Story Time: Exchange Students

Welcome, Dear Reader, to Easter at the LoL…

*Wait… /rubs eyes… didn’t we start yesterday’s post with that tweet from Cade, Clicky?*

*Ah, okay. Thanks, Clicky…/pats snout… Gotcha…*

Today we are delighted to be able to present for you one of Cade’s stories from the latest Underdog Anthology, ‘Transgenre Dreams’. Enjoy! ❤

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Exchange Students

by Cade F.O.N. Apollyon

The days have lost their darkness. Like all of the seasons, Spring brings many of its own wonders. Some we like, some we don’t. Some we notice, others…not so much. One of the wonders that Spring brings, at least in this part of the world, is the erasure of the embedded darkness in the days.

Many seem not to notice, but it is there. A hazy, embedded darkness in each and every Winter day, that keeps Sol’s heat at bay so that Winter can do her work. Spring carries a key to releasing the grip of this Winter darkness. It usually happens over the span of a single day in late Winter, each year, and for those who are looking, it is very easy to see.

Today’s date is the 22nd of March in the year 2019 CE, and by my own accounting, the darkness first started to be released a week or so ago. You can tell, because the shade of the sky is…different. Brighter at a certain time of the day than it was at or around the same time on the previous day. That embedded darkness will not return until Fall and Winter return. And, there will be several more increases in the light over the coming months. The brightness will reach its peaks in the months of July and August; the months in which here, the temperature will usually rise to oppressive levels. Day after day of a sweltering and inescapable heat. No embedded darkness to shield us.

Why am I writing about all of this darkness and light business, you might ask? Perhaps you are one who enjoys seeing wonders, and never knew that such a thing even existed. This phenomenon of a change in the sky’s opacity and luminescence is not something that you can actually sit, wait and watch to happen. You just need to be mindful of it. If you watch the sky enough, you can train yourself to notice variations in the shades and colors of the skies.

Today, I am sitting out back, banging away on the laptop, and thinking about the sky I am currently seeing. Thinking about the skies I’ve seen. Comparing those skies in my mind to what I am actually seeing in real time. All the while, taking some notes.

It occurs to me to suggest that this darkness phenomenon is akin to seeing the sky go dark, then turn light again during a solar eclipse. Winter brings an embedded darkness to our days, ands Spring bri…woah!

Apologies for the interruption, but something just flew in front of the Sun; a plane I’m guessing. There was that rapid change in the Sun’s brightness that lasted for but a fraction of a second. I suppose my heart is beating so fast and my mind racing because I am, ironically, writing on just this very topic.

Um…it just happened again. That blip of a rapid change in the Sun’s brightness, and it happened in less than a minute after the previous. I know a bit about aviation, so I know enough to know that aircraft are spaced further apart than that. A bird perhaps? Circling vultures or some large bird of prey? They are quite common here. Busy airways in this area, so there are many possibilities at this point.

There is a high, thin layer of cloud today, but the Sun is still very bright, and plenty of blue sky. I only mention this because that blip just happened for a third time, then almost immediately a fourth. I see no planes, I hear no planes, I see no birds. Of course I am stopping my typing occasionally to observe, and I know that I am somewhat straying off topic, but this whatever it turns out to be is interesting to me. I have observed this phenomenon many times before, but never with this frequency. Not even close.

It is still happening, and I’ve now lost count of how many times it has happened. I cannot look directly at the sun, but I certainly cannot see anything on the perimeter of the Sun’s disk that might be causing this. The frequency is too often. Something very odd happening here. Almost like someone waving their hand rapidly in front of the light bulb on a lamp. But in this case, I cannot actually see what is causing the Sun to be blotted temporarily.

My heart is beating out of my chest as I write this. The frequency and duration have both dramatically increased, and I suddenly feel I’m at some weird daytime Rave. I’ve experienced some weird shit in my life, but this is completely fucking new.

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!

OMG!!!

I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING!!!

Gotta stop writing.

Be right back…I hope.

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I just had…the weirdest fucking conversation…that I have ever had in my entire life.

Um…give me a second to get my bearings so that I can accurately relate the completely fucked up shit that just happened to me. My heart is pumping hard in my chest again, but it’s only because I’m trying to figure out what in the fuck to do at this point. How to try and grasp the meaning of what happened and how to relate it. Perhaps even if I should. If so, to whom?

OK…I’ve already dismissed the urge to contact MUFON and file a report. Police? Not a fucking chance. The military? Yeah right. A friend? Fuck no…I have no friends, not for something like this. Local government? NASA? Ghostbusters? Who in the fuck do you call? What do you do?

This is something, that in all my years of watching Bigfoot, UFO and other weird documentaries, I have never considered before now. Now what? You wanted the experience, you got it, now what?

The fucker is now gone, but as you may have guessed, yes, I just saw a goddamn UFO. I’ve seen plenty of UFOs in my lifetime, but there are only a very few of my own personal sightings that I cannot explain. This fucker, just landed in my back yard, no bullshit. I seem to be able to explain this one just fine…or maybe not. Digress.

I’m sitting outside in one these fucked up sun-chaser outdoor recliners, typing all that bullshit above about the sky changing, then all that weird crap started happening. I stopped writing when I finally saw what was dancing all wiggly in front of the sun and causing that rapid “micro-shade” or whatever it might be called. Just when I thought I was going to have a seizure from all that flashing, this purple and green…ship…came into full view. It descended down from right above me, and plopped itself down in this tiny-assed backyard of mine.

Weird, because the fucker looked HUGE in the sky, but the closer it got to the ground, the smaller it got. No idea how it fitted in this tiny yard. Made no sense whatsoever, and I don’t want to speculate about the shrinking and growing possibilities at this particular junction. None of this shit makes any sense. Least of all…that totally bizarre and completely fucked up exchange between…us. I have no idea what that was. But yes…us.

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I am sitting here, hands shaking, trying to get my head wrapped around all this crap, what to tell and how. But holy SHIT…all I can think about is that conversation I just had. Yes, an “alien” got out of their spaceship, and they fucking talked to me.

You know what? Fuck this noise. I’m gonna play transcriptionist here, and try my best to make an accurate record of the conversation while it is still fresh in my mind.

My mind…my fucking mind.

Jesus H. Christ…where in the fuck is my fucking mind right now?

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Alien: Where is your mating orifice!?

Me: ???

NOTE: I said nothing of course. But if ever in my life there was cartoon bubble containing question marks floating over my head, it was precisely at this exact moment in time.

Alien: Do you speak?

Me: Yes, I speak.

Alien: Then you likely also have the capacity to hear. Where is your mating orifice!?

Me: Um…I don’t have a mating orifice…that I am aware of.

Alien: All beings having mating orifices! Where is yours!?

Me: At work?

Alien: At work. Ah, so it is already currently active in a utilization sequence?

Me: No, not that I’m aware of. It better not be anyway.

Alien: Is your culture one that speaks only in riddles?

Me: Not…always, no.

Alien: Then explain how your mating orifice can be in an active utilization sequence when you do not know where it is located!

Me: I was thinking of my girlfriend.

Alien: You think of others while your mating orifice is in use?

Me: No, I don’t think of…wait. I, do not have a mating orifice. I think my girlfriend does though.

NOTE: It was at this point in which I realized, that my childish desire to please had suddenly taken a turn. Am I, completely by accident, about to inadvertently pimp out my girlfriend to an alien?

Alien: I have traveled the length and breadth of the great void and seen it’s many wonders, and I tell you, that I have never encountered a being that does not have a mating orifice! Where is yours!?

Me: And I’m telling you, that I’m pretty sure to an accuracy of almost 100%, that I do not have a mating orifice. I was simply thinking that I may know where one is.

Alien: Where is it? And why it is there and not here!?

Me: My girlfriend. Your unusual request initially made me think of my girlfriend. She’s at work.

Alien: This girlfriend has a mating orifice?

Me: Maybe. Before I came to my senses, it had occurred to me to perhaps call her.

Alien: Her?

Me: Yes, her. I’d thought to call her.

Alien: Call?

Me: My girlfriend.

Alien: Girlfriend?

Me: On the phone.

Alien: Phone?

Me: At her job.

Alien: Job?

“Me: My girlfriend, she’s at work, I’d have to call her, on the phone, at her job, to verify the mating orifice…status.”

Alien: WHY ARE THERE SO MANY INTERMEDIARIES BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR MATING ORIFICE!!!

Me: Now that I think of it, that’s a damn good question.

Alien: If this query is in fact good, why have you not obtained an answer to it!?

Me: That’s an even better question.

Alien: Where do you currently stand in your quest to obtain these answers!?

Me: Your questions keep getting better and better. Keep this line of questioning up, and you could probably rule this planet in the span of a week if you wanted.

Alien: I have no desire to rule your planet! I seek a mating orifice!!

Me: If anything, that’s one point we both seem to be clear on.

Alien: You are trying to deceive me with your riddles in order to hide your mating orifice?! Immediately remove your veils for verification!!

Me: !!!

NOTE: Now, I admit that I’d been sitting outside in the sun, nothing on but a t-shirt and jogging shorts, not wearing any underwear, and it occurred to me that it would be real fucking simple to answer a whole lot of questions and possibly solve a lot mysteries if I were to simply pull my shorts down posthaste and forthwith. But there was no fucking way that I was going to drop-trou just because some alien shows up, looking to get laid, all whilst experiencing some gender confusion in this particular quadrant of the galaxy, then demands that I present my junk for their inspection. And so, at the speed of light I might add, that’s exactly what I did.

