Missive From Merica: All Fall (Oops!) & Oh My!-Gate

Today’s Missive From ‘Merica, Dear Reader, is a kinda follow up to a previous one…

*Uh huh… that LoL post, Clicky! What a pain in the posterior post that turned out to be… /rubs forehead… The images still won’t settle!*

… Cade drew some equations that he sees in his head for the ‘MFM: Sophie Sounds Like SoPi’ post…

*Cute, butt you said that already, Clicky…*

… And a further depiction of an equation that he turned into a gif, to imbue it with a sense of movement…

*Knot for him, gno… /rolls eyes… Right then, Clicky, I’m gonna head off to the end, you stick to Dear Reader… And no misbehaving… /arches eyebrow…*

Sew… have fun, Dear Reader. Catch you at the bottom ❤

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Hi.

Resignation syndrome: Sweden’s mystery illness

How are you?

Why opioids are such an American problem

Everything OK with you?

JFK assassination: Questions that won’t go away

That's good. Glad to hear it.

China lawyer recounts torture under Xi’s ‘war on law’

Anything you wanna talk about?

Indian restaurant fighting for women’s rights with food

No?

Climbing frame or anti-terror device?

That's OK. I'll do all the talking.

Bloodhound: Numbers of the beast

If that's OK with you.

How Western civilisation could collapse

I'll try to focus on being upbeat and happy. Positive-thinking only.

Nasa’s ambitious plan to save Earth from a supervolcano

Now…this is just me…but isn’t that last one kinda…erm…akin to saving someone from themselves?

What will they think of next.

So much for my being upbeat, happy and/or positive, eh?

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^

I’ve got so much on my mind, that I don’t really have much to say. That said, I’ll keep writing, and we’ll see how and where this goes.

I stared at a blank page for almost 3 hours, and couldn’t think of where or how to start. Typically, I just sit down, and whatever comes out, comes out. But this one is a shade different. There are some things to get to, and I’ve got a fairly narrow timeline in which to get to them. That makes me uncomfortable. Much like the whole “you only get one chance to make a good first impression” kinds of thinking.

I mean, if that’s the case, why bother? Who am I trying to make an impression on, and why? Am I surrendering all rights in doing so? Not that I have a problem with being subservient, because under the right conditions I have no problem with that. But how many people can I bow to, where the courtesy is not returned, before I break?

I guess we'll see when we get there, eh?
^Solarity – Terminal 6 (Original Mix)^

Something else that is on my mind, was the previous “whatever turned Missive” was, according to Roob, my longest yet. Not that I doubt her….I, in fact, don’t doubt her.

This particular whatever that I am currently writing tho…feels…longer. I’m only on my third paragraph, in my head I’m tumbling over the things I want to get to, and it just feels really fucking long. Maybe that’s because I already am aware of the massive amounts of shit that I am going to have to omit. Aggregate of the massive kind(s).

That gets me to thinking about the whatchacallit forums. They’ve been down for coming up on a year now, and I’ve been thinking about the few people that I got to speak with there.

Where are they?

What are they up to?

Are they OK?

How did they handle the forums going down?

Not like they had much choice in the matter, but I think about all the crap that I read. All the crap that I didn’t get to read. All of the crap that never got written, that I also didn’t get to read. Meh…you know what they say…

Even A Stopped Clock Is Right Twice A Day.

Oh wait…I got a better one…

Don’t Judge A Book That Isn’t There By It’s Cover That Is Also Mysteriously Absent.

^Dinka – Road To Perdition^

Whatshername has made Taco Soup. Imma go eat some.

BRB
^Nitrous Oxide – Show Me^

K…that was three hours ago that I went for soup, and I’m just now starting to type again. I can feel the disappointment and anguish within you. The longing. The confusion. The other stuff that is there…I can feel it too. It’s coursing through your veins like snot from your nose on a cold day…seeking to quell it’s yearning for a nearby tissue. I am very adept at feeling these feelings you are feeling.

