The key line here is, "I'm in the business of…" He's paid and contracted to ACT with this script. And that's all it is, folks – an actor with a script. He holds NO power over you. High time people realised this. And acted accordingly.
*Oh dear… /plumes smokes… I guess storms are racist now…*
Although this is probably in France if it was in Britain and reversed it would be all over the news and the perpetrators would be shamed in the media and prosecuted to the full extent of the law https://t.co/cBXnCBmRm2
*Those kicks and blows raining down definitely seem racist to me…*
Hello there, Dear Reader. We are most fortunate peeps, in that Cade Fon Apollyon has sent through a second missive this week. I, for one, am very happy about that indeed…
*Oh, do behave. You can write a post tomorrow, Clicky…*
Enjoy!
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¿Yawl Redi Fo Dis?
show yoo wiz
— ó¿ó —
climb ate
∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
cly mate
∞ = 1 + 0 + -1 = ∞
cull lime eight
∞ = 0 + -1 + 1 = ∞
klye m8
∞ = 1 + -1 + 0 = ∞
kalime ayt
∞ = -1 + 0 + 1 = ∞
climate
— ó¿ó —
peace sez und purts
^Jock Jams – Are You Ready For This^
Was directed towards a comment over at the Merovee blog the other day, but I didn’t respond to it. The comment appeared to be regarding something I wrote in the previous whatever, but it didn’t appear to be actually directed at me, so yeah, I didn’t respond.
Did give it some thought tho.
Next day, went back, there were some followup comments, and have thought about those too, but I’ve not been back since. Virtually everything that I’ve encountered over the past 14 years has been troubling in one way or another. Hence, it’s no surprise to me that something I say/write might be troubling to someone else who reads what I’ve written. Everything I know has been called into question. Everything that I believed in has been challenged. And what was the absolute worst about all of this, is that it all seemed to materialize out of thin air. I wasn’t reading a bunch of crazy shit that “triggered” me, I wasn’t even reading “normal” shit that triggered me. Some really weird shit started to happen, it seemed to happen of its own accord or volition, and I chose to blunder around completely in the dark, unaided, and seeking no outside assistance for what turned out to be almost 5 years.
When I finally did start to dip my toe into the water(s), it would be another 3 years of not being too committal about it before I finally said “aight, that’s it, come hell or high water…time for me to dive in, and do so in pure and honest Cade style”.
CANNON BALL!!!!!!!
Not sure if I’m actually trying to make a point here other than maybe to say that there is no goal line. There are milestones, but there is no milestone. There are clocks, but there is no clock. There are respites, but there is no respite. There are answers, but there is no answer. All of these things will be true until you personally find out otherwise. And if you feel that you have found out otherwise, and decide to share your findings and spread your good news?
Good...Fucking...Luck.
You’ve effectively walked out onto the lawn of that perfect destination you’ve finally reached after all of that searching, dropped your pants, and taken a big shit right in the middle of it. Assuming you were wearing pants. We’re talking about Shambala/Shangri-La after all. Or Eden. Or Heaven. Or whatever. Nudity is usually associated with those kinds of locations and the freedom(s) they provide, and pants may not be requisite.
You might be able to skip a step.
^Grateful Dead – Touch Of Grey (Official Music Video)^
Sharing and describing your “awakening” or “enlightenment” or whatthefuckever is the equivalent of telling all your female friends about the someone you shagged last night and how great the sex was. Or if you are male, bragging to all your buddies about the someone you banged last night and how awesome you were. Yes, your friends may be interested in your tales of tail, but it’s going to be kinda superficial.
Distant.
Detached.
Remote.
They weren’t actually there, they didn’t actually experience exactly what you experienced, so at best they can only imagine in trying to relate. Maybe they themselves have some comparative types of thoughts based upon their own experiences, but these are likely to be just imaginings that are questioning in nature and perhaps even confusing thoughts. These thoughts may even be so confusing that they decide that in order to fully understand this life-changing experience you just had, they themselves need to bang your new fuck buddy. Or even, they may think you’re full of shit because they already have had sex with your new fuck buddy and it was a terrible experience. And what’s worse, the next time you have sex with this person, the sex may not compare to that first experience, but your friends are still going want to know all the details.
How are you supposed to explain to them that…yeesh…the sex wasn’t that great this time, and certainly not as good as that one time. You may be put into a position where you feel compelled to fudge the facts a bit. Maybe even straight up lie. There are afterall appearances to maintain. You placed yourself up on that throne, and you may just decide that you will do anything and everything to stay there. And that’s the problem with thrones. They are designed to be unchanging and immovable, but the chair itself really doesn’t give a fuck who is sitting in it, it doesn’t care the means, modes or methods it took for one to become stationed upon it, and it’s likely to accommodate any old ass.
^Amy Winehouse – Back To Black^
Anyway, the whole nature of relating “spiritual” experiences is very gossipy. Very likely to stir up all kinds of emotions in others even if you and your tales and the way you relate them are Zen as fuck. Prolly why you hear so many in “the spiritual community” rambling on endlessly about the ego. Eventually, all that energy you’ve expended in you relating your stories is going to cause your ego to want a food pellet. It’s gonna be hitting that feeder bar faster than Buddy Rich banging on his drums during a drum solo, and if it doesn’t get some kind of reward, it may just get downright savage in meeting what it perceives as its own needs.