Alien: Ah, I see. Not very well, but I do see. You are Pleggbah. Equipped with doingy doinger…like Muuk!

Me: If there is a God, I pray to them now, that you are Muuk?

Alien: I am Muuk…The Pleaser.

Me: Pleased…er sorry, to meet you…Muuk…The Pleaser. I’m not sorry to meet you, was just going to say “pleased to meet you” and kinda got tripped up.

Alien: A simple “greetings” would have sufficed in this exchange.

Me: Noted protocol for future reference. My name is Phillip. You may call me Phil if you like.

Alien: Phillip called Phil, you are in fact not equipped with doingy doinger like Muuk.

Me: I’m continuing to make mental notes of the pertinent details whilst dealing with the flood of data. Some contextual clues are beginning to form some pictures for me though.

Alien: While making notes, do not again use subversion to covertly ask Muuk about the existence of God.

Me: Noted…no religion, and I’m guessing no politics either?

Alien: Guess all you care to! Met God once or twice. Unpleasant type. No sense of humor.

Me: That revelation would not surprise me in the least were it not for the bullshit that is currently going down right here and now.

Alien: Going down like veils that previously concealed Phillip Phil’s doingy doinger?

Me: Among other things.

Alien: Save your existential riddles for your institutions of higher learning!

Me: Will do. And, for the sake of clarity, a “doingy doinger”, I’m guessing, is in fact this thing right here between my legs that I’m about to go to jail for unleashing in public even though I’m in my own back yard?

Alien: Correct. Muuk has many doingy doingers.

Me: Ironically, I sense a monologue in my very near future. With no pun intended there.

Alien: Many mating orifices exist in the void. Many dimensions to cover, many needs, much work, and there is only one Muuk. One Muuk has many doingy doingers for many occasions.

Me: You have many of these things? And before you respond, I’m going to take what you tell me as gospel truth at your word. I don’t require visual confirmation of any kind whatsoever, even though I admit that a video camera would come in really fucking handy at this precise moment for all kinds of reasons.

Alien: Muuk, known as The Pleaser, evolved many a doingy doinger over many cycles of time to please many a mating orifice through the ages.

Me: I could see where that might come in handy for the right… Pleggbah? I think it was?

Alien: Being with doingy doinger is Pleggbah. Muuk is Pleggbah. Phil…is…slightly above the curve according to initial rough estimates.

Me: I’m going to sleep the sleep of angels tonight in that knowledge.

Alien: Muuk has utilized my ship’s surveillance units during conversational exchange to take the dimensions of your doingy doinger. Will craft duplicate. May come in handy for Muuk.

Me: My dimensions sometimes come in handy for me.

Alien: Muuk may encounter being that desires displeasure or dissatisfaction.

Me: Thanks for that exclamation point on the matter.

Alien: My pleasure. Hararar rarah! That was humor since pleasure will be Muuk’s.

Me: You laugh at your own jokes. I have that problem too.

Alien: Laugh at own jokes is only problem Muuk have. Phil have Muuk at numerical disadvantage in the category of problems to have.

Me: That sleep of angels coming tonight will be haunted by nightmares of demons shitting on every second of it.

Alien: Displeasure is need like any other.

Me: I’ll spend the rest of my days knowing an exact replica dick of mine is causing displeasure and dissatisfaction all over the Universe.

Alien: Everywhere but here.

Me: What?!

Alien: Everywhere but here…Phil.

Me: Uh…I…

Alien: Utilization. Proper utilization of available supplies or components. Old universal parable… ”It is not the dimensions of the craft, but the vectors of the matter.

Me: We sorta have that same saying here… “It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean”.

Alien: You say tomato, I say vincherapine.

Me: I guess I can relate to that…somewhat…eventually perhaps. Maybe after some heavy cycles of Thorazine and Quaalude therapy.

Alien: You will recover without medication cycles. Take your time.

Me: Another note to make in what is now likely to be my psychiatric journal.

Alien: I must go, and now.

Me: So soon?

Alien: No mating orifices to be found here.

Me: Well, there actually are some to be found here. You just need take your time. Maybe heed some of your own advice?

Alien: Noted. Farewell Phillip called Phil.

Me: See you around Muuk.

Alien: It is assured you will see me again.

Me: Great. I mean, yeah. Great.

Alien: Muuk serious. Will return.

Me: Seriously?

Alien: Yes. Someday, Muuk The Pleaser will return to Phillip. But not for Philip. As in…

Me: I think I get the gist Muuk.

Alien: Going now. Be back later.

Me: In that case, I’ll see you when I see you. Travel well Muuk…be safe.

Alien: Will try. Earth orbit treacherous. Much junk. Many debris. Approach and departure risky.

Me: We’re actually working on that, believe it or not.

Alien: Stay on it. Outlook currently grim. Now, Muuk go get lost in void. Find orifices to please.

Me: Later Muuk. Good luck with the ladies.

Alien: And Phil, retract your garment to it’s original configuration and/or placement.

Me: Thanks.

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And so, that’s it. I just had an honest to God, UFO + extra-terrestrial close encounter of the you-gotta-be-shitting-me kind. In my own yard. In the broad daylight.

I was left standing there in my backyard, mouth agape, shorts down. Wondering what chance there was that a video of this event was going to somehow materialize and wind up on the Internet, and if so, what I would think about that. I just had the most bizarre exchange of my life in a “what the fuck” moment of epic proportions, involving an alien being of some kind who I guess was looking to get laid.

I pulled my shorts up, watched this weird looking spacecraft lift-off into space from my backyard, and started to contemplate the weird fucker named Muuk who was piloting it. A space cowboy with a bunch of penises. Then I sat down, grabbed the laptop, and I’ve been at it ever since.

Thinking about it now, my penis has multiple dimensions…sorta. Something like multiple penises, except in a single package. It get’s bigger, it gets smaller, lots of dimensions between here and there. Interesting. Digress.

I do wonder if he and his fabled many doingy doingers will actually be back. Not that I care about the bouncy bits. Hell, they may not even exist. I didn’t see a doingy doinger, let alone many. Maybe he was some interstellar perv pulling some intergalactic prank for some channel on the Milky Way’s version of YouTube? Fuck. I feel like a complete dunce all of sudden.

At least I didn’t get the “industry standard” type probing.

Just gave an alien the full Monty in the Spring sunshine.

Full frontal nudity.

Or thereabouts, in my case.

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😀 We hope you enjoyed that, Dear Reader, and suggest you invest in a copy UA8 ‘Transgenre Dreams’ if want read any more of the fabulous stories contained within it. Clicky and I will be back tomorrow with an Easter Sunday Shambles, but until then, have a Song 😉

Missive From ‘Merica: Teh Synchro Nicety

The LoL is proud to present a new missive from Cade the Okie Devil of Text US for your delectation, Dear Reader, on what has been a very drab, wet Tuesday in June…

*Yeah right, Clicky, this is the UK, after all… /rolls eyes…*

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Hello there.

Mind if I ask you a few more questions after this question has been answered?

(tee hee)

Have you washed your hands lately? All clean? Any other areas of your body that have been slathered with soap(s) and water lately the quickly dried via any number of means and methods? Or are your hands pretty much the only thing that get bombed with a constant onslaught of waters(s), soap(s), and maybe even lotion(s).

I wonder what all that expansion/contraction does to the skin of the hands over the course of a day. Of course, for some of us, the skin of the hands is attached to the skin of the arms. Prolly some tugging and pulling that goes on there. Over time, that shit might start to add up. I mean, how many times do you pee during the course of a day? We all piss all over our hands when we pee, so we gotta wash our hands after ever single piss. Also, you likely are so diseased and infected with scum, that you’ve got to scrub your hands as if you were about to go into surgery.

Might be some tissue loss there, and there are almost certainly tissue changes going on. And since soap(s) are made from fats and oils, some of that might just seep into some of those cracks and/or get absorbed in the frictive fluid exchange transpiring as you wash/dry.

Nah...that's impossible. 

Prolly no proof whatsoever that any such thing could even be possible. The only tissue changes going on are when janitors refill the toilet paper and towels. Prolly no need to mention that you wipe your varied areas with wood fiber(s).

Yes. I am available to help with those hard to reach areas. Have towel. Will travel.

Wait…you just peed. SURELY your body isn’t already getting receptive to more fluid intake/exchange just because you peed. The walk from the pisser to the sink? The stand and wash time at the sink? How many times do you think your heart beats during that period of time? Not that we absorb any moisture nor anything else through our skin or anything, but I’m wondering how much calculation your body is able to do between the time the pressure starts to relive on the bladder, and the time that you begin to wash your hands. Prolly a lot of computation that goes on. That said…

Q: What about opportunism?

A: WHAT?!?!?!??????????

Opportunism within the body: if certain tissue(s) within your hands are dry as fuck and starving for a drink, is it possible that certain tissues/cells contained within the epidermis can be programmed to grab the first available source of moisture, liquid/fluid?

There are many things that happen within the body that suggest that there is a sequencing and/or prioritization with respect to who gets what when, and how it gets it. There is also much to suggest that there are overrides, shutdowns and even “turbo-mode(s)” that sometimes happen which are triggered by any number of things. So is it possible that via soaps and cleansers and detoxing agents and lotions and creams, that certain cells, at certain times, might actually contain more than one set of of instructions?