I know them well. 

Oh…and the soup wasn’t bad. A shade weak, and she never uses enough corn, but still tasty and quite palatable.

^Knife Party ‘Micropenis’^
And here...is what is happening in the world of Cade...

On Monday, Whatshername popped her head in my door, and mentioned that she had news regarding the hot water leak.

Whatshername: I have news regarding the hot water leak.

Cade: Do tell.

Whatshername: The owner called me, and she let me know that insurance has denied her claim.

Cade: Unpossible. Say it ain’t so.

Whatshername: Yeah…hard to believe, but its got to be done, so she is going to have to pay for it out of her own pocket.

Cade: That sucks for all involved. Sorry.

Whatshername: She’s calling tomorrow to schedule the plumbers, and she’ll let me know when they are going to be here to start actually searching for the leak.

Cade: I’ll try and make myself scarce.

So Tuesday rolls around…and…

Whatshername: They’ll be here on Friday at noon.

Cade: Okie dokie. I’ll try and make myself scarce.

And that’s that. Tomorrow is Friday, as it is currently 21:15 on Thursday October 26th. I was gonna disconnect my computer and clean tomorrow anyway…so…yeah….everything works out as it does, when it does, how it does.

I’ve already procured the vacuum cleaner and a broom/dustpan combo, a coupla loads of laundry, and I’ll be free to do any final digging and arranging in the closet on Saturday. I’m thinking about taking most of the clothes in garbage bags to The Goodwill for a shade more extra space in there. The more room I can leave, the less likely she is to throw the remainder away.

Sorry...just...thinking out loud.
^Knife Party – ‘Power Glove’ – OUT NOW^

In other news…I was able to login to GMail on my cellphone that isn’t mine.

Not real sure what to do now.

I guess I’ll just keep not responding to the glut of email I don’t get.

Now I just gotta see if I can work up the courage to login to Twitter.

I’m sure that the 8 people who follow my shenanigans will be thrilled.

^Deadmau5 – Overdraft^

I’ve described these “Omega Gates” in my bullshit before, but I’ve only ever used textual representations to describe how they work.

EXA: .Ω

EXB: Ω.

Yeah….pretty lame. A particle “boops” in and around the gate in order to avoid whatever the gate surrounds, giving the appearance that a particle has simultaneously appeared in two places at the same time, and/or vanished completely in one place and appeared in another.

Like a bent straw, that should immediately make most think about wormholes, but that’s not necessarily what I am talking about here. There’s going to be two primary particles that facilitate this gate’s creation, its opening, sustaining the gate, closing the gate, then destroying it.

Any number of particles and/or energies in various states may pass through the gate once open. But you’ll need to keep in mind that these energies and particles/matter and whatever else, have been coalescing for a long time, so there is a chance here to get a shade lost if we are looking for only one thing.

^Alex H – Blood Moon (Original Mix) sunsetmelodies^

So now we can split our Neutrino, which is actually two different particles in the same state and/or different states at the same time, especially when being acted on by a Tachyon. With respect to the Neutrino:

1. The inertia, kinetic energy, energy and whatall else…is going to go around, and the mass will go through.

2. The inertia, kinetic energy, energy and whatall else…is going to go through, and the mass will go around.

That’s an oversimplification due to what the Tachyon does on the other side, because we don’t know what that is until it actually happens. Our Tachyon may have been sitting there for 1 second, or it may have been sitting there for 10,000 years…we simply don’t know until it starts to gain enough mass, and by that time, it appears that our Tachyon came from somewhere it shouldn’t have.

Such as…our Tachyon appearing that it came from somewhen, and not so much somewhere. Both are going to be true, or at least, can be. There’s more to it than that…but I’m trying to be mindful of Roob and her needs….so yeah…let’s move on.

^ZENI – Breathe^

Our Neutrino has now split, and our Tachyon is going to make it’s presence known here and there. Both parts of our Neutrino are going to have much/many of the characteristics of each other, depending on what is going where and when.