But, that’s a path for you to walk. No fucking way I’m willingly wandering into the mire of trying to instruct you as to how to keep a lid on your own ego. Nor will I even suggest that you should keep a lid on it. I only know that others bang on endlessly about the ego, and you will certainly experience your own ego toying with you as you walk your path.
It's your fucking ego, you figure it out.
^Anabel Englund x Yotto – Waiting For You (Official Video) [Ultra Music]^
None of this is meant to suggest that I personally have reached Enlightenment or attained Samadhi or that I have Ascended or reached Ascension or become an Ascended Master or whatever nomenclature you wanna tack onto these experiences that everyone and their dog has been blabbing about and scrambling for. I have no idea if I’m on the path to Ascension, or even if I’m on a path to Ascension. However I can safely say that some weird shit has most certainly transpired in my life, and both my trying to talk about it, and in my listening to others try and talk their own experiences…fucking lolz…
what a bunch of absolute losers.
It’s most of the time like listening to a 1 year old child from the year 52021 BC try and describe the inner workings of a really fine and complex pocket watch that they somehow miraculously know of and absolutely understand, but they simply do not yet possess the vocabulary to describe it. And even when that child eventually does have the vocabulary to describe this pocket watch, its function(s) and its meaning(s), it is highly unlikely those around them possess the vocabulary to understand it. Sounds haughty as fuck, yeah? You somehow came into possession of some miraculous something, you’ve finally reached the point where you finally can describe this miraculous something…and you’re surrounded by a bunch of mouth-breathing dolts who just flat don’t understand you nor what you’re blathering about. You’re special. So very special. You’re fuckin’ special. You’re a creep. You’re a weirdo. What the hell are you doin’ here? You don’t belong here.
(creds to Radiohead for that last bit)
^Creep – Vintage Postmodern Jukebox Radiohead Cover ft. Haley Reinhart^
Let’s face it…a lot of this crap about “Fake News” is just propaganda created by “mainstream media” or anyone involved with it in order to save their own industry and/or their own asses. The “legitimate press” has their own guild, and they figure that if you want to play in the information game, you have to join their guild and pay them homage. Hence, all these rogues creating their own news streams appear to have so terrified news publishers, that the big players have began to push back. Label everything that is not them or not from them as “Fake News”. And of course, they have a lot of help from public figures of all kinds, because they too are in this guild, even if unofficially. I guess at its core, they don’t like the idea that information is floating around out in public without someone having paid for that information.
And more specifically, payed them.
Information proliferation is how they make their money, and I’d imagine it drives “the press” absolutely bonkers that information is being given away for free. I’d imagine that, to them, it’s like watching someone dig an oil well or a gold mine, “strike it rich”, then give everything the well or mine produces away for nothing. They can only lament how much cash they would have made were those resources in their hands/under their control.
The other thing that strikes me is that they can no longer control what information is released, when, nor can they control the editorial processes that spin a certain something in the direction they want it to go. They can no longer get the jump on demonizing someone or something. They can no longer get the jump on deifying someone or something. They can no longer plant seeds of doubt. They can no longer hype the hell out of nothingburgers. They can no longer just make shit up when it is in their interest(s) to do so. They can no longer use their position to protect their friends, their own interests or anyone else they are in bed with. They can no longer use their position to smite their enemies. All that power and promise they once had is much diminished, if not gone forever. They no longer hold the reins of The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse, and now those reins are in the hands of rank amateurs. Or worse, the riders themselves now have control of their own mounts. The news and information guilds are fallen, and their unions will fall with them.
With a mighty voice he shouted: “‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’ She has become a dwelling for demons and a haunt for every impure spirit, a haunt for every unclean bird, a haunt for every unclean and detestable animal. For all the nations have drunk the maddening wine of her adulteries. The kings of the earth committed adultery with her, and the merchants of the earth grew rich from her excessive luxuries.”
Would imagine that many of these big publishers are still kicking themselves for not jumping on the e-bandwagon(s) sooner. Had they done so, they would have had a much better jump on protecting themselves and their interests from these “free press” ideas that they despise so much.
^[HQ] Electric Light Orchestra – Mr. Blue Sky^
This type of stuff appears to be happening in virtually every industry and in every infrastructure too. Weird shit transpiring in the periphery that gives an establishment credibility. Hell, for the past 5/6 years, politicians everywhere have been acting weird as fuck, and much of it appears to be because these seemingly tiny groups and/or obscure ideas are irritating the living fuck out of people within government. It’s not like these tiny groups are significant or anything, so why are they being given so much attention?
Governments typically couldn’t give two shits about “the negligible” because their numbers are on the wrong side of the decimal point. Perhaps it’s that large portions of the masses have for the most part so abandoned politicians and politics, that the negligible and insignificant have suddenly become important. But even if that is so, it doesn’t really jibe with this latest move to once again move the negligible into the “insignificant” category with all these SARS-CoV2/nCoV-2019 vaccines and the vaccination process(es). It doesn’t matter if a few people get all fucked up from a vaccine nor even if they die. What matters, is “the many”.
(and “the much”...there are many profits to think about here)
Anyway, there are many institutions who appear to be engaging themselves via some really obscure means. Including memes. Turns out that a little self-deprecation can go a long way in winning hearts and minds. Shows you’re human and not just some dead stack of papers. Look around you. See if you’re seeing what I’m seeing. Hell, could just be that I’m seeing things.