You take what we give you, when you get it, how you get it.

We will notify you with a precursor when what you need is en-route.

If what your need is suddenly present, and no prior notification has been received, take it.

You are part of a community, but YOU are part of that community.

In all situations, be your own best judge.

No…fucking…way…in…HELL that a cell could POSSIBLY contain that many, nor even those TYPES of instructions.

IT'S JUST TISSUE!!!

Oh yeah? Say that when the toilet paper roll is empty.

^Josh Butler & Bontan – Call You Back^


Yeah, this one has started off a little differently. Just got to thinking about the hands with respect to wetness and motion and additives and shit like that. But that leads me straight to two places…

the feet, and the womb. 

Your feet likely sweat quite a bit during the course of a day, so I ponder the tug of war that results over time between the hands and feet. The torso and head are going to be players, and yes, I am thinking “wrinkles” more than anything, but mostly wrinkles as an unintended consequence of some of our daily routines.

EX: You ladies are likely to shave your legs and pits, and some of you may also be in the habit of shaving other areas to keep that lovely, lushy forest from creeping outside your panties or bathing suit.

(rawr)

Um…

Anyway…

Uhhhhhh…

Where was I going with this?

(sure as shit know where I ain't going, so let's move on)

So yeah, you are likely to lose some skin/tissue when you drag that razor over your skin, and you likely change direction(s) a time or ten. That is likely to add some more fractal types of geometric dynamics to this tug of war that is going on between your hands and feet, and it does so in some weird places.

Yeah...under the arms. 

Several years ago, a motherfucking HORRIBLE thought creeped into my head as I pondered the dynamics of Morgellons as it related to underarm deodorant(s) and antiperspirant(s), and that was with respect to women who shave their pits. I mean, LOOK AT WHAT IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE, AND RIGHT NEARBY!!!! Lymphatic/Lymph and Mammary Glands!!! Not to mention that the Vagus nerve(s) run right fucking there as well. But yeah, because of how you shave, and where the hair is located, half of any goop that you slather under your arms is likely to seep into and down the arm, and the other half is likely to seep in and down the torso?

 Can that happen?!?!?!? 

Does that antiperspirant shit start to amass over time? I mean, I’ve been wearing that shit for years, and can skip a day or two without smelling like B.O., so it’s GOT to start to accumulate…right? Not to mention the changes these chemicals have on the body over time. And what about the accumulations themselves? What happens when there is too much for the body to handle and/or for the structure(s) to support themselves? Do they crumble and propagate throughout the body?

Welp…I did an experiment.

No, I did not start shaving my pits.

But what I DID do, is stop using deodorants and/or antiperspirants of any kind.

The elephant in the room.
^Josh Wink – Don’t Laugh^


Lets us change gears here as we peer into the abyss.

Triptych

Vertiginous

I’ve been staring at something for several years now. Been writing about what I see, and am seeing, as best I can. My hitting the books and learning all kinds of directly related shit and chasing rabbits was going to do me no good. So yeah, it’s a bit dizzying to look at a problem like this (Morgellons) in the face, and see all that you see, then somehow relate it. I have to take into account every scar and blemish. Every bump and bruise. Every stretch and strain. Every relief and remedy. Some remedies, are quite…unusual.

Vertiginous Epilepsy

I do not have Epilepsy, never had a seizure, and have only passed out once when getting my blood drawn when trying to join the USMC of all fucking things. Yeah…ringing endorsement for toughness there…passing out while getting your blood drawn to join The Marines…

BOORAH!!! 

What I am rumored to have tho, is Asperger’s. I don’t black out, I drift. I start seeing and thinking about some of the craziest shit, all without drugs of any kind. It’s like I can see the entirety of celestial dynamics in motion, and I understand it…

but I can't relate it. 

So I write music. I write poetry and song lyrics. I draw. I write. Anything and everything as a doorway that I can use to create something tangible to relate the pain of telling others the simple fact that “I cannot relate to you what I see, so this will have to do.”

With that in mind, what are some things that could be “nature’s way” of protecting us from things that we might be seeing or experiencing that we, or even nature, is unsure of how to handle? Contextually, this shouldn’t be that much of a stretch since life and an individual’s life is quite dynamic. The are going to be times that something is encountered for the first time. If you think about the way that we tend to handle “the unexpected” in our own life and lives, “stalling” is usually one of the first things we think of. Delay. Time…

we need more time. 

Maybe this is why things tend to “slow down” when shit gets wonky. We ask for more time, and we get it. We just haven’t yet figured out that more time being poured into existing time makes time distort somewhat. Like adding air or water to a balloon. The balloon is still a balloon, it’s just…

different. 

Much the same as when I drift. Big things get bigger, small things get smaller, and almost anything and everything that was previously fuzzy or distorted is now clear and concise. Naturally, most would think that the opposite is true, and from your perspective, it is…but not from mine. Your clarity is now fuzzy, and my clarity is sharp, therefore, I understand both.

But to be fair, I’ve been around for a while and have some experience under my belt. If you are someone who has a child with a “suspected this or that”, keep in mind that you don’t relate to them because you are trying NOT to relate to them. You want your child to be like everyone else. So yeah, there’s some distortion(s) going on there. Your child is NOT like everyone else any more than everyone else is like your child. They are unique. Similar, not same.

^Nitzer ebb – Getting closer^

Putting your pride on the line is going to be difficult for most. But that’s what I try and do. We are taught to have pride, but not to be proud nor prideful. Well, I’ve got pride as much as I have anything else, so I guess it’s a matter of letting everyone else tell me what to do with it.

But sometimes, I guess I have to step outside of what I or anyone else thinks, and try and shed pride completely. Operate outside of pride as best I can. Climb on to the OB/GYN table, put my legs into those stirrups, and get ready for the doctor to tell me to “GET THE FUCK OFF MY EXAMINING TABLE YOU FREAK!!!”

(lolz)

I digress.

It’s been quite a few years since I got my first glimpse of “The Morgellon’s Hole”, and each and every gaze has been deeper and more crushing. Finally, there was one day, the day when I started to ponder some more complex dynamics of the epidermis, connective tissues, skeletal and the musculature, that I literally laid on the floor and felt like my entire being was melting into the carpet.

“Oh..no," I thought.

No screams nor cries, no grunts nor groans. The weight of the Universe was upon me, and yet, I lay there and quietly melted into oblivion. Despair and hope somehow fused into an odd sort of unity that day as it became clear exactly what I was looking at.

As I pondered, everything became fuzzy as I contemplated the impossibility of what lay before me. Suddenly, the song that I was listening to on the headphones ended, and a commercial came on. A commercial for a new book. A book about some average ordinary guy, somehow caught up in a global conspiracy. No one to turn to, and completely alone, yet whatever this guy knew/had stumbled onto could change the entire world.

Q1: Did that really happen?

A1: Yes.

Q2: Was this a coincidence?

A2: I hope, that it was, but I just so happened to be listening and paying attention at just the right time for The Universe to throw me a bone.

I gotta be honest. After contemplating what I had just stumbled onto, and prior to that commercial coming on YouTube, I was seriously contemplating suicide as a possible option. There was NOFUCKINGWAY that I could POSSIBLY be dumped with a task of this magnitude, and it and I be correct.

It's too fucking massive, even for me. 

That may sound prideful, but the impossible is possible in my life. So yeah, it WAS possible, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I’ve no one. My wife is divorcing me, I’m so beat up and worthless that I can’t work, my children think I’m a lazy oaf, my mom won’t speak to me, my dad and one of my sisters is dead, the other sister is recovering from her husband recently killing himself, and I have no friends to confide in.

What do I do? Who do I have? 

Then, and almost as if on cue, that commercial came on.

So yeah…

Synchronicity

…I’m familiar with it.

That does NOT always make it, nor the journeys we find ourselves on any easier.

You’ve GOT to stop thinking of these things as only being bad or good.

They may be just a hello.

Maybe some kind of “yep, I am indeed here”.

Maybe nothing more than a something to see what you’ll do.

I dunno what to tell you. I really don’t.

But not all harbingers bring news of one type or another.

I'm saying all this to myself of course.
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^


I am NOT going to throw up some red flag and start screaming “STOP SHAVING” or “STOP BATHING” or “STOP USING SO GODDAMN MANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS”. My telling you to stop doing something is a mistake. Not only that, it’s wrong. You know your body and what it’s doing and/or not doing. You spending your days trying to head off some potential or future disease is futility.

YOU…

WILL…

DIE!!!

Period. End of story. 

I mean, yeah, it’s likely to be a while, and now that I’ve vented a bit, I think it’s safer to say that “you may die”. I only say that because I heard of this new product that promises longevity and health.

j/k

I’ve heard of no such product. Nope…never.

Man…I’ve worked myself into a hole here.

I can hear the scoffs vibrating in my feet.

And yes, I rarely wear shoes, so yeah, I can indeed feel the scoffs. Can you? You should be able to. You are the one scoffing afterall. Unless you aren’t.

/me shrugs
^Calvin Harris I’m Not Alone DEADMAU5 REMIX^

You wanna know one of the worst things about the concept of Synchronicity? It makes us, that experience it, likely to not further ponder our dependence on it.

 The Universe speaks, we hear. 

