Missive From ‘Merica: The Lacuna Landing

*Nice! Good choice of Song to start, Clicky…*

Dear Reader, I had a dream this week in which Cade Fon Apollyon told me something. Something important…

*Oh shit! That was the soundtrack to that dream, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… I woke up humming it…*

*Phil opines? …/taps ash… Who’da thunk it?*

… What I didn’t do at the time, something that I always do, was to visit Etymology Online to find out if ‘lucuna’ had a meaning and how its root had developed in time…

lacuna (n.)

“blank or missing portion in a manuscript,” 1660s, from Latin lacuna “hole, pit,” figuratively “a gap, void, want,” diminutive of lacus “pond, lake; hollow, opening” (see lake (n.1)). The Latin plural is lacunae. The word has also been used in English from c. 1700 in the literal Latin sense in anatomy, zoology, botany. The adjectival forms have somewhat sorted themselves: Mathematics tends to use lacunary (1857), natural history lacunose (1816), and lacunar (n.) is used in architecture of paneled ceilings (1690s), so called for their sunken compartments. Leaving lacunal (1846) for the manuscript sense.

*Sign language? Interesting – I think of synchromysticism as sign language for the def…*

… Then yesterday, a new missive arrived in my inbox! No. #168, one that Cade wrote on the 13th January 2021, but only sent yesterday. He explained his reason for the delay, butt I shall not divulge it here…

*’Cos it’s no one’s fuckin’ bidness, butt his own, Clicky…*

… Four missives from the Okie Text US Devil have been posted at the LoL in meantime, however…

#169

#170

#171

#172

… Doo go take a look. Or not. As always, Dear Reader, that decision is entirely up to you. Now here is Cade’s lacuna missive.

Enjoy! ❤

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Greetings fellow humans, humanoids, and other assorted entities residing in gravity. My name is Cade F.O.N Apollyon, and I would like to welcome you to this edition of “Missive From ‘Merica”. My co-hosts are RooBeeDoo, her assistant Clicky, and by the time you read this they have likely formatted and polished this particular writing of mine to a high shine.

You should know from the start here that I have made a decision to take the writing in a different direction today, as it would appear that some consider my writing as terse. Acerbic. Vulgar. Dirty. Offensive. Racist. Misogynistic. Disrespectful. Blasphemous. Too forward or too direct. Too cluttered, disorganized and sloppy. Too happy-go-lucky and freewheeling. Too loosey-goosey with the rules. Too non-standard, abstract and misty. Too vague. Too distant and nonsensical and even pointless. Too…

Zen.

For your own personal peace of mind, I would like to remedy this. All of it.

With that in mind, I, today, shall take my first baby-steps into a new world. No longer shall I endeavor to write in such a way as to inspire you to think with your own mind and leave you with your own thoughts to make your own decisions; I shall now strive to dictate your thoughts and your thinking for you. I will strive to find all your answers for you, and then deliver them to you. I shall strive to add my own voice to that of the echo chamber. I shall join the resonant drone so as to add more power to the socially acceptable mantra(s). Perhaps my finally joining the throng will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and this whole mess will, finally, and completely, self-destruct.

Thank you for putting me on the path. Thank you for showing me the light. Thank you for saving me from myself for your own benefit.

Namaste.

– – –

Last night’s dream was terrible. I could get nothing right. Everything I did was wrong: was clumsy, was awkward, everything I touched ended in complete disaster. The worst part about the dream though? I remembered it when I awoke. I already get everything wrong in my waking life. ‘Tis a shame that I am now getting it wrong in my dreams.

No stranger to dreams here. Dreams are a regular part of my life, dreaming is a regular and frequent occurrence, and they are always strange in that they always seem to be completely detached from reality. There are very real things in them sure, but they always, I mean always, take a strange turn that is so completely unexpected that the reality within the dream is shattered.