^Blondie – Rapture (Remastered 2001)^
i just can't with all of the vaccine misinformation this morning. wasn't aware that everyone got immunology degrees overnight.
— gabsmashh | Advanced Persistent Brunette (@gabsmashh) July 21, 2021
Hey, I can relate. No one wants to take the time to legitimately join the guild, only to have your position much diminished because average plebs are doing your job for you. Them becoming self-sufficient. You, are supposed to be determining what is adequate/inadequate, not them. You, have the degree. You, have the knowledge. That knowledge is yours. That power is yours. Who the fuck do these people think they are anyway?
Brain surgeons?!?!????
What’s most sad about the power-plays is that it diminishes the efforts of those who are actually within the infrastructures and trying to utilize them as best they can whilst maintaining some degree or moral integrity. And by that, I simply mean that they are not trying to leverage the institution(s) for their own personal benefit in a way or ways that is detrimental to the institution(s). They went to school, they studied hard, then they actually got into the system and found out that it was nothing like they were told. They likely have seen shit that would make one’s hair stand on end, but they likely have also seen that there are many within their field who are chugging along and not participating in the shenanigans. Hence, they sally forth figuring that others can keep their integrity in this shit-show, perhaps they themselves can as well.
So, they do just that.
Whether they realize it or not, they too become beacons within a dark and roiling sea, helping even more lone ships to avoid the rocks. But, even tho there are good people in the systems, there are those who are trying to destroy these systems who simply don’t give a shit if there are good people working hard to make a difference in them or not. The infrastructures themselves and all they represent are the enemies, and much like what happened on September 11th, anyone within them is going to perish. Jesus Christ, Abraham, Muhammad, Buddha and every other big wig throughout history could have been meeting in those buildings that day to discuss how to finally bring peace and prosperity to the entire planet, and it would have not made one bit of difference to whomever orchestrated that shit.
Those buildings were coming down.
^Deee-Lite – Groove Is In The Heart [The Reflex Bootsy & Q-Tip Revision]^
Kinda weird to think of an institution of being representative of only one thing. I can go to Walmart one day and have an encounter with what appears to be the crankiest and most bitter employee in the entire history of commerce, and the next day, I encounter another employee who is friendly and helpful to the extreme.
Q: Are both of these individuals somehow representative of the Walmart Corporation?
A: ???
Or is it more likely that they are representative of what they themselves are doing with the Walmart Corporation’s infrastructure at those particular points in time. Walmart has afforded these individuals with some power, and they are either using that power well, or not. It’s the same shit on the global stage and I admit that I am sometimes floored by the ironies of people utilizing the very tools created by an certain infrastructure in order to destroy that same infrastructure.
“We hate you, and we hate everything about you, but, we'll utilize your toys and play in your game just the same.”
Being that I am an American, I am likely to be biased a bit as it pertains to certain events. You likely think that I am thinking filthy terrorists hijack Western technology planes they can barely operate, and use them to destroy Western shit. But I’m not. What is really floating around in the back of my mind as I write this is a documentary that I recently watched called…FIN. I watched that movie, and I puzzled and puzzled about what was going on in my own mind whilst watching the movie. Mainly because the movie FIN is damn near an exact echo of the movie Sharkwater.
The movie FIN is not bad, nor is the movie a ripoff of Sharkwater, it just seemed so much like an almost mirror image of the movie Sharkwater that I had trouble figuring out what exactly I was looking at. Made a fewinitialthoughts, but after sleeping on it, I think that if anything, the movie FIN more stirred up the same old thoughts I had about hypocrisy that Sharkwater did. Here, you have two different interests fighting over the control of a resource…sharks. One wants to kill them, the other wants to “save” them. Ultimately, the control over sharks is actually a fight for control of the oceans themselves. This means that the fight for control of the oceans is also a fight for control of everything in oceans, everything above oceans, everything around oceans, and everything below oceans.
This is MINE! No, it's MINE! This is MINE! No, it's MINE! Etc., Etc.
And now that we have that out of the way, we can now focus on some of the minutiae of the hypocrisies of this fight. In order for Rob Stewart to make his film, he is going to have to utilize astronomical amounts of material that likely had its origins in the ocean. Maybe even came from harvesting sharks. I remember thinking exactly this upon my first viewing of Sharkwater years ago. The ironies of using the ocean(s) and things taken from it/them, as vehicles to “save” the ocean(s). FIN does this exact same thing, although the ironies and hypocrisies are perhaps a tad more glaring in FIN.
Here you have a guy who is more or less in the mainstream movie making industry, relies heavily upon the cosmetics and/or chemical industry to ply their trade, and yet here they are damning the shark trade for providing the very materials needed for the manufacture of cosmetics. Excuse me…they are damning “the illegal shark trade”. Meaning, they are damning those who are not part of the guild and/or not operating according to its charter. We humans seem to so want and desire to get it right, but we’re so nested in doing it wrong and still coming out on top, that all we can do is dream and aspire to doing it right.
We settle.