Don’t want to confuse you at this point, but our Alpha Loop may or may not be there. It may also appear suddenly and vanish as quickly. If you think about our loop as a way of better managing time, energy and matter, it may not be so confusing when you see how it may sometimes appear to stretch time and matter, and may sometimes appear to crunch time and matter.

Not so much as a pressure relief valve, nor even a capacitor….but rather as an accompanying system that is as much a part of that system as anything else. Why build one, when you can have two at zero the price?

^Alpha 9 – Come Home [Full – HD]^

As you may have guessed, our Neutrino is going to appear to be at two different places at the same time, and will most likely sometimes appear as two completely different particles, and sometimes the exact same particle in two places at the same time.

Don’t forget our Tachyon on the other end, and it may not seem so confusing when I suggest that all three of these particles are actually always the same particle…they just operate in different times and places, in different ways, all at the same time…and sometimes at different times, all at the same time.

^Sebastian Weikum – There She Is (Original Mix)^

To make that thought not such a stretch, and to hopefully help it make more sense, think of these three particles less like inorganic matter, and more like something that matters…like people, for example. Let’s make them time-travelers.

Tachyon-C is “Person A” @ age 30

Neutrino-AB is “Person A” @ age 40

Neutrino-BA is “Person A” @ age 50

Q: At what point would we need to make such a distinction?

A: An event, at that time, in time, that included this person.

Not such a stretch when you think about it really, but I can already see the credibility wheels turning, and the question(s) of mortality/immortailty oozing out of your ears.

Q: What is the most aged thing that you have personally seen?

A: ?¿?

Q: What percentage of the age of this whatever, have you actually spent, with this whatever it is?

A: ¿?¿

EX: You find something that is 10,000,000 years old. How much of that 10,000,000 years did you spend with that something? How much of that time have you spent with that, or any other something? I’m betting not much, and I’m in the same boat, but I am trying to understand it.

It, being, time.
^Sebastian Weikum – Shout! (Original Mix)^

 

It’s at this point, that our Neutrino is going to assume many/most of the properties of our Tachyon, but our Tachyon is already long since gone. Well…in relativistic terms…yeah…long gone. Our Tachyon may have only covered an equal and opposite distance to our Neutrino, or it may have spent the equivalent of the next and/or last 6 months covering massive distances in a myriad of galaxies, or even just bopping around our own solar system.

Why do 1 thing, when you have the time to do 20?

Why do 20 things, when you have the time to focus on 1?

Why do 1 or even 20, when you don’t have to do any?

^Deadmau5 – Cyclic Redundancy^

From an engineering standpoint, I can’t see such thinking being a stretch. The only exception would be certain models that require a certain something, be the exact same way, every single time, for all time. Dunno bout choo…but that sounds dangerous.

^Disciples – On My Mind (Official Video)^

Coupla iterations of my Alpha L∞P.
^Roald Velden – Around The World (Original Mix)^

Coupla iterations of iterations on my Alpha L∞P.
^Boo Bass | Pogo^

Alpha Loops can fold, and they can fold many times in many different ways.

I’ve yet to encounter an Omega Gate that can, in and of itself, fold.

Omega Gates can bend and warp and stretch and straighten any number of ways, but I’ve yet to figure out if they can fold, or even if they would ever need to, seeing as how they are typically always entangled with at least one end of an Alpha Loop.

I’m just thinking now, why stretch when you can fold, and vice versa.

Still working on it thinking about it.

^Rezz – Voice in the Wall^

To relate a shade more as to what can appear where, and what can revolve about what and where, here’s a coupla more A0G8s where the Alpha Loop is actually inverted/appears above the Omega Gate instead of “below” it.

Gotta keep in mind that these shapes are merely architectural pathways that facilitation motion, energy, matter, etc., and the movement of these things contextually, to where and when they need to go. The matter and energy and whathaveyou is equally important in constructing/creating these pathways and where.