But we are likely to want more. I mean, you’ve been waiting for this opportunity for your entire life…right? Now here it is, and you’ve a got a motherfucking ARMLOAD of questions you want and/or need answered.

Q: Ya think “The Universe” might already know that you’ve got questions?

A: 

Yeah…prolly a safe bet.

But think about this…does The Universe already speak to you? I mean, when you desire a breath, is there air available for you to do so? When you thirst, is there something available to drink? If nothing is available to drink at this exact moment, will there be at some point down the road?

I don’t want to presume to tell you how you should think, because again, I don’t know you. But I will say this…once you start becoming more self aware, you are going to start noticing people and places and things that you’ve never noticed before. And more than that, you are going to start looking at these people and things in completely different ways. You are going to feel as tho you are being crushed with data and information, on scales that are incomprehensible and possibly even inconceivable.

That’s what we call “humility”, and that crushing humility is going to be masked by, and wrapped in, something that we call…love.

It's weighty. 

I’m not the type to make distinctions as to what is “more than or less than” because such distinctions fail us more than serve us. But that’s the types of decisions that you are better suited to make along your own journey. Pride suits certain people quite well, and it’s sometimes a joy to see certain people shining and basking in pride. So be mindful about your judgments and how they we serve you down the road.

Be nice.

Travel well.

Be safe.

Keep going…

Keep going…
Keep going…
^Garbage – #1 Crush^

You don’t need me to save you.

I’m hanging on by a thread myself.

I’ll help anywhere and everywhere I can…sure.

But as far as saving goes? I dunno that I have any such authority.

I dunno tho…I mean, since we’re both here and both hanging on by a thread, what exactly is it that you need saving from? Whatever it is, prolly gonna take some time to pull this off.

Just sayin'.

You got that kind of time?

I do if you do.

^Junkie XL — Crusher.. High quality.^

cYacFa

^jefferson airplane • go ask alice cover^

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*I could have done with that kind of offer at lunchtime today, Clicky…*

Next up at the LoL will be a series of posts exploring the whirled of MRS REGN –  pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along. So until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: So Long and SoPi

My good friend Cade, the Okie Devil from Textus, sent through a new missive for us last night, Dear Reader. But first… some sad news: smoking internet pal, Nik Nak…

nik nak

… died yesterday. The news of his passing broke in the Blue universe today via Frank. More tender words and remembrances of our stalwart friend can be found via Leggy, Bucko and Grandad

*/lights up… hope Dear Reader goes and read the comments too, Clicky… /drags… He will be missed… /smokes… I expect Smoky Drinky’ll be heaving tonight…*

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Let's find some work!

Ripley: Hey, I feel like kind of a fifth wheel around here. Is there anything I can do?

Apone: I don’t know, is there anything you can do?

Movie = Aliens

^The Beatles – Paperback Writer^
So...where do I start?

Craigslist is infested with data/information leeches and scammers, newspapers are going to require me to subscribe and/or pay. I don’t trust Monster nor Dice since they’ve gone through so many acquisitions that I don’t even know who they are anymore, so…where do I start?

The Best Search Engines of 2018

Blech!

Let’s take a step backwards, start from the beginning, and find out what I can do.

I know how to operate a cash register and have worked at jobs handling cash.

I know logistics and have warehouse experience.

I know how to fuel airplanes.

I know customer support, have done help desk, desktop support and phone support.

I know technical writing.

I know software development and programming…

 but I haven't done it in forever.

I’m gonna stop there, because what I really need is an old copy of my resume, and I currently have no way of getting to it since it’s sitting on the hard drive of a computer that doesn’t work anymore. Hell, it may be gone forever if the hard drive doesn’t work.

Fuck this noise 😦
^depeche mode – work hard (1983)^

Let’s share what I’ve seen on Craigslist lately…

Resistance/Liberal Contributors Wanted For New Humor Site

No pay – “Exposure” only.

😦

We need readers

They don’t want me to respond via Craigslist? Seems shady, but $16-$32 a day to read books? I could likely read 2-4 books a day quite easily. But then I have to write a review and, since I’m being paid, that means that I’ll be gleaning the turds for peanuts in order to find something remotely palatable to write about. I mean, they are going to want positive reviews, kind words, shit that sells books: no one wants a paid reviewer shitting atop their shit pile. That would be an ex-cess-ively shitty mess.

PC Gamers: we’re looking for writers

This appears to be another non-paying gig, and I’m going to have to spend untold hours playing a game that might suck-ass. Then I’ve got to review it. But what if the game is good, but I’m terrible at it? Would that make for a good review?

“HEY! THIS GAME IS AWESOME! But I suck at it.”

Immediate openings for P/T writing positions – Top Pay ($30/hr!)

Suddenly…I feel like the character from the movie “What Women Want”. I’m wearing pantyhose lined with panty-liners and/or maxi-pads around the house, all day, just to make $30.

Video Captioning – Earn Up To $390/week – Work From Home (Work from Home)

“Staying fresh in the workplace.”

…she says. Since when is there even a line between the home and the workplace? Go to your bathroom, take a gander around, and you are likely to see more logos and advertisements than you would see on a 15 minute drive in an urban area, even if the radio is on.

Go to your kitchen. Take a gander at your appliances. Open the fridge. Open the pantry. Advertisements and advertising have LONG invaded the home via more than just television and radio. So I would argue that “staying fresh in the workplace” really isn’t that difficult. Not to mention that “keeping up” is just more advertising for more revenue streams. Certifications aren’t free, nor is the process of getting them.

Let's abandon this ship. 

It’s long since sailed.

^TOTAL IDIOTS AT WORK^
Let's go with recent experience to start...

Recent Experience: Thinking. Writing. More thinking. Blabbing nonsense on Twitter with a few friends.

And yep...more thinking.

That shit don’t pay, so let’s stop dilly-dallying, crank up MS Paint, and start making some attempts at…

SoPi-H

Q: Can magnetics be used to focus?

A: Ever heard of a compass?

Simple.

NO!

I mean within the mind.

Within the body.

Q: What tools do we have available to us in order to better navigate our daily challenges better?

A: Time. Can't do jack shit without the time to do it in.

But you gotta keep some things in mind.

Bird Migration

Birds seem to know where to go, how long to stay there, when to go somewhere else, and where to go. So let’s stretch that out a bit. Let’s stretch it out say…over the course of a spring/summer/fall.

Spring is coming. You are a bird that migrates up north as the weather warms. However, back at the place you just left – unbeknownst to you – some contractor just started a new project to build town homes over the next 6-8 months. When August/September rolls around, and you begin your journey all the way back to your wintering grounds, you’ve no idea that when you get there, your home is going to be gone.

Fucking squatters.
^Missy Elliott – Work It (Official Video)^

SO!!! How do we navigate our own minds within and without? Visualization sometimes helps. But most of the more modern tools are too linear, and most of the old “mysteries” kinds of things are too static or vague. I need something more fluid. Less rigid, but solid.

Solid like air. Solid like water.

Everything is contextual with fluids. Go fast enough? Air will burn you like a charcoal briquette, and water will break every bone in your body. And yet… a breeze at the right time is like a cuddle from the sweetest of lovers, and a splash of water at the right time can cool and refresh. I’m not trying to invent a steering wheel for the soul; there are PLENTY of fucks willing to tell you what to do with that thing.

Nope, this is more about how spirit and mind get us through the things we encounter. We like to think that almost everything is either positive or negative; good or bad; right or wrong; correct or incorrect; but it’s all those things. Hence, I think we spend most of our time in a state of indifference.

EX: Buy/Don’t buy. Sell/don’t sell. Walk/don’t walk. Run/don’t run.

We don’t like to think of ourselves as indifferent because it seems too wishy-washy. And yet…

decisions, decisions, decisions.

So yeah, indifference…we hang out there a lot methinks. Our secret lover.

^Work For Love – Ministry^
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
SoPi-H – Iteration 02
SoPi-H – Iteration 03
SoPi-H – Iteration 04
SoPi-H – Iteration 05a
SoPi-H – Iteration 05b
SoPi-H – Iteration 06a
SoPi-H – Iteration 06b

So yeah… SoPi-H. That’s it. That’s them. That’s…what it is…what they are…

whatever.
^Fifth Harmony – Work from Home ft. Ty Dolla $ign^

Drawing this shit from the hip, and not trying to be so goddamn perfect, sometimes aptly displays why I’m not always “all about shit lining up perfectly” or according to some rigid set(s) of specifics. As the perspective changes, so does the outlook on “what lines up…and what don’t”.

EX: SoPi-H_03 doesn’t look so bad. However, when you turn it 90° to make SoPi-H_04? Yeah…the wonkyness is MUCH more apparent.

The personification of indifference with respect to decision making.

The “defect” was always there, you just had to approach from the correct angle/perspective in order to see it. It looked great here, but not so much later. So if you’ve attached your anchor to a certain principle, what happens when you take a look at that principle from another angle?

Q: Are you locked in?

A: !!!

It’s like finding a defect in clothing after you already purchased it, removed all the tags, you wear it for the first time, and you or someone else notices something about the garment later. I mean the fucking thing looked just fine on the rack.

FUCK!!!

How in the HELL does something like this get past quality control at the place that manufactured it? Why would a retailer not check their own stock for defects prior to making it available for sell?