^AC/DC – Back In Black (Official Video)^
Ever notice what happens in nature when something sends out a distress call? It usually ain’t pretty.
lolz
Just about everyone in the whole fucking jungle shows up…EXCEPT…for anyone who might actually can help you. Oh sure, they can help put you out of your misery, but that’s about it. That’s the only remedy on the agenda. Something cried out for help, and they wound up on the menu instead of getting the help they wanted. Gotta wonder if this is one of nature’s ways of reducing suffering. You cry for help, and SOMETHING is likely gonna show up. Might be help, more likely to be harm, but you will be seen to.
Any possibility, that a lesson, might actually devour you? That in order for you to advance, the perception may be that you are actually going backwards? Maybe even that you are gaining nothing, and losing everything? Well, if you’ve not thought of it before, maybe you can think about it now. Food for thought.
Heh.
^SAMSARA – Hot for Teacher (Van Halen Cover)^
Medicine is all about taking some thing’s or someone else’s power. That’s actually where this “missive” started. Thinking about the idea of medicine being a power which someone else possesses, that you can take away. Or maybe even a something you can receive if it is given.
But as you can likely tell, some time has passed and I decided to interject some of “the older stuff” and some of “the newer stuff” at the top of the writing instead of the bottom. Or, perhaps you did not notice that. Perhaps you read top to bottom and think that it is chronological. Welp, most of the time that is true, but not always, and not in this case. Sometimes I sit down and write some shiz, but when I come back to add to it, it seems more pertinent to put the new shiz at the top. Or maybe even inject it somewhere in the middle. Not that I spend a lot of time editing this stuff, because I don’t…
that's Roob's job.
These thing are written for her, and me editing them diminishes the point of this little enterprise. I write, she edits. It could be argued that the more difficult I make things for her, the more of her medicine or power I am taking. But what I was really thinking about was this scene in the movie Dances With Wolves when the locals are having this sit down discussing the stranger, and the character Kicking Bird pipes up about this loner at the fort…
“…when I see one white man alone and without fear in our country, I do not think he is lost. I think he may have medicine.”
OK, so, say that he does indeed “have medicine”…now what? Someone has some something, are your intentions to borrow some? Get them to teach you how to make it? Steal it from them? Take them in and just bask in it? I guess when we establish that someone has a something we desire, only time will tell what actions we take and why we take them.
^The White Stripes – Fell In Love With A Girl (Official Music Video)^
Confused emotions.
I wrote that several days ago, but cannot recall exactly where I was going with it.
Confused emotions.
Musta been going somewhere with it, but the thought is gone.
Confused emotions.
The idea that a more or less typical response is actually tied to an atypical feeling.
Confused emotions.
Sympathy generates anger.
Confused emotions.
Fear generates happiness.
Confused emotions.
Joy generates revulsion.
Confused emotions.
Why are they supposedly so straightforward and clear-cut.
Confused emotions.
Surely these things can sometimes mix and match.
Confused emotions.
Perhaps even some times a seemingly confused something is actually the proper response.
Confused emotions.
Perhaps I'm just confused.
Confused emotions.
In any case, I forgot what I was originally gonna write.
^Bryan Adams – (Everything I Do) I Do It For You (Official Music Video)^
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Environment Secretary George Eustice says mandatory vaccine passports for nightclubs will encourage young people to get the jab: "Many may think it would be worthwhile getting it if it helps them access the things they love."
*Fun fact: there used to be nightclubs in Southend at different times called ‘Rain’ and ‘Storm’… /stubs butt… There’s only one nightclub left now though, called Mojo…*
*That is a fucking big syringe, Clicky, sucking out life force…*
Have a great we kenned, Dear Reader… And have a Song…
No doubt, we’ve had a belter of a start to 2021, what with rampant mutant Covid, stricter lockdowns and a spot of argy-barginess in the capital of the old ex-Blighty colony, across The Pond…
*Clicky, 24 hours is a fucking long time in politics these days… /lights up and smokes…*
… However, we can take a moment to harken back to the halcyon days of 2020 with a missive from the Okie Devil of Text US, which was started before Christmas, but only landed on the LoL doormat yesterday…
*So do I, Clicky, so do I…*
Enjoy! ❤
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Gluten schlaben. Mime namen ist Dr. Spliven DuSchpagh, ant eive ville best skriptenscribbling for Hare Cade todazengrabben. Cade dus unt spracken sea Germaniac. Zoe, I spracken zoe he noe aint gotta spracken the Dirtch, capisce?
GOTCHA! Heh heh heh…just kidding…it’s me…CADE! There is no Dr. Spliven DuSchpagh. Just me being a racist bastard in speaking English with a German accent…in text. Wait…is “German” a race? Or are Germans just more of the same white fuckers who just so happen to speak their own language.
Q: Are Germans a race.
Answers...we need them.
I need to know if I am an anti-Germite.
^Deadmau5 – Soma [played by Deadmau5]^
“Lick” is right in the big middle of “complicated”.
If you never noticed that before, you have now.
You're welcome.
^Deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get Whatever (MosDam remix) HQ^
Fuck love. You fuckers can’t even “like” someone, let alone love them, so give the “love will save the world” bullshit a rest, k? Get back to me when you figure out how to unconditionally like someone, or maybe even understandsomeone…then maybe we can explore the love angle(s). Until then, yeah, STFU with this love bullshit.
^Benny Benassi – Love Is Gonna Save Us HQ^
That which guides you.
Lets think about it.
That, which guides you, in this life.