Think energy preservation, information retention, less destructive pathways that are “naturally occurring”…and maybe these concepts will also not be as much of a stretch.

^Soulwax – Is It Always Binary^

I’ve prolly added enough images to completely discourage Roob forever, so I’m gonna end this one here. But I think what I might do, is keep writing/write another one, because I kinda still feel like writing a bit. I dunno. We’ll see what Roob has to say, then go from there.

^The Peppers – Hot Caramel (Soulwax Remix)^
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😉

cYacFa

^Klaxons – Gravity’s Rainbow (Soulwax Remix)^

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*So that’s your considered answer to Cade’s question, Clicky?*

*Oh for gawd’s sake… Behave! …/averts eyes… Well, let’s hope he’s able to send another before he hits the road…*

Until next time, Dear Reader… Have a Song 😉

Missive from ‘Merica: ReAR Viewing…

Somebody has read ‘The Underdog Anthology‘.

Sommebody decided to review it.

Sumbody send it to me…

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*The need unmet, Clicky? /lights up…*

 

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The Purple Ship

Ship’s Credo

Speak Truth…Along The Long Road In Which You Must Travel.”
Seek Truth…Along The Long Road In Which You Must Travel.”
Speak/Seek Truth…In Your Long Logbook of Travels.”
^Alice | Pogo^
CAPTAIN’S LOG: Cade FON Apollyon – Commanding-ish
Captain’s Primary Responsibility/Responsibilities: Chief Chef-Cook & Bottle Washer/Janitor/Crew Morale
MISSION: Read A Fucking Book. No…not a fucking book about fucking. This is a fucking book, that may or may not have fucking in it, but that is irrelevant…unless it’s a hot fuck scene. But…yeah…whatevz…I’m trying to read/review a book for a fucking friend/friends I don’t even fucking know. Just…whatevz. READ!!!

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Day 001: OK…lemme give this watered down limey lemon some sugar.

And before you ask…no. I do not work for either of the companies that make the sodas known as 7-Up, nor Sprite, Mountain Dew, nor any other “lemon-lime” flavored beverage(s).

I’m just some asshole Okie from Texas who is writing a goddamn book review on some book that some limey chick sent me. K? Got that? Fucking GREAT! Let’s keep going.

The book is called “First Volume.” What a bunch of pretentious pricks. They are so fucking CERTAIN that this piece of shit is not only worth buying and reading, but down the road…there are going to be EVEN MORE ITERATIONS/VERSIONS of this limey lemon piece of shit. If I would have known what was in store for me by reading this piece of shit book, I would have opened the fucking package with a flamethrower instead of a switchblade.

WHEW!!! Was that good for you? OK, now that I’ve gotten my own pretentious prick bullshit out of the way…on with the review.

OK…not yet. Because I’ve only started reading the book, and I’m only on the 5th story. BUT! I had to go ahead and start my review, because I sat out on the back porch in the sunshine this afternoon and finally started reading this book that someone was so thoughtful as to send me a copy of…free of charge. So, I decided that I wanted to write a review of the book. Why? Well…it’s the least I can do. I was sent a free book from someone unknown-ish…for reasons unknown, outside of a random act of kindness. And this particular book is a book of short stories, which is right up my fucking alley. I fucking LOVE short stories.

Captain's NOTE: 

Someday make a list of short stories that made me love short stories.
-cFa
2017.01.26
^The Prodigy-Narayan^

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Day 002 – Entry “A”: The late-January NorthTexas sun is still far to the South as it transverses the afternoon sky in a rainbow-esque parabolic trajectory in the midday to late afternoon hours. This has the effect of some stunning sunrises and sunsets…with purples, reds and maroons that would seem almost un-Earthly were it not for the fact that I am indeed on the planet Earth/Terra.

The old sailing adage of…

“Red Sky in the morning? Sailor take warning.
“Red sky at night? Sailor’s delight.”