What I did there...do you see it?
^deadmau5 – Hyperlandia^

cYa | cFa
^The Beatles – A Day In The Life^

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Dear Reader… Have a Song… ❤

 

Sumfin’ Fishy: A Roob/Click Convo Fragment

*Has your boat come in, Clicky? …/rolls eyes… Funny, I can’t smell any fish… /sniffs...*

*/blank stare… Nope, you’ve lost me… /flicks lighter…*

*/lights up… Catch much fish in a dead pool, Clicky? …/deep drag…*

*Fuck! That a hell of a fish tail… /taps ash… Nekked, eh? Wouldn’t want that nosying around your wahoo… /puffs…*

Pimple Prick Eruption: A Roob/Click Convo Fragment

*/Dons PPE… Ready then, Clicky, play the vid…*

*Captain Cook’s Sandwich Islands? …/lights up… I’m Kveen of Sammiches, Clicky… /drags… Hey, didn’t you send some Bubbles in Hugo’s direction earlier today? …/streams smoke…*

Masterful Thumbs Up

*/taps teeth… Cade started his post yesterday with a rather large bubble, Click …/deep drag…*

Sweet Master

*/blows smoke ring… Yeah, he teally is a sweetie, Clicky… *

*Yikes! …/flicks ash…*

‘In other words, what’s happened over the last eight days was just “cleaning out the pipes” so to speak.’

*/final drag… She’s a right Nuclear Wintour… /snorts smoke… Didn’t Trinny work for her? …/stubs butt…*

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Tick Arty Boo-Hoo!

Well hello there, Dear Reader…

😀

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having a great week, with a bank holiday day off, gorgeous weather to set the mood lighting and only Friday to go…

And now, from across the Pond, the missive you’ve been missing, from the Okie Devil himself…

*He certainly gets me thinking, Clicky… /lights up…*

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What effect does capillary action have on the epidermis?

What effect does blood pressure have on the epidermis?
^Roxy Music – More Than This^

My Austin trip has been canceled. I guess that’ll leave me more time for writing…eh?

^i_o – //DDoS^


If everything is “SEO Optimized”, how in the FUCK can I tell your company from another?

This “SEO” kind of thinking that has become so prevalent just seems to have an aggregatory knock-on effect that is eventually going to make the entirety of a particular industry subject to takeover.

Yeah...the whole fucking thing

A particular industry, gobbled up by some big player, all because it’s impossible to tell the difference between one company and another. There may even be a legal precedence to consider…. isn’t there already legal precedence for the distinguishing and distinguishment of businesses? That if two or more competing businesses are so similar in operation, purpose(s), price, etc., and if the market does not intervene, that government will and/or should?

Lotta dynamics to that, and I can’t recall them all, but yeah, that rings a bell.

^True Facts : Carnivorous Plants^

Just thinking about things that are in place to offset corruption. Take for example, the pipeline infrastructure in The United States.

PHMSA

I’ve heard it pronounced as “femza”, and they are part of The US Department of Transportation. But why wouldn’t they be part of USDOT? Any time, that anything moves, it’s being transported…right? Like say…electron transfer?

Money transfer? 

But yeah…back to corruption. Why would I bring up corruption with respect to PHMSA?

Federal Pipeline and Oil-by-Rail Regulator Making 9% Staff Cut, Confounding Experts

There are said to be millions of miles of pipelines in this country. If PHMSA is a small group, that means that PHMSA dictates policy, you obey…

period.

So where does this perceived corruption start? My guess is going to be, that it starts when there is agreement as to what is acceptable and who it is acceptable to.

The US has one inspector for every 5,000 miles of pipeline—or twice the length of the country, each

Not like you can make a decision to use 1.5” pipe made out of steel for a 1,000 mile stretch of pipeline, and then suddenly say

OOOPS!!! We shoulda used a 2” brass pipe instead.”

^Pleasurekraft, Jaceo, Vedic – The Most Dangerous Game [Official]^

Does a 1,000 mile long pipeline bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?

Does a 1,000 mile long anything bend with the curvature of the Earth/Terra?

I GUESS THEY DON’T IF THE EARTH IS ACTUALLY FLAT!!!!!!

OMG!!!

I JUST HAD THE STUPIDEST EPIPHANY IN HISTORY!!!

When you go somewhere, you take what you need with you…right?

Do you fold clothes before putting them in a suitcase?

Are there some clothes that you handle differently?

Like, do you own clothes that should NEVER be folded?

Prolly make special considerations for those. A clothes carrier perhaps.

But irrespective of what, you still figure out how to take what you need with you, and you figure out how to best get it there with little to no change or disruption…right?

Genetics and organics are starting to make more and more sense.
^Depeche Mode – Shine ( trance mix 2015 HD* dj jean alpohin )^


If I spin a ball clockwise “here”, and spin the same ball anticlockwise “there”, what effect(s) does that have on the space(s) inbetween?

Are you having trouble imagining what I am describing? If so, do this…

  1. find a hair on your arm or leg…
  2. find another hair near it that you can draw a straight line to, one to the other…
  3. now imagine your bloodstream running underneath the skin…
  4. now imagine a red blood cell that is spinning clockwise near one hair, and the same blood cell is spinning anticlockwise near the second hair.

What effect(s) does that and those motions have on the space(s) between the hair(s)? What effect(s) does that have on the hair(s) and follicle(s) themselves? Are you incorporating enough axises to accommodate the spaces that allow this and these rotational actions? Are you being fractal in these thoughts? Are you being unidirectional enough in your analysis?

Surface Tension
Magnetism
Electromagnetic Field
Hypereosinophilic Syndrome
Eosinophilia
Eosinophil
Acidobacteria
Acidophile
Lactobacillus
Lactobacillus Acidophilus
Atmospheric Pressure
Decompression Sickness
Just keeping it real. Or at least, real-ish.
^Béla Fleck & The Original Flecktones – “Sinister Minister” – Mountain Jam VII – 6/3/11^

Is it possible that air-travel related illnesses may in fact be remiss in ignoring some more long-term effects that air travel has on the body over time?

Pressurized aircraft, non-pressurized aircraft, compressed air(s), temperature controlled buildings that are themselves pressurized…shit like that. We appear to be under a lot of pressure(s). Maybe that’s why everyone is presumed to be so goddamn grumpy.

^Stevie Wonder-Isn’t She Lovely Lyrics^

Speaking of pressure(s) and spin(s)…how in the fuck, can something that is made out of meat, be allergic to meat itself?

ALPHA-GAL SYNDROME: WHAT IS THE INCURABLE MEAT ALLERGY SPREAD BY TICKS?

There’s a lot of tumblers turning there.

     I need to chew on that story a bit.

No pun intended.
^Bela Fleck – Did you ever meet Gary Owen Uncle Joe?^

I’ve not made much progress. I started this on Sunday, but it’s now Tuesday. I supposed that one might could say that I’ve gotten lazy…

that I’ve become confused or sidetracked…

lost direction…

run out of things to say. 

Could it be that my course is run, and it’s time for me to shut up?

Fold my tent?

Head for the hills?

Retire?

Welp, if I stay in the USA, I’ve got 20 years left until I can retire. I think I’ll keep going.

^501 – Infinity^

Here’s an interesting story…

How white women use strategic tears to avoid accountability

Would that be like…”utilization of strategic weapons to enforce your will”? Or…”seizing a strategic opportunity to query a person of a certain color, only because of your own color”? I mean, cops carry firearms and other weapons for a reason. The discharge of the firearm is irrelevant. A weapon is a weapon. A cell phone or radio can be a weapon if utilized properly. Hell, almost anything can be weaponized. But this weaponizing of people based on skin color or creed sounds…familiar.

Can't recall anything specific tho.
^Monstergetdown – Creature^

The more you travel through your life, the more you are likely to see unexpected shit. People thinking thoughts and creating and doing things that you yourself may have thought of. In fact, you may find things so similar, that they are damn near identical. Weird and strange things that you may have thought that you and only you have thought of. This is likely why economics can be so destructive. If you chase a dream with the expectations of a commercial return, you are likely going to wind up penniless and miserable. Thievery and shenanigans aside, sometimes, things just happen as they do.

^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^
Pressure,

pressure,

pressure.

Points in time = pressure? 

That makes me think of something that occurred to me some time back. Let’s say, that there was a country or two, that were once at war. One of these countries, ended that particular theatre of war with a swift stroke or two. These “strokes” may have had unforeseen consequences. And so, as that “defeated” country recovered, and eventually more generations were born in the aftermath, there was this feeling of…vengeance. A need to avenge this defeat.

Q: Would long-term “sabotage” of sorts, be an effective method of exacting this revenge?

A: ¿!!!?

Or would that just be creating more of the same via a different path. Perpetuation of the stereotype(s). Perpetuation of the need for vengeance.

Black Rain

I guess you don’t fight vengeance. You cope.

^The Prototypes – Pale Blue Dot (Calyx & TeeBee Remix)^

BITCOIN!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night, I finally did a bit of digging on this topic. Turns out there is another called Etherium or something like that. Today, I watched an episode of Doctor Who, and this episode centered around some complexities with respect to calculations performed in certain spaces using certain elements, that themselves are molded into certain shapes. I was laying on the bed a few minutes ago, watching the sun traverse the sky, and it inspired me to write a short poem.

Calculations, and when they are thought to be complete/completed.

^Paul Keeley – New seclusion^

I don’t know if any of my ponderings are worth a fuck, so the best that I have to sustain me is that I must be thinking about this shit for some reason. Not to mention, that I wouldn’t be able to comprehend them. Which, to be fair, most of the things that I think about, I don’t understand nor do I try and pretend that I do. How is one to know, how to proceed?