Can a certain brand of aftershave or a certain perfume guide your life?
Yeah, I don’t think a certain brand of aftershave or a certain perfume can guide your life either. But just for shits and giggles, let’s us further explore the topic since it would appear that neither of us have anything better to do.
Q: If you don’t smell a certain way, how does this affect your attitude?
A: ? … !!!
More than that, how can certain unpleasant or even pleasant smells alter your schedule. You were gonna catch the 6:20 showing of a movie, but now you gotta take a shower and get freshened up, and the next showing isn’t until 8:40. You need to be in bed by 10:00, but now it’s possible you won’t be in bed until just before midnight. You gotta be up at 6:00am, so that short night’s sleep is gonna effect your whole day tomorrow. All this because of…a smell?
Hrm.
Q: Who says I need to smell a certain way?
A: ó¿ó
Let’s look deeper.
^Boris Brejcha – Sometimes Things Get Complicated^
According to this article, these are the 10 largest cosmetic companies in the world.
Just to be thorough, let’s us check and see if there is a top list, and see if there are any big and/or recognizable names that might be missing from that first list.
Lotta differences between that first list and the second list. Anyway, here’s why I’m primarily interested in various cosmetics companies of the world.
Most child sexual abuse gangs made up of white men, Home Office report says.
Study of England, Scotland and Wales dispels myth of ‘Asian grooming gangs’ popularised by far right.
Let me help you out @pritipatel since the useless Home Office deliberately screwed up this long-awaited report. The rapists are virtually all Pakistani muslims. You’re welcome. https://t.co/GMQCKxJVxB
Now…the question is, how do I, describe to you, how I wound up at 12:24 in the morning reading about a man who died in North Carolina back in May of 2020. Further, how do I explain to you why I kept going, step after step, until there were so many “syncy” things that I had to stop digging.
A: I just do.
I strap in, commit myself to telling the tale, and then I take the time tell it.
I don’t whale it.
I don’t flail it.
I don’t sell it.
I tell it.
^Paranormal investigations the fun, danger and stories with Sam Hundley Hauntings.^
You know that party you were invited to? Yeah, the one where you knew absolutely no one who was gonna be at this party? Maybe you kinda sorta knew the person who invited you, but everyone else…nah, you didn’t know a single…fucking…soul. You wrestled and wrangled as to whether you should go or not. What should I wear? Who are these people? What are they like? Do we have anything at all in common? What should I be prepared to talk about? Should I contact the person who invited me and ask if I can drag someone along with me so I don’t feel so isolated and alone? Do I really want to put one of my friends through this same potentially awful experience? Why in the hell am I even doing this?!?!?!??
https://t.co/Z1otkPx927 Let's not forget when this happened. I'm asking "Them" for another "display" . Location of "Their" choice 👽☺️
— scienceisreligion – Carl Anderson (@carland27488094) December 21, 2020
You had an experience that maybe you didn’t fully understand. Oh sure, at the time, it made perfect sense. Over time tho, those naysayers and disbelievers, and especially those who have not had a similar experience are gonna drag you down. Some of the very people who SHOULD believe you are gonna be skeptical, and they may even be doing so for their own selfish or maybe even nefarious means because they don’t want anyone eclipsing them. You may even start to wonder to yourself if this experience ever even happened, because no one seems to believe you, and as such, you wanna experience it again. You may even wanna drag someone along with you so that you can go “SEE! SEE!!! I TOLD YOU SO!!!” I get it. I really do get it.
Get it? 😉
^Chris Brown & Benny Benassi – Beautiful People^
As I explained in my replies, I see the “DO IT AGAIN!!!” or “DO IT AGAIN, AND I”LL BELIEVE!” modalities of thinking as being dangerous. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen mention of someone wanting to have a subsequent experience, and in fact, it’s quite a common thing in the paranormal realms. Big Foot hunters, Ghost Hunters, Nessie watchers, UFO chasers, you name it. And if you wanna relate these a little better, you could even put people like Robert Koch and Louis Pasteur to Marie Curie, Max Plank and Peter Higgs in similar categories because they too were chasing phantoms. Hell, the Apostle Paul, Daniel, Samuel,Ursula Kemp, Hermes Trismegistus, Nostradamus, Carl Jung, Dr. Ruth Westheimer…all of them chasing phantoms of one sort or another. Common themes there…belief. Repeatable stuff. Gotta have that subsequent something in order to seal the deal.
Just what we need in 2020…an inability to replicate a more or less concrete and solid something.
^Afrojack ft Eva Simons – ‘Take Over Control’ (Extended Mix)^
Anyone else notice that Frozone rode a white horse?
Lemme back up.
First, you will have needed to have seen the movie The Incredibles and/or be familiar with the movie and its characters. In this movie, there is a character named Frozone (Lucius Best), and the character is voiced by Samuel L. Jackson. This morning I got to thinking about “the big fucking deal with skin color”, and it got me to thinking about both representation and symbolism. Started off by me thinking about this little “check mark” that one can obtain on Twitter. “Verified” I think it is called, many people seem to want this little check mark quite badly, but it appears to me that this Twitter Verified nonsense mainly related to influencers, celebrities, famous business folk, and government/official types. The influencers seem to be the lot that are most grasping for this verified status because I guess it will help them turn the ether into gold for them personally.
Digress-ish.
