Missive From ‘Merica: Spirit Chill’n

Well, ’tis done…

*That’s right, Clicky…*

I’ve completed and submitted my second story for the Underdog Anthology Vol. 2

*/rolls eyes…*

Not only that, but we have received a missive from Cade…



How the fuck are ya?

^Garbage – Magnetized^

I was just sitting here thinking…while I’m sitting here doing nothing, I guess I may as well do something.

As I recall…this is a rather popular decision making process among many of my fellow entities residing in gravity.

(NOTE: "Entities Residing In Gravity" are what I refer to as life here on Earth/Terra. Just FYI.)
^Jay Lumen – Babel (Original Mix)^

As of late…I guess I’ve been doing quite a bit of reflecting on the last 5/6 years of this “spiritual journey” that I’ve been on. Because without the 44 years that preceded this particular block of time in time…those 5/6 years or so are meaningless.

Experiences change.

Experience changes.

Weird how that works eh?

^Jay Lumen & Gary Beck – Strange Fruit (Original Mix)^

For those who have ever seen the movie “Contact”…there is a point in the movie where “The Alien” makes the comment…

“This is the way it’s been done for billions of years.”

This statement is made at what I guess movie critics would call “a pivotal point in the film”, to where Jody Foster’s mind appears to be swimming in questions that she wants to ask, but the primary thought she has is regarding the benefit of “others” and the questions they will have. Basically, what she is asking “the alien/aliens”…is for “proof.” But thinking about it now, she’s not asking for the type of proof that we normally think of with respect to proof, she is asking for “something convincing”…something absolute. Nevermind the adventure she and the rest of the planet Earth/Terra has been on that has led to this particular moment, which to many in the film, is already “proof enough.” Because what she wants, and I dare say…”what she needs”…is “something for the hardcore.” A pair of alien space booties or alien space goggles that she can bring back with her, and smack the non-believers and skeptics upside the head with, then hang them in a museum somewhere so others can look at them in wonder.

For me personally…you had me at hello.

That said…erm…”billions of years”, eh?

Ever heard of the concept known as “upgrading?”

I brought some sales samples with me if you are interested.

Here’s my business card…home number is on the back. 😉

^Nic Fanciulli – Movin’ On (Original Mix)^

Thinking about it now, we place a great deal of demands on others with respect to proof and proving. I guess this is prolly why “the military” works so well. Why soldiers tend to be the best representative(s) of what we should and should not be, and when, and why.

What is my logic here?


Especially in a time of war.

And yet…in times of war, they sign up in droves to join the military.


Simple: It needs to be done, and someone has to do it.

Now that we have the simpleton stuff out of the way…

NOW we can talk conspiracy and games.

^Technasia – Heart Of Flesh (Original Mix)^

Back on the “spiritual path”…lolz…erm…I guess this is why “the spirit” is prolly the most ignored thing that we have. As a species, we’re pretty rough on the ol’ spirit. And not just in this so-called modern era of ours. In my reading(s) of history, we as humans seem to always be rough on the spirit. We’re either ignoring our own, or trying to crush someone else’s. No wonder that the spirit is more easily directly related to the ego. I mean…we’re supposed to have spirit at sporting events yeah? We’re supposed to cheer our children on with their shitty macaroni art creating endeavors yeah? And yet…there are places of business that I have worked for that specifically FORBID you from hanging your children’s “macaroni art” in your work area. So…we are talking taste.

LOLZ…talking “taste” with respect to art. Specifically…”macaroni art.”

Now that's funny. 😉

Maybe if I covered my kids’ macaroni art with a Habanero Pesto Sauce, it would be “zesty” enough to be classified as worthy.

But there’s a problem there.

Art via group or proxy must be done as a group or via proxy from inception.

Otherwise…it’s just interference.

Certainly not something I would classify as…al dente. 😀

^Grouplove – “Ways to Go” [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]^

I keep putting off finishing up my packing and boxing, because I’m still waiting on some kind of kind word from whatshername. And when you operate in, and on, the timelines that I operate in and on…you learn patience. But that’s prolly another part of the spirit that many of us ignore. We sure seem to espouse a pride in being impatient. However, it occurs to me that impatience is simply patience on a different timeline. We all have goals, needs and wants…and goddamnit…WE WANT OUR NEEDS AND WANTS GOALS, RIGHT…FUCKING…NOW GODDAMNIT!!! That’s kinda funny eh? Putting up a goddamn “God Dam” right fucking where we need time and times and the blessings of progress, and of the instant gratification variety to FLOW LIKE A FUCKING RIVER AFTER RAINFALL!!! No wonder God is big on “pouring out his blessings.” lolz

All these damn dams we are building.

