Missive From ‘Merica: Sho’ Can Awe

Dear Reader, so far this week we’ve had ‘Fire & Fury’…

*Hmm… crossing arms…*

Furiously Fired

…Google unable to handle Damore’s ‘truth’ to Maduro setting up a ‘Truth Commission‘… It is totally Caracas out there, Dear Reader…

A new missive from Cade follows. It’s quite long, so hopefully we won’t all be reduced to vape-or-ASH before you get to the end of it…

…c Ya at the bottom… 😉

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This where this starts. If you are interested in starting somewhere else, feel free to do so at your leisure. I have to start here. Catch ya on the flipside…

wherever that might be/not be.
^Trio Los Panchos – Quizas, quizas, quizas.^

 

8-8 4-30 12-18 11-15 6-20 (fail)
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11-15 3-25 12-20 1-4 3-21 (fail)
  11-15 (failed)
     11-15 3-6 (fail)
  11-15 (failed)
^Happy Mondays – Step On^
Ignore that numerical shit above...it means nothing.

This morning….I got to thinking about change, changes and changing while I was sitting upon the can and relieving my body of poop.

I personally find this scenario “weird” because, I usually think about only two things plus one procedural addition during my own personal process of dumping poop into the splashy porcelain water bowl of doom, that is located in the chamber of ultimate isolation…

(1) getting on,

(2) getting off,

(3) remove clinging particles.

Not that there are not LOADS of membrane processes and/or pressure changes going on there or anything. And not that pressures and pressures changes have any affect on our bodies. So…is it any wonder that people sometimes report thinking about the goddamndest of things while sitting on the shitter and making #2?

This has me now thinking of “normal” and “normalcy” with respect to these pressure changes, which got me to thinking about ergonomics. And yes…ergonomics as it relates to the workplace. I mean…where else does ergonomics play a role in your life but the workplace? It’s not like you have any choice or choices at work…you do what you are told.

^The Charlatans – The Only One I Know^

Been watching a lot of drag racing videos. I spent a lot of time with my nose in drag racing magazines when I was a kid. Lotta things that I haven’t thought of in a long time.

Q: Do you want to know me or not?

A: I dunno either.

Shit like below tho? Yeah…I spent a lot of time hearing about a lot of perspectives about women, and from women, about women. What they never tell you about, is…”a woman”. Guess you gotta find that one yourself.

^LEGENDS: THE SERIES – THE LEGEND OF “JUNGLE PAM” HARDY^

Last Wednesday, whatshername had the pest-control people come out and spray the house. Thursday morning, I wandered out front like I typically do…and there was a dead grass snake in the middle of the walkway. Very small, so it had to be young, but I thought it was just sunning in the morning sunshine, and was going to prod it back into the grass since others that traverse this walkway may not be as mindful about where they walk, and might crush him/her. But it was dead. I then remembered that they had sprayed the previous day, so, yeah…mission accomplished.

😦

I moved the snake to a non-conspicuous area of the grass, and figured something would prolly eat it. But night came, and it was still there. Friday morning came, and it was still there. Friday night came, and it was still there. I mean, not even ants were on it, but then again, why would there be any ants on it…they had just nuked the entire area two days prior. It got me to wondering about these dead-zones that are created by spraying and/or pest control, and just how out of balance these areas are and/or can be.

Saturday morning came. I looked for the snake, but I couldn’t locate it…then…I noticed a BIG goddamn snail right about where the snake should be. I then noticed the snake…or what was left of it. This snail must have sucked the snake completely dry, as all that was left of the snake was it’s skin, which had the appearance of one of those paper wrappers that covers drinking straws. I couldn’t have been watching this snail for more than 15-20 seconds, when it began to retreat. I musta been just in time.

^Fixx – Lowlyfe – Break Beat Temazo^

I’m not sure how to qualify the video below. It’s too awesome for description. I guess it’s one of those “needs to be experienced” kinda things that even then, still defies description. Guess you had to be there.

/me shrugs
^Cuba Feliz – Lagrimas Negras (Lyric added)^

There was an interesting Tweet that came up on the radar after I finished my morning movement.

Musta been the #2 ass-pecked of thinking at the time, but #5 is NOT what caught my attention. There are #2 pics in that Tweet, not #1. So…I hunted down the source of pic #2.

The first line of the first sentence of the first paragraph is what grabbed me.

“Electric or ‘plug-in’ vehicles come in all shapes and sizes with a wide array of technologies making up this sector.”