^Odyssey – Going Back To My Roots^
As I was thinking about this verified nonsense, and people scrambling to receive a mark so that they can be part of the club, a line from the movie The Incredibles popped into my head…
“And when everyone’s super…no one will be.”
– Syndrome
If everyone is “verified”, no one will be. What popped into my head next was, “Wait, was Frozone the only person of a non-white color in that film?” Then it occurred to me…
FROZONE…RODE…A WHITE HORSE
Ice. Frozone rode ice. Ice is white.
Sure there are exceptions in the real world, but in the film, pretty sure that Frozone’s ice bridges that he slid around on were all white. Also…Frozone? Fro…Zone? How the fuck did Disney get away with naming a “black” character a name that starts with…
Was it a nod to “Fro Power” maybe? Anyway, I’m getting off track.
Q: Is a “black” entity’s power diminished by riding a white horse?
A: Increased?
Maybe there’s no effect at all. Or maybe I’m just being naive?
/shrug
^Deadmau5 + Kaskade – Move For Me [Extended Mix] (1080p) || HD^
Hold the pickles…hold the lettuce.
Special orders…don’t upset us.
All we ask is that you let us serve it your way.
Have it yourrrrrr way.
Have it your way
Have it yourrrrr way…at Burger King.
You may not be old enough to remember that commercial/jingle. But I have a question for you…
Q: Is the Burger King Corporation liable for damages to me because I have that stupid thing stuck in my head, its been in there for most of my life, and there is no fucking way to get it out?
A: ???
Seriously…I was not at the age of consent when Burger King started pumping that shit into my head. Was just blissfully unaware. Me being new to the planet and all, I was under the impression that advertising was just part of the world and the people behind all this stuff were good people with good intentions simply letting me know that they had a burger joint and would sell me a burger if I was hungry. I had no idea that they were really trying to worm their way into my head in such a way that they’d be a permanent fixture in my psyche forever and ever. What do I get out of this long term agreement that I did not knowingly nor willingly participate in? Worse still, I can’t talk about it without further infecting others with the same goddamn disease/ailment.
What a weird world, eh?
^Tiësto feat. Tegan and Sara – Feel It In My Bones^
HI! It’s now December 27th. I started this missive on December 14 , but there’s been so much going on that I haven’t had a chance to write any more.
In a bid for world domination, Nation A attacks Nation B.
Later, Nation A claims that it only attacked Nation B, because Nation B actually attacked Nation A first. Or maybe Nation B was threatening Nation A in such a way as to cause Nation A to defend itself. In essence, Nation A was merely defending itself.
Ever heard this bullshit before?
Yeah? No? What about the “world domination” bit? Ever heard of a group or nation wanting to dominate the world?
Yeah? No?
I guess one of the better questions you might ask yourself is how you are going to react/respond to a group/nation storming into your hood and taking over. It is going to happen. Might also wanna ask yourself how you wanna deal with this certainty. Might wanna preempt. Just sayin’.
The storm is coming. You can either endure it, or be it.
jmo
^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix)^
HEY! It’s now January 7th of 2021! Happy New Year you pack of fucking losers, scumbags, douchebags, etc.!
❤
Let us think about evolution, and mutation. In this instance, we are gonna listen to two different songs by the same dude, and we are gonna add in two remixes of these same songs by two different artists.
2 songs by one artist.
2 remixes of these two songs, by two different artists.
Clear? Cool.
What I’m wondering is, what is the difference between evolution and mutation.
Is mutation obvious because a more or less definitive source exists?
Is evolution obvious because a more or less definitive source does not exist?
^Benny Benassi ft. Gary Go – Cinema (Official Video HD)^
The edge of the Universe is right here. Yes…right here, right now, right in front of you.
Q: Can you reach it?
A: ¿¿¿
Doesn’t matter what it is. If you are aware of it, and cannot reach it, its right in front of you.
Inaccessibility expands.
Accessibility contracts.
All this time, you’ve been standing on the edge of nothingness, and didn’t even know it.
^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^
People have existed on this planet for a very long time. We mingle. We interact. Some of us even get laid occasionally. Yet suddenly, if you don’t avoid everyone else, and if you don’t stay indoors 24/7, we’re all of us …gonna …be …ded.
DEAD!
No one wants to be dead.
Ded si dab!
^Benny Benassi – I Am Not Drunk^
Here’s the last one…a remix of I Am Not Drunk by Bloody Beetroots. We have had two songs by Benny Benassi…Cinema, and I Am Not Drunk; one remix by Skrillex, one remix by Bloody Beetroots.
Q: Where is the evolutionary something, and where is/are the mutation(s)?
A: …?...
May your 2021 be nCoV-2019 free, and I hope all your dreams come true.
Now...fuck off.
Oh wait…before you fuck off, maybe give a little thought to who is pumping what into your head, and why. That shit is there forever afterall. Even if you forget it, there is a void there where the something was, but is now “gone”. So yeah, there is an effect. There are effects. Sight(s), sound(s), smell(s), feel(z)…others are leading you around via a lotta different methods whether you realize it or not. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?
Now…you can feel free to fuck the fuck off.
Have a great weekend.