I have been dreaming every night, without fail, ever since around July/August of 2019. The thing is, I’ve started to not remember my dreams very much, which is highly unusual for me personally.

Alas, I must bail out of this section. I must digress and write something else.

I was going to regale you, the reader, with the all of the details and specifics of last night’s dream, but I have completely lost my nerve. My shyness has kicked in, self-preservation mode has been activated, I’ve lost my train of thought, and I’m far too fearful at this point to share my dream with you for fear of being thought of as a complete freak. My courage has left me.

Apologies.

– – –

Should dance be considered a martial art? Strange question, but I must ask it. It would help some if you, the reader, has an understanding of what a martial art is.

Martial arts are codified systems and traditions of combat practiced for a number of reasons such as self-defense; military and law enforcement applications; competition; physical, mental, and spiritual development; entertainment; and the preservation of a nation’s intangible cultural heritage.

Source: Wikipedia

Disarming. Dance, dances and dancing are disarming. There are a great many people, in the world, right now, doing dances, in order to disarm people. Making an effort to get the masses to drop their guard or lower their weapons. Molding the hearts and minds of individuals, in the moment, so as to get them to behave in a way that is more conducive to that which suits the dancer’s purpose. And that is the purpose of the dance: to focus a certain specific energy in a certain specific direction.

Typically, I’d think a dancer would want anyone watching to be pleased. Sure, the dancer wants to express themselves, and dance is the art form they’ve chosen as a medium for this expression, but they are going to want others to like their efforts. They are going to want to be accepted and garner approval from others. They are going to want to know that their time in learning to dance has been well spent. The audience has fallen under your spell, and will now behave according to your wishes.

Approval.

Acceptance.

With that, I must question that which is a martial art, which is typically not considered a martial art. Question those things that allow an individual to command and control a situation. Why? I’ve began to ponder the idea that if dance can be considered a martial art, so too can theatre. So now I must question the nature of theatre. I must question my preconceived notions about what is and is not theatre.

Is a street performance to be construed as theatre? Is a public gathering to be considered a street performance?

Is a riot to be considered a street performance?

Is giving a briefing outside of 10 Downing Street to be considered a street performance?

Is “a mass shooting” to be considered a street performance?

Is a reporter reporting from the site of some event to be considered a street performance?

Is all of that theatre? Is any of it?

Is the point of theatre to titillate, excite and entertain? To rouse and/or stir emotion(s) in their audience? Furthermore, is it the point of the theatre company and players to swing these emotions for their own benefit? What does the audience get in return, and do they get their money’s worth?

Is that what this is all about? Money?

Oh my, that does not look like writing that is going to please an audience. I am putting entirely too much pressure on the reader’s shoulders. I should be giving answers instead of asking questions.

Pardon me whilst I digress to a something that maybe I can hold a thought on.

– – –

Not being fond of being told what to do, there are only two possibilities…

Uno: The person telling me what to do knows how to do what they want done, but they see the task as beneath them and they have better things to do anyway, so they farm the work out.

Dos: The person telling me what to do does not know how to do what they want done, so they farm the work out to someone else in the hopes that this other individual can figure it out.

If número uno is the case, and the person you unload the work on does not yet know how to accomplish the task, I have to consider exclusivity and mentoring factors. Does the assignor assist in the task? Or are they throwing the assignee to the wolves.

Repulsion.

If número dos is the case, and the person you unload the work on does not yet know how to accomplish the task, you now have not one person who doesn’t know how to do a something, but two. I have to think about how many more “non knowing” individuals may be drawn into this endeavor in order to complete the task.

Gravitation.

What I am thinking about here is the nature of enterprise. What lifts up, and what pushes down? And I must, must, consider time.

If someone assigns me the task of completing and proving the GUT (Grand Unified Theory), is it a something that can actually be done? Are we humans actually capable of both understanding and explaining the Universe in its totality?

 Am I? 