                                                                     …almost becomes irrelevant, as the only thing that distinguishes the sunset and the sunrise, is the human invention known as “the clock.” Plus…I’m motherfucking 500 miles from the nearest water-based ocean…so…yeah…or something.

Such a strange world with strange peoples that would invent such a strange thing as “the clock” in a strange Universe of uncalcuable/incalculable time and times…weird.

Anyway…

Yeah…I wound up finishing the 5th story in the book, and starting the 6th story, when the Sun/Sol’s steady gaze in the cloudless sky, beckoned me to gently lay the book on the hard concrete patio where I had been sitting/reading, lay my fat ass down, and take a nap in the mid-afternoon sunshine.

So…I did just that. Slept for about an hour or so, with the sun warming my fat ugly ass as I slept. What is the pertinence? Welp…the outside ambient air-temperature was/is only about 45°F/7.2°C…which with the afternoon winds/wind gusts…is quite chilly. Nevermind the fact that I am wearing a thin cotton T-Shirt, rayon shorts, my toboggan hat, my glasses, and nothing else. The sun is hot irrespective of air temperature. It warms my entire being as I sleep. Cool breaths of wind remind my body of the time within time and times, as the sun marches on across the big blue cloudless sky. I drift in and out of sleep on the warm concrete below me.

I dream.

Pillows? Blankets? I need not these things, as the sun and wind and their motions work in tandem to keep me both warm and cool in the endless black of the light.

I estimate that I read for about 15 minutes, then slept for about 1.5 hours on the hard cement. Upon waking, my left arm refused to operate normally for a while to remind me of the concept known as life withing the construct of mortality within the construct(s) known as mortality/immorality.

Glorious.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Ida Engberg – Junoverse (Original Mix)^

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Day 002 – Entry “B”: Time = 20:49 PM – My father peeks at me through a portal within the purple band of “the rainbow”…where the rainbows meet….color to color…and similar and same, to similar and same. Just…letting me know that he is there. Both watching me, and watching out for me. It is difficult to explain the “else” within the realm of “the seen.” For “the unseen” is unseen. Except in those rare occasions when the need(s) arise where a crossing and communication between realms becomes necessary, for whatever reason and/or reasons. I do not know. For it is not my job “to know”…until, if, and when, it is my job to know. My “job”…is to be underway. A seeker. A traveler. Mobile.

Restless.

Yes…there is such a thing as “an immovable object.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an upstoppable force.”
Yes…there is such a thing as “an unstoppable force within an immovable object.”

These things I can take on faith, for I have seen them.

WAIT!!! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a moment there sparky!!!

Q: You have “seen” these things…but you still take them on faith?

A: Yes.

We are talking about the “mechanics of”…yes? Which means that we are talking about “the mechanics of the mechanics.”

Q: How much more simple can things get?

A: This is for you to know and/or find out….on your own.

It is not my place to tell you.
I can only assist and/or help whenever and wherever I can.
I cannot tell you what is what, or when or what to do where.
That…would violate freedom and freedom of choice.

Knowing…it’s a hell of a thing within a heavenly realm.

Communication and communication is all we really have. It’s the very foundation of the foundations of the concept known as relationships and relating. The Creator…is always busy. Sounds…familiar…eh?

I cower. I digress. I stand.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Jay Lumen & Gary Beck – Strange Fruit (Original Mix)^

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Day 003- Entry “A” via Day 002: Tomorrow…it’s here. Not really…because it’s 22:02 PM on Friday January 27rdth of 2017. I’m just going ahead and getting ready for tomorrow’s reading, by writing just a tad bit more about…what I have not yet read. Afterall…the story that I am currently reading (6th story) is more on “my territory” kinds of grounds with respect to locale, because it deals with “The European” and “New Native American(s)” dealing/dealings with “The New Old Native America” and it’s “Old Native Americans”…both new and old.

This is gonna be a tough read. Because I am a “new” Native American that just so happens to have “old” Native American blood coursing through my veins. But I have to temper these feelings with the fact(s) that

A) I was not there, and…

B) I was not there, and…

X: I am here.