Man…talk about ME being non-committal.

That sentence is devoid of anything and everything except grammatical rules and spelling accuracy, and my personal incompetency in these areas makes me question the presence/existence of even those. Jesus Christ…talk about a gasp of oppression from whoever had to think that shit up…I’ve never seen a better example. Not that I’ve done any technical writing or anything…but yeah…I’ve done loads of technical writing.

That sentence says “I’ve/We’ve not a fucking clue”…they must be talking about new shit. They may even be talking about new shit that appears outwardly as old shit. I guess these fixed roadway systems and accompanying infrastructures weren’t as liberating and freeing as we thought, eh?

^Stone Roses – Fools Gold(Full Version)^

“To find out more about plug-in vehicles, watch our electric car guide video that explains the different types of electric vehicles and helps you understand how the different fuel technologies can work for you.”

Ugh.

“If you’re interested in learning how to manage your fleet sustainably to save money and reduce emissions, read our fleet management essentials.”

EHGADS!!!

Grant money!!!

WOO HOO!!!

IT’S A GOLDRUSH!!!

^Happy Mondays – Loose Fit (Official Music Video)^

So yeah anyway, fuck electric cars or whatever…I can’t afford a car of any type, shape, size or array of technology type(s). But since LegIron is getting Ultra-Violent with his stove, I can talk about something else. Like…I watched a video last week that shows someone demolishing a barn with 164 lbs of Tannerite.

 (whatever in the fuck Tannerite is)

It appears that you can buy this shit from various places…

…for example.

I have no idea why this particular video came up in my recommended videos, but it did, and I had to wonder why in the FUCK someone would blow up a barn they want to get rid of instead of demolishing it by hand. So…I watched it. Even tho I am a pyrotechnician, I personally HATE things that explode. May seem ironic, but a few up close experiences with these things can certainly change your thinking about them.

Q: Why not hire a 164 lb person to tear your barn down for you?

A: ???
^sugarloaf – green eyed lady^

Bockwurst
Sausage
Sausage Making
Ham
Botulism
Drug Injection
Smoking
Bacon’s Rebellion
Nathaniel Bacon (Virginia Colonist and Rebel)
Dysentery
Consumption
Consumer Protection
Demographic Profile
Hmmm....

WHY BIG DATA IS A SMALL IDEA …

AND WHY YOU SHOULDN’T WORRY SO MUCH

Hmmmmmmm..........
Wikipedia:No Original Research
Research-Forms of Research
Research
Researcher (Disambiguation)
Charles Town Classic
Charles Town, West Virginia
Charleston, West Virginia
Trade
Uber
Super

I’m getting there. Just doing a little light reading. I usually don’t pay attention to much when I am reading. Hence, I don’t learn much. You’re prolly safe.

^Eydie Gorme Y Trio Los Panchos – “Piel Canela”^

I’m not here to tell you what to do or which way to go. Therefore, yeah…much of the shit I write is incomplete and/or full of holes. I write that way on purpose. It’s intentional. By design. I actually put a lot of thought into much of what I include or omit when I’m writing, irrespective of how quickly/slowly I bang this shit out. That leaves room for you to find your own goddamn answers. Not that many people read this shit, but “this shit” does filter down, to and through channels.

Always being mindful of others helps me better express myself, seeing as I have no answers to give and I know that. That said, there are answers to be had, and you can find these answers anywhere and everywhere. Some answers just take an insane amount of time to find. Prolly a good time for some self-evaluation(s) as to modes and methods there, irrespective of the channels that you navigate.

Acceptable...unacceptable...same things at different times.
^Buena Vista Social Club – Candela^

While we are changing topics here…lets talk changes and changing and change and related stuff. Women…for example. How much do you really need to know?

There’s a good chance that any woman you hook up with has prolly been through something called puberty…maybe that rings a bell/you may have already heard of it. There’s also a good chance that this woman has an interest in a concept called “marriage”. Here in The USA, it’s pretty popular/unpopular thing at various times, so I can only assume that it is similarly popular/unpopular worldwide. There are these things called…babies.

(Google it yourself if you don't believe me) 

Women appear to have an interest in these things called babies. There is also this thing called menopause that women go through. You may also need to Google this one. That’s IT! Finito!!! You now know all you need to know/all there is to know about women. That makes “the woman”…and everything else about her…unique. Specific to her and her alone.