Or is this just a time sinkhole meant to keep me occupied whilst others go off and do their own thing? A distraction in which the assignors have no real investment in the dangerous aspects seeing as how I am the one who will fail, hence all blame will rest upon my shoulders. I am inept, not the theory.

To be completely truthful, I, most of the time, do not have a problem with being told what to do. In fact, I tend to operate best in environments where I am told what to do. If I have to be self-reliant in dreaming up work for myself, I am most certainly going to be out in the fringes working on abstract things that others are likely to deem to far too distant to be relevant within the current time-frame. Leave me to my own devices, and the realms of the negligible is where you’ll find me. Splashing along the shoreline in the waters upon the far shores. The long odds. The impossible. The unknowable.

In order to be understood, I want, and perhaps need, another to tell me what to do.

– – –

We are only just now starting to see a lot of things in our world. Things that have existed for very long times, we perhaps have heard of them, but they so stretched the imagination that we could not comprehend that such things were possible. As such, we relegate these thing to the world(s) of myth and legend. Fantasy. Tall tales. Some real something that has been so embellished upon that it doesn’t actually exist, and certainly is not as advertised.

Not so anymore.

We can fire up our own personal communication devices of all kinds, and know almost instantly what is transpiring anywhere in the world. We can also know things that are happening in our solar system, in our galaxy, and even around the Universe. Perhaps not so timely with those last three, but we can certainly know more, and quicker, than at any point in our known history. We can be told, by others, what is going on, where, and maybe even why this something is happening.

I wonder sometimes how well you yourself interpolate information. Not interpret – interpolate. Although the two do share some concepts, there is a difference between the two. Alas, because of my new paradigm, I can no longer provide links to definitions for your consideration. I guess I am, again, gonna have to digress, and you’re just gonna have to do all the legwork yourself if you wanna figure out where I was going with all of this.

Apologies.

– – –

With everyone being sick and tired of lockdown, one thing that it has achieved, which most may not think about, is that transmission by hand has almost certainly been curtailed. And I’m not talking about transmission of disease(s) by hand either, I’m talking about the transmission of data and information by hand.

Instructions. Orders. 

Perhaps give a few short moments to consider the last time you saw anything at all via the press about any “terrorist” anything.

This is supposedly how most terrorist groups transfer their information…by hand. Circumvents all those electronic snoopers that have gotten so damn good at monitoring anything and everything. I’d imagine that lockdown has made any “terrorist” organization(s) have to rethink their information channels and adapt. And this lockdown has likely also changed the dynamics of leakers and how they operate. You may be able to still grab sensitive or classified info, but getting the info elsewhere on some physical media just got really difficult.

I’m sure lockdown has had the effect of giving surveillance networks some really unique insight as to how data moves/is moving when they have more or less of a monopoly on the information channels.

Bollocks.

I just started to re-read that section and have noticed that I am, yet again, slipping right back into my old writing style. Putting that comfortable clothing on. Returning to my natural ragamuffin state.

Learning to express yourself in a way that is pleasing to others is rough.

– – –

Sick … and tired … of lockdown. The cure is the sickness.

SWTFC.0168.2021.01.13

I will be seeing you around.

❤ cade

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Have a Song, Dear Reader… 😉

Missive from ‘Merica: Hotline Dreams

*Clicky… /cranes neck… Clicky! …/stands on tip toes… CLICKY! …/huffs impatiently… WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? *

*Clicky! There you are… Here, help me with this… /wobbles… It’s a massive missive from Cade…*

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*/shifts weight… Help me set it down… No, don’t bend your back! …/knees pop… Phew! It’s a biggie… must include his ego… or his penis… possibly both…*

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*Quite. Now, why did I have to shout so hard, hmm? /squints…You’re my assistant, Clicky. You’re meant to be here to assist me… What were you up to?*

*Dreaming might very well be free, dolphin dearest, but telephone calls generally tend not to be… /doubled down squint… Who were you calling?*

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*What fucking hotline?! …/looks aghast…*

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*Don’t you give me the eyes… /growls… Redeem yourself. Start by sorting out the links and wotknots in Cade’s missive so it’s ready for Dear Reader and then meet me at the bottom… /mutters… And don’t spend too long in the Wiki Wave… /leaves…*

gets-to-work

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Someone is calling me via the Whatever However Hotline.

