoken motherfucker. And I’m not just saying that. I mean, yeah, I’m saying that. But I mean it. I know all of the jargon that is popular with popular peeps, and I know that peeps are sheeps that give me the creeps. No wait. I shouldn’t have said that out loud. Cause I need to be all subversive and covert with shit like that. That way, you don’t know for sure that you know for sure, until you know for sure. Because I’ll be all like…revealing my evil plan and/or plans to plan evil plans…or at least, I’m planning on it.

Don’t worry…it’s all part of the plan.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot^

Enjoying the music?
Welp… let’s fuck that all kinds of up!!!

1630s, “awful, dreadful, terrible,” from Latin tremendus “fearful, to be dreaded, terrible,” literally “to be trembled at”
1756, “special vocabulary of tramps or thieves.
former British colony in China, from Cantonese pronunciation of Chinese Xianggang, literally “fragrant port.”
English – “the people of England; the speech of England,”
Modern – 1580s, “person of the present time”
c. 1300, from Old French dozaine “a dozen,” from doze (12c.) “twelve,” from Latin duodecim “twelve,” from duo “two” + decem “ten”
Vulgar – late 14c., “common, ordinary,” from Latin vulgaris, volgaris “of or pertaining to the common people, common, vulgar, low, mean,” from vulgus “the common people, multitude, crowd, throng,” perhaps from a PIE root *wel- “to crowd, throng”
Unsprache – “proto-language,” 1908, from German Ursprache, from ur- (see ur-) + sprache “speech” (see speech).
“that which is up,” 1530s, from up (adv.). Phrase on the up-(and-up) “honest, straightforward” first attested 1863, American English.
1650s, “a lurching or swaying,” from swag (v.). Meaning “ornamental festoon” (1794) is said to be probably a separate development from the verb (but see swage). Swag lamp attested from 1966.
1650s, “to point out,” back-formation from indication (q.v.) or else from Latin indicatus, past participle of indicare “to point out, show, indicate.” Especially “to give suggestion of, be reason for inferring” (1706). Related: Indicated; indicating.
c. 1400, “to brand, cauterize; stigmatize,” originally of criminal marks or cauterized wounds, from brand (n.). As a means of marking property, 1580s; figuratively from c. 1600, often in a bad sense, with the criminal marking in mind. Related: Branded; branding.
Not as bad as you might think. But that said, anything vaguely “Germanic” but non-specific seems to always bring up “Nazi” or “Nazis”…weird.
mid-15c. (implied in surviving), “to outlive, continue in existence after the death of another,”
Old English gear (West Saxon), ger (Anglian) “year,” from Proto-Germanic *jeram “year” (source also of Old Saxon, Old High German jar, Old Norse ar, Danish aar, Old Frisian ger, Dutch jaar, German Jahr, Gothic jer “year”), from PIE *yer-o-, from root *yer- “year, season” (source also of Avestan yare (nominative singular) “year;” Greek hora “year, season, any part of a year,” also “any part of a day, hour;” Old Church Slavonic jaru, Bohemian jaro “spring;” Latin hornus “of this year;” Old Persian dušiyaram “famine,” literally “bad year”). Probably originally “that which makes [a complete cycle],” and from verbal root *ei- meaning “to do, make.”

Sixteen instead of 15 random links since Online Etymology Dictionary has neither a “Link Of The Day” nor a random function…so…yeah. Or whatever. Hope it was good for you.
BTW…I took all of the definitions from the first page’s “tremendous” from the “tremendous thanks” bullshit or whatever, and just kinda ran from there.

Not that I’m not thankful for thanks.
I am.
I’m just currently sick and taking liberties with my current handicap(s) to get the sympathy vote.
Might even get me laid.
You might wanna take a raincheck currently tho.
I’m awaiting the results of your bloodwork to make sure you are safe.
Or…that I’m safe from you…I guess would be better stated.

^Audio – Collision^

I put my heart into these things.
I’m sure there are those amongst the more educated, worldly and wise…that would say…
“That doesn’t fucking matter! If your heart is in the wrong place, putting your heart into something render’s that whatever, null and fucking void.”

Q: Stubbed your toe lately?
A: Say fucking WHAT?!?!?!?
If you wanna get into a quotations pissing contest, I’m pretty sure that I can hold my own.
Yes, you may win…but that’s your objective. Isn’t it?
Not mine. I don’t look at life that way.
Life is not something to be qualified and quantified. That’s already been done for us.
Why waste time and/or effort doing what has been done?
Welp…maybe “wasTing time” is the issue.
Or at least…an issue.
Who the fuck are YOU to tell me what to do with my time.
It is mine afterall.
And you are the dumbass reading this shit.
Q: What are you looking for?
A: … — …
Oh…but you are persnickity about the source and/or sources of that help.
Must not be too important if you can choose to be choosy.
Carry on.

^Pendulum – “Propane Nightmares” (Celldweller Remix)^

Say…I have an idea…


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Do you really eat your boogers?
Q: Why?
A: ???
Seemed like an appropriate question at the time.
Of course, that booger prolly seemed like an appetizing appetizer at the time as well.
And you see where that got us.
/me shrugs


^Noisia & Prolix – Asteroids (Original Mix)^

I’ve tried very hard to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.