Now all you gotta do is figure out what all that shit is. Just keep in mind that she is always learning and growing while you are simultaneously trying to learn all of the existing shit about her. Some choices on your part to be made there. Might wanna be mindful. Just sayin’.

Have fun 🙂
^Blur (The Best Of) – Girls and Boys^

Speaking of Twitter…there was also a pic that came up somewhere, that showed some woman jumping up and down at a sporting event of some kind, and I guess she wasn’t wearing a bra, and someone was lucky enough to capture some photos of her underboob. I ain’t looking that one up…

(ba da ching) 

but it did get me to thinking a bit, and not just about boobs at various angles and/or various states of motion. I mean yeah…breasts and the woman they are attached to is interesting, but there were/are a number of creepy aspects to consider. I can think of a lot of wheels turning that made these particular photos possible, but it makes me feel creepy to think about them, even tho many of these thoughts would prolly be considered by others as being pretty straightforward … tame … even.

EX: This person specifically requesting/hiring a photographer to take pics of her at this event, they sell any interesting photos to interested parties, split the money.

Gotta keep in mind tho, I’m wondering how in the fuck these pics wound up in a publication of any kind. Lotta angles to suddenly consider. Lotta players too.

^Pulp – Common People^

Q: If “pressure within the head” is of utmost importance during times of trauma, why would it not be important all of the time?

A: ¿?¿

We have many membranes within our bodies. Prolly goes without saying that pressure might be important. But what if pressure cannot change according to “standards?” Take an asthmatic, for example. Now take that asthmatic, and put them on a ventilator. The lungs do more than merely inflate. They even do more than just inflate/deflate. Not that I would know.

I mean, if “asthma” is unique enough of a condition to separate it from standard operating procedure, then why wouldn’t the entirety of the individual that has this condition also be unique? Just thinking that many of these standards have become so standard that they are in fact, non-standard. The application portion contextually within the dynamics of changing environment is going to make people’s head swim when they start thinking about it like that. Is it any wonder why the concept of change is so scary? Especially when and if YOU are changing, and no one else is.

Now yer gonna wanna grab onto something, and if something isn’t there to grab onto, yer gonna wanna create something to grab onto yourself. Lot’s to think about there.

^Happy Mondays – Wrote For Luck (Official Music Video)^
Popular Music of Manchester

What really got me to thinking about writing, was tomorrow. I mean, this was yesterday that I was thinking about writing tomorrow, so yesterday’s thinking would have been about two days from yesterday, which is tomorrow today.

Tomorrow today is August 8th…my dad’s birthday. But I think that HIS dad’s birthday was on August 7th or 9th, and dad’s MOM’s birthday was either August 7th or 9th…I can’t remember. But they were all born within 3 days of each other in different years. I think my dad’s only sister may have been in there somewhere as well, or maybe she was nearer my older sister’s birthday. Can’t recall. I just know that a lot of birthdays within my family fall weird. Lotta weird death-days in there as well.

EX: My paternal grandfather died on November 13, and was buried two days later on my birthday…November 15th.

😦

Everyone…and I mean EVERYONE forgot my birthday that year. I have no idea why tho. Musta been something else going on or something.

^PEDRO INFANTE – QUIEN SERA (HD)^

What pushed me over the edge and got me to actually sitting down and writing tho, was a song. Someone pass along that Happy Mondays song…and I was like…

HOLY SHIT!!! THE HAPPY MONDAYS!!!

I had forgotten about them. Not that there isn’t tons of shit that I’ve forgotten about. But why would I actively remember something that falls under the banner of something that was no longer important? Music…in this instance. Especially something that could be considered arcane or fleeting under this banner…The Happy Mondays…for example.

Happy Mondays

Oh…they are called “Happy Mondays”…and not…”The Happy Mondays”.

Lots of bands have struggled with that “The” concept/addition with respect to band names/naming…but I digress.

So yeah…Happy Mondays broke up in 1993…so yeah…kinda fleeting.

^Halie Loren – Sway / Quien sera^

Today is now 8-8. I got sidetracked and stopped writing yesterday. Did some quick Twitter breezing, as there were 36 unread Tweets, and it seems…Google is in the news.

Q: If you give a certain concept a name, does that validate the concept?

A: ???

I ain’t gonna look up this Google story, but it appears that someone got canned by Google.

Seeing as how I was just pondering corporate and corporations right before bed, that gets me to thinking about “guilt” and “guilt-free”…and how these concepts relate to life/a life.