This is a new type of call.

WTF??!?!?!?!??!!!!

Um…hello?

Q: Cade, get to fucking WRITING!!! *click*

A: ? K ?

Weird.

^Depeche Mode – Shine ( trance mix 2015 HD* dj jean alpohin )^

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I’m still sick, but no one gives a fuck ‘cept me, so let’s keep going.

Um…the following images are from one of my reposts that I reposted today, even tho the original post was made over at the whatchacallit forums on 2016.12.07.

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 As you may or may not be able to deduce, I did not draw the image above.

As you may or may also be able to deduce, I did draw the shitty-assed images below.

Just thinking about the above, and I used a coupla “home-brewed” formulas to arrive at the images below. One formula’s mine, and one my oldest son’s. I don’t know what kind of stuff he has been able to come up with using his formula, but I’ve been able to use it for all kinds of shit. Up to and including, coming up with one of my own that helps to understand his.

But the shit below is about Feynman revamps, so…whatevz.

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Yeah, when I came up with the first of the three, I cried. I pretty much saw all of these, and there are some more things that I see, but I’m too gimpy and retarded to explain them. Plus, I have a lot of irons in a lot of fires, so I try very hard not to focus too much on any one of them. That allows me to focus better on all of them.

^SHAKE THE DISEASE DEPECHE MODE PAINLOVE REMIX DAVIDMIX 09^

Well, there is one particular thing that I focus on, but that’s even harder to explain.
Some would argue that “focusing on non-focus” is akin to a bum saying he’s quitting.
But when you think about that…what would that mean?
And more succinctly…what does it mean…to you?
Now…what does it mean to the bum?
Now what does it mean to the two of you?
I know what it means to me.

And more importantly...to me anyway...I see means and meanings.

I mean…which is more important to you?
That I see you?
That I see the bum?
That I see myself?
Or that I see all?
Like It Or Not…that’s my job.
<rawr>

^Depeche Mode – Broken [Fdieu Rmix]^

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COOL!!! We have another question via the Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade, What exactly is, “The Whatever However Hotline?”

A: TIMELOOP!!! O NOES!!!!

Just kiddin

The Whatever However Hotline is simply…communication(s) via alternate means.

I mean, your question got through right? What are you bitching about? I have a “listed number.” You, do not.

Meaning: you have an "unlisted number." 

I don’t know who you are, and I don’t want to know. You may know who I am, and that’s cool, and I don’t care. But I do care that I don’t know you. Like I said, I don’t wanna know. I have…erm…simple needs in that department. I may not be able to protect my identity…as it were…but I figure that’s how I protect yours. I guess that kinda comes with the territory being a zero.

^Depeche Mode – Never Let Me Down Again ( trance mix 2012 dj jean alpohin )^

So you might be saying to yourself…

DUDE!!! ARE YOU SAYING…ESP?!?!?!?

They make great guitars, but I can’t afford them.

(lollerz skatez)

j/k

Um…no. I am not saying that. You said that. That said, I don’t think that ESP is what most people think it is. I think that it is much more complicated, detailed and complex than simply…ESP. But then again, I see both the “scientific” and “religious” sides of such a concept, and I see much much more than one or the other.

EXAMPLE: Have you ever been outside on a nice day, irrespective of the weather type/conditions. and just been like…

“HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! WHAT AN AWESOME PLANET!!!”?

To me, that is ESP as much as anything. It’s almost as if God/The gods/The Universe is asking you…

So…whadda ya think?”