Fuck you.

So…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.


Because she is needing to be taught a lesson in lesson teaching.

So…so…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.


Eat shit and die!!! Don’t piss me off motherfucker!!!

So…so…so…anyway…anyway…anyway…I’ve tried to make this particular post an editing nightmare for Roob.



Did you just ask me why?


Yeah…why did you ask me why?

Yeah YOU motherfucker!!! Why did you ask me why?
Can you REALLY not see what is happening here?!?!?
What about what IS happening here?
Can you see THAT?!?!?!?
Yeah…you missed “really” in that last exchange.

^Andy C – Haunting^

I get the feeling that Roob really does enjoy editing “this shit” or “my shit” or whatever you wanna call it. She says she does anyway. So…why would I not believe her? I’m not really “intending to make things difficult for her”…that was just a joke. But then, so is my writing…so…I digress.
It appears to me that the limitations of her blog software are more of a pain in the ass than anything. I know that Blogger gives me fucking fits when trying to repost “all my old shit” from the whatchacallit forums. And there are growing pains, and learning curves, and feature(s) deficits, and software limitations, and on and on andonandonandon&non&non&on&on&on. I guess a problem as I see it is control in and of itself. Standards are standard. The problem as I see it, is when you are expected to exceed 100%. And what do I mean by that…you may be asking yourself? Well…

EX: Last Quarter’s revenues were down 10% from the previous quarter.
And yet…those figures for the quarter are still 100% of what they are.

Q: How do you figure growth based on a loss?
A: <le yikes>
Le Yikes indeed.
How do you figure loss based on growth?
Yep…the door swings both ways…but in truth? Yep…we all know that numbers are nothing but fudge.
Whether or not that “fudge” is “shit?”
Well…you get to make that decision…now don’t you?

^Fantastic Bird’s-eye View of New York City! Landing in LaGuardia^

If you watch things…you will see things.

^Lufthansa Airbus A340-600 – spectacular landing at Newark Liberty International Airport^

All you need do…is look.

^Lufthansa A340-300 Dawn Approach, Landing and Taxi in Dusseldorf!^

So someone that I kinda sorta quasi-know, has been watching this series on Netflix called…
Travelers (TV Series)
The problem that strikes me right off the bat?
Q: If “present-day society” is so fucked up…how did these “travelers” from the future even come to exist?
A: !!!

Yep. What little I have watched has been kinda sorta interesting…but only kinda-sorta. To me, the entirety of the premise of the series presents the paradox itself, because tinkering with the past negates the future. And I’m not talking/thinking in a “totality” kind of way…but yeah. Eventually? Yeah. In totality. There is only so much tinkering that you can do in the past before the present becomes irrelevant. THE PRESENT?!?!?!?!? Yeah…the present. There is an implied simultaneousness there that does not exist. Therefore, the future no longer exists. Only the present. And at some point, even that becomes irrelevant with respect to the future, which means that “the past” no longer exists, so “future” no longer exists, therefore…”the present” no longer exists. This is what I would refer to as “a knot in time.” Yes, there is some embedding there.

“A knot in time” = “A not in time” = no time.

Meaning…nothing exists. Or at least…nothing no longer exists. Meaning everything no longer exists.
Now…some might say that these would be “a microcosm of the macrocosm.” But this would be incorrect. Because everything is connected. That said, I see a “hell” of sorts where these type of interference with “the all” would be dealt with by completely nulling out the existence of such time disruptions. However, thinking about information preservation, it does not completely null out the existence of this loop. It is simply stored in a separate and segregated section and sequence within time in order to protect time itself.

Q: Could it be used as an engine to drive time?
A: Sure. It can and is. But the problem is that time can and will distort only so far before the information becomes disruptive and destructive in a non-constructive way. Therefore…it is “knotted” within the fabric of time itself.
The same shit…over and over and over…forever.

^Alberto Ruiz – Alien (Original Mix)^

Let’s see what La Vagabonde are up to!!!

^No Autopilot? No Problem. (Sailing La Vagabonde) Ep. 67^

So…are you sure that you wanna know about “the synchros of time?”
Better be sure.

Because I can tell you that I have spent my entire life avoiding thinking about this kind of shit. That’s why I avoid most of the stuff that I avoid. Not that I “know” anything. But contextually…”knowing” and “proving” are two different animals entirely…aren’t they?
I can’t tell you how or why I know the things that I know. I can only tell you what I know.
And I admit that I am hesitant to do even that.

Um…there are times when I have hit my knees and begged God…
But I know that I can’t be anyone else.
I know that I can’t unknow what I know.
If I were to un-know what I know?
I would no longer be me.
I’m just…me.
And I am who I am.
And who am I?
I dunno.
Who do you want me to be?

^The Crystal Method – Name Of The Game (Hybrid’s LA Blackout Mix)^

X: Hang in there.
Cade: 😦
X: …

^Knife Party ‘404’^

Luv ya all!

^Underworld – Born Slippy^



*I’m still laughing at his first joke… /wipes tear from eye… Ahh… what did you think, Click?*

*I know, right? Weird…*