Oh...and HBD Pop.
^¿Quién será?^

Q: If your first reaction/response to an event is “What in the FUCK was that?!?!?” or “No fucking WAY that just happened!!!” or “I can’t BELIEVE that just happened!!!” or something similar, why would that original concept/thought ever change?

A: ? Show ¿ Can ? Awe ¿

Yeah…Shock And Awe, sho’ can awe. So can show.

I think a lot about pretexts and conceptions as it relates to control and controlled, and also with respect to things that are controllable/uncontrollable. Dogs…are a great example. Especially as it relates to the concept of “pet/a pet”…and certainly when cats are thrown into this mix. Lots of assumptions have already been made about cats and/or dogs and their “owners” and the hows and whys as to who chooses what and when.

Q: How many animals are born with the ability to speak, read, write and understand the same language you speak?

A: (hang on to your hats here)

Q: If mathematics is “The Universal Language”…then how come so few people speak it?

A: (?)

Q: What happened to love?

A: (¿)

I would have thought that communication would be “The Universal Language”. Or at least the base/a base for it. Is it what you have to say, or your desire to say it that makes communication important? Or is it, actually saying it/actually communicating it? Or all of the above? Prolly a lot more to consider there. Just sayin’.

😉
^REZZ x Kotek – Ascension^

X: Maybe you should take a break.

Cade: Prolly. I’m kinda lost.

X: Hadn’t noticed.

Cade: Whatever it is, it’s suddenly buzzing around in there somewhere.

X: Can’t grab it tho.

Cade: I wonder sometimes if I’m actually trying to grab it tho. Most of the time, I don’t feel that its something I need to “grasp.” Too much…”now what” that goes along with it.

T: You think that would be any different if your station in life was different?

Cade: Why entertain such thoughts tho? If I’m supposed to be somewhere, that’s where I’ll be.

Z: Took a minute to get here…didn’t it?

For the sake of anyone reading here…I just had quite the gap in thinking. Typically…these “convos” come out fast, and I just write them from top to bottom, never knowing who is gonna say what nor when. But between myself and “Z”, on that last exchange, there was about a one minute gap where I sat at my desk with the wind whistling through my ears. Almost like someone had something to say, but either didn’t know what to say and/or how to say it. Contemplating.

Cade: So…idleness and what that really is.

X: You’ve already jumped the shark. Good show.

Cade: lolz…I guess I did jump the shark there didn’t I? lolz

X: Anyway…

Z: Yeah…anyway…erm…this CFrank Davis dude has been talking about “idleness” lately.

Cade: I’ve not given it much thought since that’s kinda where I operate all the time.

B: Meaning what exactly?

Cade: Meaning, I think a lot.

A: Ain’t no work being done when you ain’t doing nothing but thinking…is that it?

Cade: WOAH!!! Look at who has developed a saucy attitude and/or approach all of a sudden like!!!

A: Thought I’d give it a whirl.

Cade: Nicely done. Well played. ❤

A: 🙂

X: I wanna talk about nothing.

0: Me too.

Cade: rofl…welp…let’s on with it then.

X: Why do you think we ask you so many questions?

Cade: The best way for me to find my own answers is not via my own questions.

X: And why do you think that would be?

Cade: Welp…I fear much of that which much of society seems to deem as mystical.

Z: Gotten any…help…in that regard recently?

Cade: Yep. Mentioned getting some help in those areas to someone else just recently.

T: Anyone in particular?

Cade: Funny that YOU would mention it. 😉

T: Why do you think the thought of some “Egyptian God” would be so traumatising to you personally.

Cade: Mainly, because I was told/taught that it should be traumatizing.

X: Lotta nested thoughts about trauma there as it relates to thinking.

Cade: …

Z: That’s not what you were just thinking.

Cade: No. But I cannot organize every single thought into something tangible, and certainly not on cue or command.

Z: And why is that?

Cade: It doesn’t allow me to custom tailor that response to whoever is asking.

X: Now if anything in this universe ever sounded non-committal and wishy-washy, that previous statement would be right in and amongst such sounds.

Cade: Details only require the slightest bit of attention in order to understand just how important they are.

C: Like a woman’s teeth…or her nose?

Cade: Or whatever.

0: What about Osiris? You never mention him much.

Cade: I’m learning. But I can never really know these entities as individuals, until and unless I can.

X: That’s a tall order.

Cade: /me shrugs

0: You really need to work on that story. Lotta interest being shown for “The Seven Sisters” here and there recently.

Cade: I know. I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit. Just…wanting to represent them correctly/accurately in the story.