And then, give you a little wink…

😉

That feeling of being alive. NOT self-awareness…I’m talking about something else entirely. That feeling that NOTHING matters in this moment except the moment itself. Just you, and that moment, and all that came together over the history of histories, and over the time of times….just to make that one perfect moment for you. It’s almost as if God him or herself dropped by in that moment, just to say hi. No worries, no birth, no death, just…now.

Those moments last forever, eh?

To me, that is just one form of what could be called ESP.

The Creator’s love is something that we tell ourselves we cannot understand.

But sometimes, we understand it just fine.

Fucking-A and Hells Bells and all that shit!

Prayer is ESP if you ask me.

But no one is asking me.

Unless they are.

😉
^Röyksopp – Ice Machine (Depeche Mode cover) Live on Lydverket^

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Ya GOTTA stay 4 dimensional…all the fucking time.

AND…you have to look at the inverse and inverses and reverses. It’s like looking at one side of a slide under a microscope, without looking at the other side of the same slide. It makes no sense to me. It’s one-dimensional. And we do not live in a one dimensional world. We live in a 4-dimensional world of time and motion that includes life.

In truth, there is no “explaining it.” It is what it is, while it is, as is. We got what we got, and we got it while we got it. Beyond that? Who the fuck knows. Who the fuck WANTS to know?!?!? If you can’t get your shit wired tight here, what in the FUCK are you looking elsewhere for?!?!? Believe me, I know. Been there, done that, and all that shit. Still do. But that’s how we get on.

Hope. 

I have some wild theories about information and information preservation because it’s fucking EVERYWHERE we look. So I don’t see how my theories are really that “crazy” because they are all based in fact. Simple shit to complex shit. Because it seems to me, that shit is as complex as we make it. Almost as if, God is looking back at you as you peer through a microscope.

I won’t put words in God’s mouth here, because that conversation is private and between you and The Creator. But I will say this. God? Yeah. He’s a funny motherfucker. And is also quite fond of talking and conversation. You just gotta know when and where to look, and when and where to listen, and yeah…when and where to just blab your fucking mouth raw. I get the feeling God likes to listen. But yeah, also likes to talk. A fucking LOT!

Pretty clever about it too 😉
^Depeche Mode – Just Can’t Get Enough (Remastered Video)^
ROFL

To relate…as I was writing the above about “God being a wordy motherfucker who never shuts up” and “can be pretty clever about it too”…the song above, “Can’t Get Enough” by Depeche Mode came up in my playlist. When I realized what song it was, and started hearing “And I just can’t get enough…and I just can’t get enough”…I started laughing my fucking head off.

X: Oooh hooo hooo…I talk a lot do I?

Cade: Sometimes. rofl

0: Lemme ask a question…

Cade: lol…k.

0: You hadn’t planned on breaking out into one of your “conversations with the gods” here did you?

Cade: Not that I ever really plan on any of them.

Z: You just…

B: Saw an opportunity…

T: And you FUCKING TOOK IT!!! Is THAT what you are saying?!?!?!?

Cade: He’s not really that angry sounding. It’s all in good fun. But…yes.

X: You just thought that it was a “good example” of synchronicity?

Cade: Yep. I think the primary problem with the concept of synchronicity, is that no one shares these experiences.

X: And why do you think that is?

Z: I have some ideas.

Cade: O RLY?!?!? Welp, if anyone would know, I guess you would.

Z: Hard to explain “who we are”…ain’t it?

Cade: Um…yeah. But I dunno that I’m trying to explain it.

X: Just kinda…

B: Rollin wif it.

Cade: Doing my best.

0: What about them “others?”

T: Hey HEY HEY!!! The boy is getting down with the proper punctuation.

Cade: I’m gonna punctuation you upside your head.

T: You wouldn’t hit a girl would you?

Cade: Is she bigger than me?

T: …

X: Don’t drag me into this.

Cade: Um…it was just a thought. No pun intended.

Z: What?

X: Yeah…what?

Cade: Aren’t ta’ll backwards there?