^Karen Overton – Your loving Arms Full (Armin van Buuren Extended Vocal Mix)^

If I tell you how to have a particular experience, don’t I in effect prevent you from having one? Or at least, having your own?

That’s my beef with programs and precipices. You are taking someone, who is likely already “bent” or maybe even “broken”, and you are going to reinforce that brokenness with this new revolutionary and life-changing program that you have devised. You’ve basically reinvented and created a square hole, and are now encouraging people to jump through it, knowing full well that they won’t fit. If they fit, you don’t get to sell your program to them. It’s like canvassing a fat-farm for size 0-3 bikini models. Nevermind your shortsightedness if the first fat-farm you visit turns out to be all male.

I mean, you HAVE considered gender...right?
^Neonlight – Boom^
It’s tough to know what to encounter.

It’s tough to know how to encounter it.

^PEEKABOO – Arrival^

I watched the following vid, and it’s like…

”we will monitor what is happening under your own feet, we will assess, and we will tell you what to make of your own life.”

If you feel it in your interests to do so anyway. This is likely why people get so angry when shit goes wrong. You’ve given your proxy to someone to make decisions for you, and that is predicated on the fact that…

what? 

You are so incompetent that you can’t make your own decisions? Or that others are so superior that they can? Both of those things? Do you forgive yourself for making mistakes? K…well…perhaps it was a mistake for you to sign away what you feel are your rights, forgive yourself, move on. You’ll know better next time.

^Hawaii Volcano Eruption Update – Tuesday Night (May 8 2018)^

And there’s this…

Scientists baffled after discovering signs of elusive time crystals in a kids’ toy

Carbon, Quartz, tides, cycles, radio, pulses. Yeah. You’ve got bits and pieces, and there are many. But what comprehension can we attain when the medium(s) and methods are so exclusive? Your fears are said to be well founded, and based in fact(s). But that also means that you do not trust the very future that you seek to know. As a result, the more complex the system, the more exclusive it will be, and the less that will have access to it. Just keep in mind that an isolation is a beacon like any other…

it just shines differently.

As best I can guess, most scientists never take the time to just sit and watch a clock. To ponder what is happening on each tick, and what is happening between. To wonder about others, their lives, what is transpiring in those lives, and how they cope. To intentionally blur your own clarity. To ponder what it is like to let clarity come to you. To learn how to let an epiphany or discovery go. To let The Universe provide us with something astounding, acknowledge the gift, perhaps even marvel at it a bit…and then give it back. To wander in the splendor of creation, and realize that every opportunity need not be capitalized upon.

That should provide some bias for better gauging what you personally should pursue, and maybe what to leave for others.

^Benny Benassi – Change Style^

We build our own civilization(s) on “the ruins” of others. We use the same principles and precepts that “collapsed” civilizations used. Ever stop to think that the suggestiveness of this and these contradictions might just cause some confusion?

We don't teach irony/ironies...do we?

Well, maybe thespians do, but not everyone is cut out for acting in front of others, and not everyone likes the theatre.

^Bastille – Pompeii (Live From Isle Of Wight Festival)^

Wanna know how “exclusive” things are? Easy. Talk about something you know nothing about, see who jumps on you, for what, and from where they spring. You’ll learn real fucking quick if others perceive you as being somewhere you shouldn’t be and/or doing something they feel you shouldn’t be doing. They’ll likely even tell you the opinion that you should have. If you adopt and adapt, they may even try and recruit you to their cause.

^CoLD SToRAGE – Cairodome^

Checked out some rentals in a certain town in England this week. Been looking abroad for an apartment/flat to lease where I could live for 3 to 4 months, take in the local wildlife, and do some writing on the experience. Find some place, wander in more or less blind, and see what I see. No real agenda, other than taking what I am given, then share my experience and experiences. It’s been a long time since I’ve dreamed like this, but it was kinda fun. Now all I have to do, is do it.

Ya'll ready for some storms over that way?
^LTJ Bukem – Atlantis^

cYacFa

^Wontolla, Kasger & Limitless – Miles Away [NCS Release]^

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*Innit, Clicky! …/pat snout… Sets me up nicely for tomorrow…*

Dear Reader, have a Song ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Clicky Led

Clicky speaks

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2 + 0 = 1

Sounds impossible? There is a blessing to standardization. It is indicative of a contextual significance. An era. An epoch. A time. What is significant about an obelisk that is not standing up?

I dunno 

What is significant about an obelisk that is standing up? I bet it’s pretty fucking significant if it’s standing, but about to fall. Prolly also significant if it is standing, then falls with little to no warning. How’d that thing stand up anyway?

Prolly aliens + tractor beams
^Fatboy Slim – Right Here, Right Now (CamelPhat Remix)^


I haven’t seen one of these vids appear in a while, but suddenly…here one is.

WARNING: You may want to turn your volume down prior to watching. For some odd reason, this vid is loud as fuck.

PRO TIP: After watching the vid, don’t forget to set your volume back to where it was prior to watching it.

🙂

^strange Trumpet sounds from the sky caught on live TV Volume 20^

So here's the dealio

I’m writing three different posts at the same time,

they’ll be posted in three different places, and

all three are gonna start off with the same three paragraphs.

But they’ll each go their own way after these first three paragraphs. I’ll write/post one here, I’ll write/post one over at my WordPress blog, and the other I’ll send over to RooBeeDoo to see what she comes up with. I’ve not been doing a lot of writing lately, but I sure as shit have been thinking about it.

I’m about to undertake some scary endeavors, and I’ve been working hard to dial my writing back since December of last year in preparation for these endeavors. I’ve also been trying to be mindful of what I read and watch. Limiting my intake, if you will. But last night, I started to feel just downright depressed. Like someone had kicked me in the junk, ‘cept with none of the actual pain and all of the actual depression.

As I lay on my bed and contemplated while I felt so shitty, I got the impression that I just flat out missed writing all the time. There are other things I miss as well, but I can’t do anything about that. So, I’ll focus on those things I can do something about. At this stage in my life, there is really only one thing that I have some limited ability to control, and that is my writing, and where and when I choose to write it. Let’s onward with the…whatever this is.

BREAK!
^CamelPhat – Drop It^


Is there a difference between something that is standing up, and something that is not? I mean, even if they are the same goddamn thing, if it’s laying down, it’s not the same thing laying down that it is when it’s standing up…right? Do I need to bring up penises?

lolz...bring up penises...lolz

This is the downside to talking ethics. There is an implied decorum that needs to be maintained. I assume that this decorum is to maintain and/or achieve some sort of purity. But what in the FUCK is “pure” about dreaming up and enacting legislation pertaining to murder? Or is it the path that purifies us, as we walk from the point of origin(s) that put us on this muddy and despicable trail of tears, all in order to get us to where we need to be?

Yeah, ethics suck

If you are clean, you gotta get dirty in order to understand what it is that draws your particular snout to the pig sty. If you are dirty, you gotta listen to the same uppity righteous fucks that likely created whatever shithole you are trying to climb out of. It’s a mess.

^Hot Since 82 – Veins (Original Mix)^

Let’s go this direction for a bit…

Obelisk of Axum
Tiya (Archaeological Site)
King Ezana’s Stela
Eritrean Highlands
Rift Valley Fever
Great Rift Valley, Kenya
Great Rift Valley, Ethiopia
East African Rift
Divergence
Abuse of Notation
Intuition

Would intuition be what it is, if it were more standardized? Thinking now about the curvature of our planet and certain spaces, there is a potential for nullification based on a contextual proximity within time. That is to say, that “not all sacred sites are the same”. Sure, they are all “sacred”

but to who?

When?

Where?

So with that in mind, is the Tevatron the same thing as the LHC?

Tevatron

Large Hadron Collider

If they are the same thing, why are there two of them? Do we need two of the same thing? Or is one more/less significant than the other?

^Mark Knight – Your Love (Original Club Mix)^

Let's see what Boogie2988 is up to

He mentions something about a YouTube purge.

My Twitter has been acting wonky for about a week.

I wonder if any of this shit has any affect on Bitcoin.

^I’M FINALLY FIGURING IT ALL OUT… RECOVERY LESSONS.^

What…in the FUCK…is “body dysmorphia”?

Body Dysmorphic Disorder
Alien Hand Syndrome
Body Integrity Identity Disorder
Somatoparaphrenia
Hemispatial Neglect
Acquired Brain Injury
Synonyms of Arterial Tortuosity Syndrome
Dystonia
Human Factors and Ergonomics
Ergonomic Hazard
Vibration
Repetitive Strain Injury
Space Psychology
Kinesiology
Podiatry
Reflexology

If you sit in a certain chair, at a certain desk, and you do this over a certain period of time…

but then suddenly

… you find yourself in a different chair, at a different desk, for different periods of time…

Q: Does that have an effect on anything at all?

A: Or are you just a piece of meat?

Yeah, I don’t know how to deal with bitter acerbity either.

^Solardo – On The Corner^


Yesterday, I did a search on YouTube for “spiritual awakening” just because I’ve not kept up with that shit in a while. I don’t even remember what I found, because I wound up trying to start watching Part 3 of that Ouija Board documentary. I dig rest.