X: Not possible.

Cade: Welp…you got that shit right. But I’m gonna try.

B: Maybe you shoulda mentioned more details in the first part of the story.

Cade: And you wonder why I’m having trouble writing this shit?

Z: Not really.

B: 😀

Cade: lolz

Z: 😉

B: 🙂

0: …

^Animal Collective – My Girls (2009)^

If you target a certain area, for the sake of the whole, all while foresaking the whole for the sake of this target area, is it really any wonder that you spend so much time disappointed? The belly/belly-fat…for example. Or cellulite on the legs. That belly is connected to you, and so are those luscious legs of yours. There will be affects in other areas when you make changes. Prolly why certain people are classified as “being addicted” when it comes to getting tattoos or piercings. There’s a symmetry to the body, which means there is a symmetry to the self, and everything else.

Matthew 6 - Verse 3 is of particular note.

There’s a scalar kind of vibe to that thinking with respect to balance. Now, all we need is time. If you work on your belly, then your legs, neck and shoulders are gonna know about it. If you work on your legs, your back is gonna know about it. Prolly why meditation, Yoga and Tai Chi are so popular in certain parts of the world, and why these things are so attractive to other parts of the world that don’t have these things.

Q: Do you REALLY need to do Tai Chi for 3 hours each day in order to be able to sit at a desk and type for 8 hours each day?

A: Only you can answer this.
^ZZ TOP – Got Me Under Pressure^

Even if you find an answer for yourself, I’m still not sure what in the flying fuck that has to do with me. Your answer for you is not applicable to me, unless it is. I wonder if I have any say in this process?

Maise

Maize

A Maze

ZING!!!

Kinda...corny...eh?

Maybe it was corn, and not apples.

Yeah…that fruit…or whatever.

Yeah that one.

Dunno why anyone ever thought it was apples.

If I had to pick, I’d personally pick mushrooms.

^Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) – 1984^

If you are looking for answers from me…let’s start off on the correct foot.

A1: Fuck You.
^FREE RIDE – Edgar Winter Group^

cYa | cFa

^Focus – Hocus Pocus^

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*Interesting…*

giphy4

*Wise words…*

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Ariana 51

The Franks of Red and Blue Universes have posts today conCERNing the dreadful events of last night in Manchester…

Blue Universe
Red Universe

Me? I thought I’d mention the miraculous escape of the ice cream parlour patrons this morning on Southend Seafront

Rossi Crash

*The car is inside of there, Clicky…*

… And the passing of Sir Roger Moore, a poster of whom adorned my bedroom wall when I was but a slip of a girl. Not because he played The Saint or James Bond, but for his role as another Englishman… with an American friend…

*Most evocative theme tune EVAR, Clicky…*

There now follows a new missive from my American friend, Cade, The Okie Devil and Freak Of Nature…

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MEMBRANES!!!

Aaaaight…here’s the dealio.

When you restrict, constrict, inhibit, prohibit, cut-off, or in any other way via any means, limit the function of a membrane…the membrane stops behaving as a membrane and/or as that membrane would/should. So…the question is, does the membrane at some point “regain its normal function”?

Welp, not if the membrane is subjected to the same or similar day in and day out. There’s gonna be some adaptation required there up and down the line over time. Perhaps even mutation to accommodate the change and changes. See how fucked up shit can get real quick like?

Is that clear enough?

Straightforward enough?

Q: What happens when a membrane twists or gets twisted?

A: KNOT!!!


My back “went out” on Sunday when carrying in some water jugs for whatshername. It was a little better today, but I feel the tell-tale pull and pulls going on back there (no pun intended).

I was sitting playing Plants vs Zombies just now, and stretching my back, legs and feet as I usually do while sitting there doing nothing…and the pull in my feet and ankles is incredible. I really wish that I was able to take some decent pics of my feet and ankles to better relate what is going on…but alas…I cannot.

Anyway…I got to thinking about these feet of mine, and how the top 10,000 layers of skin feel about as tough as Alligator skin. Not that I’ve ever petted an Alligator, but I did have one splash water on me while fishing one day.

Anyway…I’ve had some vicious injuries to my feet and legs both internal and external, and was still required to wear shoes and socks because I still had to go to school. Being a stupid kid is no excuse for missing school. But sometimes, I had to really work and endure a lot of pain to get my shoes off, and especially to get my socks off. Typically, the socks were melded to my skin via processes at work to try and repair the abrasions, and had long since dried in some spots. Later, my calves would ooze and my mother would have to literally rip my socks off. I wonder how strong skin is. I wonder how strong the bonds that bind the skin and skin cells to each other are.