0: Just answer the question.

Cade: My thought that Thoth was actually a girl?

Z: Oh my.

X: Yeah…you might wanna stay away from those kinds of things.

Cade: Girls?

Z: That too.

0: What makes you think that Thoth was a girl?

Cade: Um…my thought(s) were simply that 3 left Atlantis, not 1.

X: And?

Cade: I dunno. Can’t explain it. Just something…

0: You “saw?”

T: Something like that.

Cade: How do you explain “imagination” with respect to..erm…

X: Else?

Cade: Yeah. I just don’t know what this would benefit anyone.

Z: And?

B: Yeah. I wanna hear this (hee hee)

Cade: Two women and a boy. Or, three women. A mother, a son and a daughter, OR…a mother, and her two daughters.

X: Weird.

Z: All kinds of possibilities there.

Cade: Yep.

X: …

0: …

Cade: /me shrugs

^Faithless – Insomnia (Calippo Remix 2k15) HD^

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Yeah. Those things are weird. They happen as they happen, when they happen. I just try and keep up. I prolly just ate some bad guacamole or something.

^a-ha – a question of lust (Depeche Mode Cover)^
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Micropolitan Statistical Area
List of United States Counties and County Equivalents

Yeah…some places are big, and some places are small. Usually…the small places are nested in somewhere big. Which has the effect of making that ‘big’ the big that it is. Maybe even bigger. Depending on whether or not some certain peeps in decision making positions were fond of the last election outcome or not.

Not that lines would be redrawn or anything over something so petty as losing an election. But then again, maybe someone would. Hells bells, people run on platforms of drawing lines if they are elected. Sometimes, some even draw lines that wind up being walls. Some even go so far as to draw lines where the walls will be built.

Q: What does that say about the electorate?

A: !!!

I dunno. Just seems to me that it give some the ability to hide in their anonymity irrespective of their actions and decisions.

What a great country…eh?

^Depeche Mode – Dangerous (Kaiser Granger Taste Remix 2011)^

ANOTHER QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE?!?!?!

WTF?!?!?!?

This is a new record. Three times in the same whatever.

Q: Cade. so what exactly is it that you “see?”

A: Same shit you see.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^WHTKD – Say To Me (Official Video)^

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I dunno what to tell ya.

      Some things are harder than others.

 Kinda like my penis.

Sometimes, it’s harder than other times to talk or not talk about it.

What I did there...do you see it?

If you think that’s impressive…you outta see my penis.

lolz…sorry…I have a massive penis and a tiny ego.

       Or…something like that.

You figure it out.

^Simple Minds – Don’t You (Forget About Me) (12” Original Version)^

Look at it like this…

A) If you didn’t want me to be so smart, you shouldn’t have taught me so much.

B) If you didn’t want me to be so stupid, you should have taught me better.

Weird how that works, eh? Quality over quantity, or quantity over quality. Maybe if you would stop excluding time, things might work a little better.

What’s that? You DO include time do you?

Then why in the FLYING FUCK do you think I am bitching about time all the time? Any chance that you missed something?

No? 

OH!!! You’re motherfucking perfect are you? Me TOO!!! Aren’t we the pair.

(yawn)

Lemme ask you a question here…

Q: What are you gonna do when shit gets easy?

A: FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!?

If you think the hard stuff is hard, just wait till you get to the easy stuff. Cause lemme tell ya, “The easy stuff” is the hardest to take. Some call it boredom. Some call it grace. Some call it lethargy and complacence. It only gets worse from there.

^MODERN ENGLISH ~ Someone’s Calling^

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There is some prevailing mentality or dogma or whattheFUCKever that is so prevalent in “the developed world”…that it has convinced itself that multi-tasking is not only impossible, but dangerous. Astray, or non-focused, or “off the beaten path” or whatever.

O RLY? 