Let’s hop over to YouTube real quick, I’m gonna search for “spiritual awakening” again – without quotes – and I’m going to link the 3rd video on the 3rd page of the search results. Sound good? Let’s do it!

<rawr> ;-P

JESUS H. CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 3rd video on the 3rd page is motherfucking 1 hour, 46 minutes, and 5 seconds long!!!

I ain’t watching that bullshit!!!

First rattle out of the fucking bag, the goddamn video tells me to go read a coupla prophesies from Nostradamus before watching the video. Now, why on EARTH would someone want me to pause the video, grab a book, and read a bit before watching the video?

Hmmmmm

Could it be to get you used to the fact, that in order to proceed in your continued “growth”, you are going to need books,

and home videos,

and daily chant guides,

and daily mantra guides,

and t-shirts,

and bumper stickers,

and laminated bookmarks with clever shit written on them,

and coffee mugs,

and all kinds of other ancillary market types of shit to take along with you, as you trek to god knows where for the quarterly retreats that are held for select “gold members” at the temple?

Anyway, here’s the video if you wanna watch it. I only made it to 1 minute 43 seconds.

^The Laws of the Sun – Spiritually Awakening Movie – OFFICIAL^

If I keep talking about the same shit over and over, does that create some sort of repetitive type injury?

O RLY? To whom? 

Yeah, to whom does this injury occur? To me? To anyone who reads my bullshit? Both? Anyway, I’ve seen this gal’s stuff before, and may have even watched and linked this particular video at some point. But there seems to be an infatuation in certain sectors of the synchrosphere with “the shining”.

Clicky squints

Shining
Shining
Illumination
Illumination
Clairvoyance
Synchrotron
Synchrotron Radiation
Synchroscope
Synchronicity

I find this concept of “specificity within the synchrosphere” to be ironic, since specificity seems to be contrary to the nature of synchronicity. That said, a lot of these concepts may not be new, but they are new to some of us. So, let’s see what she has to say about something very specific, and how this specificity may relate to “spiritual awakening”.

^How to Develop Clairvoyance, How to Become Clairvoyant, How it Works!^


A few weeks ago, the street light across the way went out. The street was dark as shit for a coupla weeks, and it was just damn nice outside at night because you could actually see at night without that fucking beacon blinding the fuck out of you. However, it has now been replaced, and they replaced the one light, with two. Not only that, the fucking thing is bright white instead of the pale amber of the previous street light.

The whole goddamn street is now bright as shit at night

I wanted to take some pics of the full moon, but I now can’t because of that goddamn beacon that is right in the path of the moon/Luna’s ascension.

😐

^SYMBOLOGY AND YOU. How SYMBOLS Affect Your Subconscious Mind WITHOUT Knowing It + ANCIENT Symbols^

I’m not trying to knock these people, but a lot of this shit sounds like the parroting of something you’ve learned, and you are following the program or system step by step in order, as you’ve been taught to do. I know that I do this all the time. So, what is it that we are trying to break out of? Why are we trying to break out of it? Are we searching for intuition? Are we searching for our own intuition?

Standardized anything is going to seek to quash intuition, so maybe that’s the sudden infatuation with enlightenment via ancient mysteries and/or mystery schools and the like.

Temple of Set

Harry Houdini

Spiritualism

BLOOPS!!! I guess there’s nothing new about it. ‘Cept for maybe we are getting to know our neighbors a bit better without even realizing we were doing so.

Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania

What, in the name of all that is holy, could Wilkes-Barre Pennsylvania have to do with the price of tea in Antarctica? I dunno. But I can think of one person that this town might ring a bell with.

^Shiba San – OKAY^


Been watching Dr. Who, Deadwood, and Adventure Time with a certain someone. I’m still kinda iffy on the whole “remote viewing” angles of this particular activity, but I’m kinda comfortable with my own cluelessness, so whatever.

/me shrugs

Remote Viewing

I can only imagine, that anyone gaining access to my head/being, the first fucking thought is going to be

“GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!” 

The only reason that I can see that someone would want direct access to the fabric of another being…

Truth

But doesn’t truth loose some of its meaning when the filters and filtering that is already in place are circumnavigated and/or circumvented? It can’t be truth if I don’t want or need to tell it. So there’s an implied duality or binary nature to getting to “the truth” by the action of telling. What we tell, and how…

Perception(s) and perspective(s)

I mean, just because you can plug a lamp into an electrical socket, is no guarantee that the lamp will light.

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

I narrowed my YouTube search to only show results from videos that were posted this week. This was the latest one, and it appears to have been posted 7 hours ago.

 Today is Tuesday May 1st, 2018, and it's currently 12:48 CDT

It appears this video is a talk more than a video, and it’s some gal talking about the menstrual cycle. I’m not female. This talk has fuckall to do with me. But it does make me think about fibrous material(s). That makes me think about Morgellon’s. Not that I ever think about fibrous material(s) potentially being an issue for women that use certain feminine hygiene products or anything.

Aponeurosis
Apnea
Toxic Shock Syndrome
Morgellons
Innate Immune System
Symptom
Diagnosis Code

Is it possible that Morgellon’s is actually a form of Toxic Shock Syndrome? I mean, I personally am allergic to everything under the fucking sun. Not to mention, anyone can become allergic to anything, at any time. Shellfish are OK for eating today, but tomorrow, eating them kills you. So…with that in mind…

Q: What changed?

A: I dunno either.

Maybe we can figure it out.

Or at least develop some coping mechanisms.

/shrug
^Red Moon: Goddess Teachings & Meditations for Female Spiritual Awakening^

This isn’t really where I intended to go.

I intended to go nowhere in particular.

Can both of these statements be true?
^Deadmau5 – There Might Be Coffee (1080p) || HD^


When I see someone’s profile pic on Twitter, and I get the googly eyes because she is very pretty, is there a certain procedure or protocol that I supposed to follow at that point? Am I supposed to message them and say “YO BITCH YOU ARE HOT AS FUCK!!!” or something similar? Or do I just wait for the erection to subside, then go about my business.

Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever actually gotten a boner from looking at some gal’s pic. But I’ve gotten butterflies a time or two. Anyway, I never thought of Twitter as some dating service or place to meet chicks to hook up with. I guess being married will do that to a fella, and subsequently being divorced doesn’t change much in that regard.

But I do often contemplate the mechanics of meeting someone. I mean, I’m single again, so why wouldn’t I contemplate this? To be honest, it scares the shit out of me because I had long been under the assumption that I’d be married for the rest of my life. Plus, what if one of these gals I get the googly eyes and butterflies over is married or in a relationship already? I can handle someone seeing my pic and throwing up. I’ve had this face for a long time and am familiar with the response it tends to generate.

Meh…I’ve no idea what to do, nor even if I should do anything. I think I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing, which is nothing. At least that’s something.

^Summertime Rolls – Jane’s Addiction.wmv^
MAYDAY!!! MAYDAY!!! MAYDAY!!!

May Day

I’ve seen some “witchy types” posting something about some other name to call this, so lemme go see if I can find what that something is.

Beltane

BELTANE!!! 

Speaking of belts, my mother gave me all of my father’s old belts. I mean, the guy is dead, so he ain’t gonna need them anymore. Anyway, I was looking at one of the older ones, and it got me to wondering how many lashes I got over the years with that particular belt.

It’s wide,

it’s thick,

it’s long,

made of leather,

and left many a welt on my 

back,

arms,

legs,

hands,

and sometimes even my ass. Not that he was a bad aim, but he usually had to suspend me in the air by dangling me from one of my arms.

I was not real receptive to being repeatedly struck with a heavy piece of leather, but one day, that all changed. I bent over, grabbed my ankles, and never made a peep through all 12 lashes. He, was stunned. But I think when it was over, and I turned to face him, and shot him a look of hate bound by fury, I think I scared him. He was almost speechless, and eventually stammered a congratulations to me on my “not going to the tear department”, but our relationship forever changed that day.

He retired the belt, and never used it on me again. I’ll not elaborate as to the direction that the violence took after the belt was retired, but you can probably imagine. I was 12 years old.

^Paul Keeley- Run To You (Original Mix)^


I gotta run because this one is getting kinda long, and I’ve two more of these I need to go write, then get back to watching Deadwood and Dr Who with a certain someone. But before I go, I got a parting query. There are many that espouse this “living for the day” mentality to others. To seize opportunity, and not to wait. But I’ve got a question for you…

Q: Aren’t you worth waiting for?

A: I think you are

Doesn’t matter if it’s 5 seconds or 5 years. I’m betting that you are worth waiting for.

I think you are pretty awesome, and I don’t even really know you.

Not even sure what “knowing” really means in this context.

You learn, you grow, you change, you…

do whatever in the fuck you do.

So “knowing” can’t be just and only about fucking.

But yeah, I’ve got a feeling about you, and I don’t even know who you are.

Now all you have to do, is sort out/figure out who I am talking to and/or referencing.

Good luck

^Mango – Sayonara (Original Mix)^


cYacFa

^Dave Horne – In Our Dreams (Original Mix) [HD]^

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dolphin wave

Missive From ‘Merica: With ADDED WOO

Been on a bit of cultural exchange these past two weeks, Dear Reader…

Adventure Time

*Indeed, Clicky! …/pats snout…*

… Whereby I’ve been introducing The Okie Devil of Text Us to Doctor Who

*It’s been an Utter joy, Clicky, bouncing around time and space with Cade… /lights up… Seeing things anew…*

… And in return, he has introduced me to Doowdaed

*No shit! It’s called Deadwood?! …/rubs eyes… Actually, Clicky, that does makes more sense… /drags…*

… And we’ll continue with more of that later today…

*/coughs… I ain’t shown him that one yet! …/taps ash… Mind you… /smokes… touch and hearing in one clip, Clicky? Fucking clever!*

Woo Hoo

In the meantime, Cade has very kindly sent a missive for us all to enjoy, Dear Reader…

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giphy

Where have I been?