^Benny Benassi – I Am Not Drunk (The Bloody Beetroot Remix)^
Apols! I’ve been away from the LoL, Dear Reader, busy writing a short story for Underdog Anthology XII. Fortunately Clicky has been holding the fort, hopefully keeping you suitable entertained with his CLICK5 posts…
*That reminds me… /drags… I’ve still gotta mutilate Percy Bysshe Shelley for the Afterword… /smokes contentedly… ‘Aussie Madness’ seems more than fitting…*
*There will indeed by a full, blue moon on ‘alloween, Clicky… /winks…*
… If I can get my arse into gear…
*You think I should write an ‘arry story, Clicky? …/flicks ash… About wot?*
Of course once the submission deadline for UAXII has passed, Dear Reader, I’ll be back with more shamble posts and hopefully some missives from Text US buddie, the Okie Devil himself, Cade Fon Apollyon. If you’ve been wondering what he’s been up to, Cade has a fantastic series of posts at his gaff exploring pareidolia…
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 its 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 its 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 😉
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 thatwhen 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.
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.
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 NO…FUCKING…WAY that I could POSSIBLY be dumped with a task of this magnitude, and it andI 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.
*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 MRSREGN – pronounced Rain/Rein/Reign – and Cade has very kindly offered to play along. So until then, Dear Reader… Have a Song ❤
“a pet or tame animal,” especially a lamb, late 15c., often used in reference to young animals abandoned by their mothers and brought up by hand; of unknown origin. Meaning “spoiled or over-indulged child” is from 1877. Also as a verb, “to rear by hand or tenderly,” and an adjective (late 15c.).
… the Okie Devil of Text Us sent through a wonderful birthday missive to me, Dear Reader. Chocked with music, images, humour and humility, I am happy to share it with you, below…
*Aye! …/lights up… There’s a couple of Wiki Wavy Walls in there for you too, Clicky… /drags…*
*******
!!!!! - ! -HBD ROOBEEFUCKINGDOO- ! - !!!!!
OK, so, it’s a day early. Today is Thursday May 51st of 8210, and I started writing this latest piece of shit yesterday. But I’ve almost finished it, gonna send it over to her soon, and she’ll post it whenever she does. Pretty sad that this is the best that I can do with respect to giving her a gift, but, it’s all I have to give. So in order to turn this away from me a bit, let’s get back to Roob, and let’s now celebrate and bask in her sunshine.
*Clicky! …/makes shushing gesture… Pipe down…*
DATELINE: May 25th, 1918. RooBeeDoo was born on the southern slope of Mount Vesuvius in Northern Canuckistan, some time between the hours of 00:00 and 23:59.
Wait…
Vesuvius isn't located in Canada...
is it?
Does Canada even have volcanoes? If not, why not? I wonder if there are any countries that would be willing to loan Canada one of their volcanoes. Anyway, I dunno if she was born on the side of a volcano or not, but I think she’s pretty cool
😉
HBD Young Lady.
❤
^The Seekers – Georgy Girl (1967 – Stereo)^
I has question or so that needs asking/answering…
Q: Do I need to spend the entirety of my life worrying about A) where the power is, and B) who has it?
A: ?¿?
Says who?
^This Is Why They NEVER Told You About THIS! It`s Called UFO For A Reason! (2018)^
I’d go to one of these. Prolly for the socializing more than anything.
But thinking in terms of “the higher self”, can we think about practicality for a second?
If some future me showed up in the now, all-knowing and full of smarts about all kinds of things, and I wanted to observe myself in the now blundering around all lost…
Q: What’s the difference between then and now?
A: ???
I see no difference. I think that I know it all now, and I’ll think that I know it all then…so doesn’t that create this paradoxical “banging your head against the wall” type situation? Why would I tell myself, not to be myself.
Seems...destructive.
Almost like, the more my future self told me, the more that future self would start to get it wrong. I would assume that my future self would begin to change as I changed, and eventually, neither of us would exist. Like some weird resonance trying to find itself within an otherwise structured chorus. Of course, this assumes some linear structuring within time.
Which...no evidence at ALL for that, eh?
Just thinking that at some point, a future self and past self would be equally lost when encountering each other at a single point in time.
^Muzzy – Play (ft. UK:ID)^
America was once called the land of opportunity. A land flowing with milk and honey, and virtually limitless resources. A place where infinite infinities abound. Many have stood and marveled in awe at this land…
and yet...
we appear to be having an identity crisis? Too much of what we don’t want, and not enough of what we do want?
Q: Isn’t that the same thing?
A: ???
Either way, sounds like a lot.
^Utah Lake-Carp Removal^
Now…what in the motherfucking fuckberries is THIS shit all about?
Tonight, been watching some videos of the more arcane mechanics of The Universe. Namely, drains. Plumbing. Pipes and piping. The things that cause these drains to become clogged/stop working, and the people who show up to get them flowing again.
It's a nasty job.
Completely repulsive in many respects. Pee, poo, food, grease, puke, toilet paper, tampons, roaches, rats, and all kinds of creepy-crawlies that you can see, and many creepy-crawlies that you cannot see.
Q: Has anyone taken the time to sit down with Sophia and explain the finer points of human digestion and/or public waterworks?
If you cannot understand the love that it takes, to get your entire body completely immersed in human waste(s), all so that someone else can flush their toilets and run their faucets? Yeah…I think your bots are going to have difficulty understanding a lot of things.