I wonder how much longer this paragraph is gonna be.


As I was sitting there tonight, I was doing my usual jumble in my head trying to think of what was pulling where, where it hurt the most, where it hurt the least, and trying to associate these things with injuries that I’ve gotten over time. Not to mention trying to reconcile these injuries with each other over time, as well as any post-trauma injuries that I have sustained from my own body attempting to adjust to the changes in order to keep itself together.

Why do I mention these things? 

Because for the first time in my entire life…I have color in my face and cheeks, and that color is not yellow…its red. My hands have started to do the same over the last year or so…not white, nor yellow, nor white and/or yellow…but pink and red. There is still plenty of whites and yellows in there, but the presence of red and pink, and the ability to move my hands a bit in ways that I have not been able to move them in for some time, instills in me…hope. Hope that I have done some things correctly over the last 10 years of this journey. But more than that…that I can pass some of this on.

DIY->PIO


Yeah…when my pants used to stick to me? That was motherfucking MURDER!!! It only happened a few times…but that was enough. I guess these pant lines at the waist aren’t such a great idea over the long haul afterall, eh? Nevermind having your junk crammed into jeans with a seam that could cut steel running right up the middle of your ballsack and penis. No wonder my balls hang to the fucking floor when I take my jeans off. It’s akin to somehow wearing a shoe on your crotch. I can only imagine what women endure.

😐


I guess I’m still working on the ol’ noggin with respect to the scalp and how some of my head injuries have healed and pulled in relation to other injuries. The head is rough since it’s so hard to see. But I’ve gone through prolly 50 mirrors over the last 5 years trying to figure it out. The head and the back are toughies. And of course…the….erm….”nether regions” that motherfucking NO ONE wants to look at.

I did notice that the “Head and Shoulders” brand of dandruff shampoo that whatshername buys has changed their labeling to read…

“#1 DERM Recommended.”

I guess they couldn’t get both “dermatologist” AND “recommended” in the same space, so they truncated. Or maybe they are taking labeling liberties. Or both/all. I dunno. I don’t use it.


I bet I’ve looked pretty goddamn ridiculous at times, alone in my room with a mirror between my legs, 5 lamps around me, trying to see what in the FUCK is pulling and tugging down there and why. I can’t do anything really about whatever is going on inside of me where I cannot see. But I CAN do something about the outside of me, and work on figuring out how that relates to what is going on inside of me.

And I've done some of that. 

I think fasting and taking care to exercise a little differently than we are told to has helped immensely in this regard. Basically, if it’s an exercise that I would in no way be able to duplicate or would experience in the course of my day to day life? I don’t do it. That means walking, and a shitload of it. That means sitting, and a shitload of it.


Yeah…lots of stretching too, but not in any organized fashion. I’m way too beat up for that, or Yoga or anything event remotely “organized” in some modality for normal people. I’m far beyond that, and that’s OK. I’m still the same ol’ me…just…kinda packaged different. Those 2nd-Degree burns I got on my shoulders that time sure left a lot of huge-assed freckles. I wonder if there was/is any original tissue/tissues in those freckles. As in, some tissue from before/during/after phases of recovery as the blisters swelled and popped and bled.

It’s rough trying to sleep with 2nd-Degree burns on your shoulders and neck. It’s rough trying to sleep with 1st, 2nd & 3rd-Degree burns on your legs, feet, arms and face. I’m lucky that it happened when I was so young. Lots of time for those scars and scarring to stretch and expand and fade as I grew.


I have no idea why I’m using pics from the movie “Army of Darkness” here. But I am. I guess I needed a little “Ash” to perk me up a bit. I feel awful. My spine feels like its doing a tug-of-war with some remote black hole on the other side of the fucking Universe.

I wonder who is "winning."


I weighed myself today.
I weighed 227.2 pounds.
I’m quite dense for a dude that is only 5’11”.
That’s all I got for now.

No music...sorry.


cYacFa

^Dwight Yoakam – “Honky Tonk Man” (Official Music Video)^
^Dwight Yoakam – “Guitars, Cadillacs” (Official Music Video)^
^Violent Femmes – Good Feeling^
^Ministry – Burning Inside (with lyrics)^

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*/Quizzical expression… Butt that’s old news, Clicky…*

trust me sweetheart

*/drawls… Okay…*