When did “the developed world” get so goddamn motherfucking egotistical and self-important? Wait…that’s kinda self-evident isn’t it? “The Developed World” implies an “Undeveloped World” doesn’t it. Weird. I kinda have always assumed that “the world” was fully developed when I got here, and it’ll be fully developed when I’m gone.

Question for those that swim in the streams of “The Bible”…

Q: Was “the world” fully developed when Adam arrived?

A: <le yikes>

Yeah…“Le Yikes” in-motherfucking-DEED.

I am so motherfucking sick and tired of you deprecating yourself. If God wants you chopped off at the knees… Yeah…I get the feeling that the motherfucker is fully capable of attaining that.

However, I have a wildly different idea.

Of course, I am someone who has trouble standing/walking.

Running? Yeah, for some reason…I can do that well.

Weird...eh?
^MODERN ENGLISH ~ Carry Me Down^
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Not bad for a dead dude…eh?
You ain’t seen nothin yet.

HeH Heh HeH
^Missing Persons – Destination Unknown^

I just went outside, and mother-fucking WOO HOO!!! Is it ever nice outside. It’s 62°F…which is 17°C for you rest of the world fucks. It hasn’t gotten above 30°F for over a week…and suddenly…it’s 62°F at 20:26 in the evening on this fine-assed Monday the 9th of January of the year of 2017. It’s supposed to get up to around 80°F tomorrow.

Yeah, I’m sicker than shit, and my grey snot is now starting to to turn that “unearthly green” color, and has reached the consistency of flubber or worse. Every time that one of those huge wads of impacted snot comes out, it almost feels like part of my head has left on vacation or some shit like that. Then, of course, more snot moves in.

Goddamn squatters. There outta be a law.

😉
^Modern English – After the Snow – 1982^

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I did not spellcheck any of this particular whathaveyou.
That doesn’t mean that Roob won’t.
But I hope she doesn’t.
God be with her if she does.
Just sayin.

^Wall Of Voodoo – Mexican Radio^

So…you are prolly saying to yourself…

‘Dude…seriously…what in the fuck are you up to?’

A: Welp...if it isn't obvious, let's make it so.

I’m just doing what I do. What’s the problem? I could answer every question in the fucking Universe, and that ain’t gonna change a goddamn thing.

Why? 

What a stupid question. Or maybe not. The obvious is obviously obvious…so what is it that you really want to know?

I guess I just don’t see “the world” the way that some do. I see what I see, and I take it as it comes. I’m as susceptible to being “led astray” as the next person. But where I might differ? I see that as opportunity. I see that as opportunities. Over time anyway. That’s all we really have.

I don’t subscribe to this bullshit that “time does not exist” or that time is some unquantifiable and/or unqualifiable something. It’s all that…and much, much more. What breaks my heart and what gives me cold shivers, is the practical application of “knowing things.”

Why? 

Simple. We’re here. It works. The Universe is spinning and doing what it does, and it seems to be working just fine. Yet…there are many that are trying to find the cracks and the defects and the faults. They are there just as much as anything else.

The problem? 

They aren’t what you think they are. The more you try and divide? The more that comes together. Ironic…eh?

I have no answers for you.

But…what if I could get them?

Would you know the answer?

How?

You didn’t know it before…so how would you know it when it was staring you in the face? Just…food for thought.

The only thing scarier than scary questions…is not so scary answers to those scary questions.

Doesn't..."add up"...eh?
^Mad World – Gary Jules^

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^Gary Numan – Cars (Remastered 2009)^

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applause

*What?! You’re here already? …/scans upward… And you’re done?*

nice-recovery

*Yes, well let’s see what happens when the phone bill arrives, eh?… /shakes head wearily… Honestly, Click, what am I gonna do with you?*

sorry

*Okay, okay, it’ll be alright… /stiffens… Are you rubbing yourself against me right now?*

*Oh for Gawd’s sake! … /Pulls away… Stop it now, Clicky! … NO! …*

*Argh… Oh Clicky! /shakes leg…*