Watching all of these plumbing vids, and seeing swirlies of all kinds, got me to thinking about the two things that one must know in order to be a plumber…
That which has been shat doth not gravitate to the summit of yon beorg. Wages shall be rightly manifested to thee upon the day of Frige.https://t.co/sQ993FG0cV
— Cade FON Apollyon (@CadeFonApollyon) May 24, 2018
Supposedly, that’s all you need to know. I guess the rest, you just have to kinda…
wing it.
^The Monkees ~ The Last Train To Clarksville (HQ)^
I wonder how many “51” references there are in this particular post?
I think there are references to a certain year too.
Can’t be sure tho.
^THE LUYAS ‘Fifty Fifty’ [OFFICIAL VIDEO]^
If you want to see a great example of how legal systems are justified and established?
Look no further.
There's no chance #WHO would abandon the lucrative #con so-called #beatNCDs by which people who are otherwise too poor to pay any taxes are forced to pay more for food "for their own good". It's time to #abolishWHO and convict the cult leaders for their crimes against humanity pic.twitter.com/O8uC1gj5H2
It was the pic that got me. Mainly because this is the first really inflammatory political cartoon that I’ve seen in a very long time. There is no one that this cartoon does not denigrate. It casts all as “poor”. Poor morals, poor timing, poor judgement, poor rationale, poor planning…it just flat don’t give a fuck.
No fucks given.
Not to mention that everyone depicted is looking in, out, or away in some form or fashion. Lots of veils. So what about the cartoonist? This cartoon smacks of an “editor-in-chief” idea. Something some EIC dreamed up, told the cartoonist what they wanted, and the cartoonist drew it. I could be wrong on that.
/shrug
^The Tubes – Talk to Ya Later (HQ)^
What was the business about legal systems being justified/established/created? Welp, calling for the dissolution of an organization, while simultaneously calling for the criminal conviction of it’s members, sounds to me like what Set did to Osiris. Killed him, then convicted his members…sorta. You can draw your own conclusions about that story.
/shrug
But anyway, yeah, same thing…sorta. Killing and chopping up the established and well-formed. Creating chaos out of order, all to make a point. What’s the point? I dunno. Maybe someone was being ignored. Maybe someone was doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Maybe all that and more.
But thinking more in legalistic terms, a war machine seeks enemies to fight. If you are capable of being or becoming ill/diseased, deformed, bent, broken, or anything similar, then yeah, you are an enemy of The WHO.
Not the band, the group.
Confusing thought to ponder, eh? The difference between a group and a band? I guess that’s the difference between war(s) and battle(s). The difference between battle(s) and combat(s). Just seems to me that the very thing the Tweeter was calling for, was the very thing that can and will legitimize the organization and people they want to see destroyed.
Q: What kills the war machine?
A: Nothing kills it. But it will sometimes sit idle and rusty until someone stumbles across it and gives it a shine.
^Magic Bus The Who ( HQ sound )^
It’s suspect – the tweet – calling for dissolution and conviction. But only because you are using the very tools that make the war machine go.
Someone made a tweet recently. I’m paraphrasing the contents, but it was basically…
“I am a complete person, and I don’t need anyone else to make me whole”
…or something like that. I could prolly find the tweet if I wanted, but to what end?
Of course you are complete. There’s nothing wrong with you, and even if there was something wrong with you, it’s prolly nothing that can’t be solved with a topical ointment or some tweezers. Like say…that one weird eyebrow hair that is growing all screwy above your left eye. I can’t stop staring at it.
😉
^Cream – I Feel Free^
OH HEY!!! I attended my first ever Live Stream a coupla nights ago!!!
Some fuck on Twitter tweeted that there was a live stream going on, so, I went. I sat for about an hour, doing something I had never done before, with a bunch of people that I didn’t know, and watching them play a video game that I’d never even heard of. I even hopped on their Discord channel and chatted with them a bit. Being on Discord kinda fucked up the audio of the live stream video, so it took me a second to realize I needed to mute the audio on the video stream, but I figured it out eventually.
Just looked up the channel, and there’s a vid of the stream. It looks like they’d already been streaming for about 23 minutes when I got there, and I doubt you want to watch 3 hours and 23 minutes of a pack of nerds playing a video game, but…here it is if you do.
^Dying Light & Dead by Daylight double stream 23/5/18^
What does it take to create a new category? Does it depend on what we are talking about? Do I even need to know what I am talking about? Or do I only need to know what you are talking about. I’m just sitting here wondering who these people are. Yeah…THOSE people. Who are they? What are they doing in that job? How’d they get it? Who hired them? Who hired them that hired them? How do we uproot these worthless, self-serving, fuckfaces?
What do you do with all these people once you’ve gotten them fired, convicted, or whatever? Public housing? Public employment? Public assistance(s) of all kinds? If that and those are the case(s), wouldn’t it have been better to just have left them where they were?
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…
… 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…*
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?
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.
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.
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?
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.
…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.
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.
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 lotmethinks. Our secret lover.
^Work For Love – Ministry^
SoPi-H – Iteration 01
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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?
“Lick” is right in the big middle of “complicated”.
Hello there.
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.
!!!!! - ! -HBD ROOBEEFUCKINGDOO- ! - !!!!!
The contents appear to be able to speak for themselves.
Let's find some work!
So...where do I start?
Let's go with recent experience to start...
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Library of Libraries 