Those who were there, were there. I am here. Which means that I am here, and there, all at the same time, and “there” is a little more “flexible” in my thinking and thought processes…because I see a simulataneousness of “there” being past…and “there” being future…all from right here in the present.

Sterling (Cigarette)
Hmmm....menthol. Interesting.
-cFa
2017.01.27
^Ida Engberg – Lucky Ones (Original Mix)^

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Day 003- Entry “B” via Day 003: Tomorrow…it’s here. Officially. Today is actually here and the actual official date reflects that fact/these facts as of this day/date of Saturday January 28-teenth, 2017 AD/CE/WE.

AD = Anno Domini

Anno Domini

CE = Common Era

Common Era

WE = What The Fuck Ever

Whatever (Slang)
And here it is.

The Big Moment!

The Moment That Nobody Has Been Waiting For!

It’s “officially”… Day 003, so I can officially start reading again. I just completed a repost of some old shit over at my blog from 2016.11.15, which just ALSO happens to be…someone I know’s birthday. But…enough about me…I gotta get back to the book.

I must…get…back… …to that…book!!!

OH! And…

Captain’s NOTE: Personal note here, to also remember to write that fucking instruction manual for operation of “The Purple Ship.” Which I guess means I also need to write a maintenance manual. But we must have that instruction manual. Prolly should call it “Operation Manual” and/or “Operations Manual” or “Operating Manual” or something like that. Or…I could just write all of those, because we are prolly gonna need them all at some point and or various points at some …point…or points or whatever. What’s the point? I dunno. We’ll find out when we get there.

Now all I need is a crew to read it. Meh. With that in mind…I guess the manual(s) can wait.

Onward.
-cFa
2017.01.28
^Upular | Pogo^

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Day 003- Entry “C” via Day 004: It’s Sunday January 29th of 2017. I forgot to remember what I remembered to forget. That was not my intent tho. I tried to remember NOT to forget. Maybe if…I simply try and remember…instead of try to remember not to forget. Before you know it, I’ll be forgetting to remember and not remember not to forget. Kinda like now. Now what was I talking about? I forget.

OH YEAH!!! I meant to write some shit here last night. But I got sidetracked by posting some comments on some dude’s blog about his modeling “global warming” using orbs or bubbles or spheres or something. I dunno if he intended to model global warming…or if that was just some side-effect, or some ancillary discovery in a model that was being built for some other purpose. That would be…ironic…eh? Almost as ironic as me writing a book review about a book that I am reading, and yet, commenting about me commenting about someone’s comments about my comments on some random-assed blog somewhere out there in the great unknown void of nothing and nothingness.

I guess I better get to the now via now, instead of living in the past.

I'm getting past this.
-cFa
2017.01.29 for 2017.01.28 via 2017.01.29...or something.

https://youtu.be/xXwFC7ztVvU

^Deadmau5  / Lai [full version]^

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Day 004- Entry “A”: OK…so…that wasn’t such a long walk. Just down-arrowed a coupla lines…and here we are.

I took my sleeping bag out back yesterday to pad my soft-scrumptious muscular ass against the cement of the patio. The Sun/Sol was ablaze in the cool day keeping me warm, although it was cold enough that I opted for a long sleeve shirt with a short sleeve shirt underneath. Layering? In cold? Yep…it works wonders. Like the tour guide told me when I was in Inari, Finland…

“It’s not cold. You just don’t have the right equipment.”

Anyway…finally made it through the 6th story, and into the 7th story. The 6th story was a tough read. Not because it was long…it was a great read. It’s because of the subject matter. The author did a good job of making the story readable to someone like me. And who exactly IS someone like me you might ask? Um…a Native American…duh?

A mutt. I am that. A Native American Mutt.

Gotta go read some more now. I wanna finish this book by next weekend if I can.