Where have YOU been is likely a more appropriate question.

I've been taking a break.

Getting my bikini figure into shape for Bikini Season.

Let’s remedy that.

^DJ Shredda – Chainsaw (The Crow Mix)^

Let’s come me come clean. I’ve been avoiding anything and everything on the web, except Twitter, and I’ve been doing that for the last few months. I don’t care what it is, I don’t want to see it, and I don’t want to hear it. Those “pokes from else and/or elsewhere” have gotten too numerous. My feet, legs and hips are cramping almost non-stop, and it fucking hurts.

So yeah...vacation. 

I keep thinking about some 16 year old girl shooting herself. Can’t get it out of my fucking head. That, and this goddamn anti-smoking bullshit. Oh, and I’m trying to write. So there’s that. I also keep swirling around swirls. That has led me to some interesting thoughts on “flat space(s)”, so I’m gonna ramble about some of that…

assuming it's A-O-fucking-K with you.
^Acid Fighter (DJ Crow Remix) – Soundgrabber^


So what’s up with you where you are? It’s snowing outside here. Gonna put my cold weather gear on in a bit, go outside, and make a video. I doubt very seriously that most fucks are going to believe that it’s snowing in North Texas in late April, but it is. Once I make the video, we’ll have proof, the case will be solved forever, and there will be no reason to argue about the truth of spring snow(s) in Texas. I’ll keep you posted on where you can view the video.

^DJ The Crow meets DJ Arne LII – The Speed (Überdruck Mix)^


Why in the fuck would anyone care if North Korea/South Korea reunified? You running low on shit to talk about? Running low on shit to worry about? East Germany and West Germany got back together.

Maybe if you fucks would stop thinking in terms of big and small, you could actually focus. Or at least, make some discernment(s) as to what focus is.

Which reminds me, I got to thinking about the nature of focus with respect to membranes, and it got me to thinking about what is required to stretch a something so thin, that it results in the reduction of mass in certain sectors of the stretched membrane in such a way as to detract/reduce scale. Meaning, the reduction in mass does not cause a fundamental change in anything except scale.

Shrinking. 

Basically, a chain of say…Oxygen atoms…have become so stretched, all while retaining their relational bonds, that some atoms begin to shrink in scale. Methinks we are stumbling into/onto some gravity/anti-gravity kinds of things here.

^Norman Bass – How U Like Bass? (Warp Brothers Club Mix)^

Thinking more in terms of contextual processes that are created for the purpose(s) of creating something that does not currently exist, there are certain things that we can accept as being, for the most part…normal. Like say, the creation of a house using wood, that starts with the chopping down of a tree, and is followed by the chopping down of more trees.

Pretty normal sounding right? 

Welp, what about slamming sub-atom particles together at near the speed of light using the machines that we build in order to achieve this? Is that normal? Or can we consider it “normal” to qualify these activities as…abnormal.

Q: Is “sawdust” considered waste?

A: ???

Do we have processes in place to adequately deal with the ongoing sawdust issue(s)? Have we taken steps? Addressed concerns? Is the matter settled?

^Crash Bass – Hardshake^

Let’s focus

Focus (Optics)

Let’s get more focused

   Focus

We on the same page?

Let us turn it
^Gary Beck – Say What (Adam Beyer Remix) [SAVED RECORDS]^

I wonder how many membranes are breached in order to perform an “average” surgery.

Fascia
Fibromyalgia
Crystal Habit (Redirected from Fiberous habit)
Fiber
Dietary Fiber
Biodegradable Waste
Tortuous
Tortuosity
Tortious Interference
Tortuosamine
What Is a Tortuous Artery?
Twisted Blood Vessels: Symptoms, Etiology and Biomechanical Mechanisms

So can we assume that there is a difference between a perforation and a cut/incision? What about a stretch or strain? Wouldn’t an incision by a laser be both a perforation and a cut? No to mention the burn(ing).

^Hanayo – Joe le Taxi^


It’s just passed noon on Saturday April 28, and I’ve not been sleeping well. I’ve been dreaming non-stop for months now, but I guess its the season change that is currently fucking me up. I went on a 5 day drinking bender last week, and it did me some good. But still not sleeping very well. Guess I’m sweating heading to Austin a bit. Leaving for Austin soon, and looking forward to it, but also kinda nervous. The dynamics of the trip have suddenly changed. I’ll survive it tho. May even have some fun.

/me shrugs

On the up side, I’ve got the fever to write.

On the down side, I’m gonna be without my computer for a while.

I guess it's time to break out the pen and paper.

OH! I’ve got three stories in the new Underdog Anthology which was published this last week.

UAV front cover all named

I guess I need to write a post on it on my own goddamn blog.

^M83 ‘Midnight City’ Official video^


Got to thinking about the referential dynamics of gene sequences the other day, and the numbers went from “ridiculous” to “incomprehensible” almost immediately.

Picture This: two identical strands of DNA. One of these strands is located in the heart, and the other is flowing within the bloodstream. Now, imagine these two strands in relation to one another. Now think about the sequence in each strand. Do the sequences remain constant? What about in relation to each other?

I mean, we are talking more about cryptography/cryptology than we are about relationships or gene sequences/gene sequencing, so what about discretion, distinction and/or discrimination? Is there potentially some magic in the spacial relationships and orientations of identical things? What about like things? Similar not same kinds of things?

Cryptography
Discernment
Discernment of Spirits
Discrimination

So yeah, if you get two identical things together, what are they now?

Spooky action at a distance?

Or does the action always and forever need to follow a predefined path?

^Boy Harsher — Pain^

Was talking to a certain someone this week about “GUT”, and espoused that this particular pursuit is going to have to include multiple elements, and that the omission of a simultaneous “constructive/destructive” is likely why these efforts to construct a unification continues to fail and/or be elusive.

Grand Unified Theory

Whatever this “GUT” winds up being will have to have contextual nature, and I added Earth/Terra and Sun/Sol distinctions.

EX: The GUT on Earth/Terra will not be applicable on Mars, and the GUT on The Sun/Sol will differ from the GUT on Earth/Terra. We are in motion, and the only constant state appears to be that of “change” and/or “changing”, depending on where you are and when.

Perspective(s).

So yeah, there is likely a metric shitload of fucktons of galactic considerations that also need to be made. Maybe The Zodiac ain’t such a stretch afterall, eh? I mean, if these distant gamma ray bursts are suddenly of global concern because we can now see/detect them, that means that they’ve always been a concern. So I got a question for you…

Q: What’s your fucking hurry?

A: ¿?¿

Maybe if you fucks weren’t so goddamn wrapped up in the fatalistic ends of the more modern interpretations Darwinian theory/theories, you wouldn’t be so fucking anxious to win your very own Darwin Award, and take the rest of us with you in the process.

^Kiesza – Hideaway (Official Video)^

Yes, I am suggesting that certain sectors of science seem to be pretty goddamn fatalistic. I mean fuck, we can get that fatalism bullshit from religion. We don’t need it from you too.

But you’re free to do what you want.

Blow it all up.

😐
^Azari & III – Hungry for the power (Jamie Jones remix)^

 My brain hurts.

Imma go get something to eat, then video the snow for anyone who wants to see it.

^’I FINK U FREEKY’ by DIE ANTWOORD (Official)^

cYacFa

^Hey Boy Hey Girl (Soulwax ‘2 Many DJ’s’ Remix)^

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Feeding time

*Yeah, I’m hungry too, Clicky… /stubs butt… Let’s get sumfin to eat…*

Dear Reader? CYL… 😉 …and have a Song ❤

HBD Dr One! From The Okie Devil & RBD2

Two things, Dear Reader…

*No, Clicky… /flicks lighter… two items to cover off in this post… /lights up…*

First up, the soon to be published Underdog Anthology V has finally got a title…

*Knot quite… /puffs… Similar, Clicky…*

Six in Five in Four

Leggy tells me there will be 20 stories in all, not including the Foreword and Afterword, which I guess makes…

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*/drags… twenty-two… /squints… and knot Tutu, Clicky… /taps ash…*

I have two stories included: ‘Nine Lives‘ and a new ‘Harry‘ story called, ‘Jackanory Jackalope’…

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*/coughs … It’s a spring-time book, Clicky… /clears throat… There has to be a rabbit…*

… In witch, the Legend of the Jackalope is recounted by a…

My good friend, Cade, who has three fantabulous stories in UAV, imparted the legend to me. I hope I’ve been able to do it justice ❤

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*Okay… /drags… thanks for keeping me on track, Clicky… /blows smoke ring…*

The second thing, Dear Reader, is to say a big, fat ‘Happy Birthday’ to The Underdog

Dr One

… And to give him his pressie, made by Cade, from both of us. Leggy may recognise the lyrics 😉

*My besties are SO fucking clever and talented, Clicky… /stubs butt… I AM the luckiest woman in the whirled…*

*Yes, you too, Clicky… /pats snout…*