Letters + Letters = Letters.
-cFa
2017.01.29
^Deadmau5 – Trepid^

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Day 004- Entry “B”: I’m gonna try some formatting here real quick. I don’t want to give any spoilers or anything…but well written is well written, and well read is well read. The rest is…subjective.

Local Time = 11:17 CST – I’ve yet to pack it outside to read yet. But I’m about to. I just gotta finish up a few things here, grab the sleeping bag, grab the book, and go sit back down.
Local Time = 11:21 CST – Headed out now. The Sun/Sol is waiting for me. No clouds today. Cept for the lingering ones from yesterday. But those are in my head and elsewhere.
Local Time = 12:49 CST – Halfway point has been passed. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? Sound weird? Yep…I agree. But…the past few years have been…odd. Odd considering my odd life. For the most part, I have taken it in my stride. As I am a firm believer in the now. Meaning…nothing surprises me. Yes…I can be and am surprised…but that’s the weird thing about surprises. At least…in my life anyway. “Weird” and “strange” are “the norm” and even…normal.

This book. Why do I know this? Why do I know these stories? As I read them…they are so…familiar. As if, the stories themselves…I already know. It’s the details and the twists and turns that I have…erm…somehow…forgotten? I don’t know these stories…and yet…I do.

All are familiar.

I guess….that sometimes, similar = similarly same.

I just…lessee…how do I explain this?

Someone is trying very hard…to cushion a fall for me. Yes…a fall that has already happened. But…a fall forgotten via grace. A need to know because of…where we are and why I need to remember these things. Ancient things. Recent things. Things that have not yet even happened within the constructs of normal space and spaces and time and times.

Purpose.

I see more than most think I do.
/I bow

Carry on.

Local Time = 13:54 CST – One of two beers left. I have settled into my “furious reading” mode. I can cover acres of previously wooded territory and absorb every molecule of every word of every thought at a pace that would be considered…erm…”blazing” and/or impossible to most. I can hover over a single word, yet continue to read the line(s) below and the line(s) above at the same time, all while digesting the time and times being portrayed both backwards and forwards at the same time. Some might qualify or classify this ability as “a raging torrent”…but not me. I am calm. I am focused on all and nothing in that raging torrent…and the weather is as if the eye of a storm. I am the eye, I am the storm, I am the all, from right here, right now.

A: Yes…unless no…in which case…maybe.

I ponder the stories read, the stories reading, and the stories to come…all at the same time. And yet, somehow, nothing matters but the here and now. My focus…is mine and mine alone. And yet…all matters…from right here…right now. I am who I am.

Like It Or Not…I am here.

Local Time = 14:55 CST – I miss nothing.
Three stories to go.
Local Time = 15:18 CST – Remember why we are here.
We watch.
Local Time = 15:52 CST – One story left to read.
I think I’ll not read it.

No reason nor reasons…just…not gonna read it.

Fin...for now.
-cFa
2017.01.29
^The Reactivitz – Ramble (Jay Lumen Afterlife Remix) [FOOTWORK]^

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Day 004- Entry “0”: It appears that this entry will not be necessary.

Not yet anyway.

Maybe never.

We’ll see.

But prolly not.

I’m gonna leave that one…for me.

I bow to you all.

Well done...and thanks.
-cFa
2017.01.29

https://youtu.be/vTIIMJ9tUc8

^Daler Mehndi – Tunak Tunak Tun Video^

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Day 00X- Entry “X”: Shhhhhhhhhh………..

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-cFa
2017.01.29
X.X.X

https://youtu.be/W3716hI8lkE

^Watchmen – The Sound of Silence^
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MISSION Review Review: This is for you to review.
:-)

-cFa
2017.01.29
^Deadmau5 / Cyclic Redundancy [full version]^
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Thank you for the book young lady…

…and to you and yours.

Great read.

Onward
<3
cYa
cFa
2017.01.29 @ 15:59 CST
^The Cure – Primary^

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*’Great read’… I think that means he enjoyed it, Clicky…*

*For the next one?*