NOTE: The above silliness is in no way, shape or form, referencing the situation in California.

Stop reading into shit.

Or keep on.


^Drinking Coffee and Getting High^

Let’s get high with the same idiot, around a hole created by something that was high…at some point, then got down on itself.

Q: I wonder how many spirits that crater has lifted?

A: Food for thought.
^Exploring A Meteor Crater From The Air^

So what is the fucking scoop on this Chelsea soccer team? Is that England’s national team or something? Or are they like the UK’s version of The Dallas Cowboys. The Cowboys, at one point anyway, were called “America’s Team.” I guess because you either loved them, or hated them. When I lived in Washington DC, I saw a T-shirt once that read “My favorite two teams are, The Redskins, and anyone playing The Cowboys.” I dunno…I don’t watch sports anymore.

^Half A Person^

Yeah, I can see most of what others see in this “spiritual” realm of craziness. Whether that be religion/religious, magic, magik, magick, majick, alchemy, or whatthefuckever and whatnot.

But my question remains…”And?”

Sorry, but that whole “circle thing” with respect to “casting” really gave me the creeps/freaked me the fuck out. Looks like a goddamn bullseye to me. Granted, the circle is without “the crosshairs”…but in that situation, WHO FUCKING NEEDS CROSSHAIRS?!?!?!? Afterall, you are the only idiot standing in that circle. What…are the gods suddenly confused? Their aim gonna have problems discerning between the knucklehead standing in that circle chanting whatthefuckever they are chanting, and the rest of existence/creation?

Anyway…yeah…that’s kinda what I think about that shit.

SCENARIO:    Some poor asshole cuts you off on your daily drive to work.

You…are a practitioner of Majick or Magick.

When you get home from work that day, you cast a spell on that worthless fuck that causes his children to get cancer and die.

Smart thinkin'.

What could possibly go wrong.

This is why I hate religion.

The concept of religion itself is, to me, beyond description in it’s purpose and beauty.

It’s “pomp and circumstance” and pageantry and ceremony is/are fascinating and beautiful.

However, I have a simple request of my own…and that is, don’t require me to participate.

^Eye – Smashing Pumpkins^

It’s currently 11:11 on Tuesday April 4th of 2017.

Just in case you were wondering.

Just in case you were wandering.

Nothing wrong with either of those.

What in the FUCK am I doing writing about stupid shit like this at 11 o’clock in the morning for.

Prolly just to make egregious grammatical errors.

This is The Internet afterall.

Ere'body's lookin' 4 sumpin.
^Nobody loved you- manic street preachers^

If you could bottle your spirit…what do you think it would look like?

My guess is that it would look exactly like you.

And now we are talking about cloning.

And cloning is bad.

Bad stuff is terrible…so…yeah…no cloning.

Cloning will never work anyway.

Two things cannot occupy the same space, nor can one thing occupy two spaces.

That territory is reserved as best as I can tell.

Can’t create something that already exists.

Not that there isn’t infinite potential with respect to possibility.

But I think that people sometimes forget that “impossibility is possible.”

If you sit and stew on that particular thought for a while, it’ll really cook your macaroni art.

^Voodoo Lady – Ween homemade video^

Speaking of pasta and flying spaghetti monsters…if you take the above pic, and throw a metric fuckton of Angel Hair Pasta on top of this particular animation? Yeah…that’s kinda what “my” curved space model is gonna look like. There is so much fucking energy, and there are so many fucking energies in this here Universe of ours, that you are going to be able to see just about anything you want to see. And that is not to say that it isn’t there…it’s there. Oh yeah…its there, and it doesn’t have jack shit to do with multi-dimensionality with respect to “alternate this” and “alternate that” the way that many interpret these nutty things.

And yet…it’s exactly like that. But you have to keep in mind, that a milestone in our journey/journeys is also a mile-marker. That’s all a milestone is. We don’t “hang up our hat.” We don’t “retire the act.” We just…change. Change direction even. But we keep going. You can roller skate across an entire country standing on your head just to be different…but you are still on the same path that you are on. Maybe that’s where we get it wrong when interpreting the actions and intents of others. Interpretation is an absolute. Interpolation is dynamic. We consider considerations in an ever changing environment.

Think of it like this: God’s Age + Relativity.

God’s Current Age = 13.8+ billion years.

My Current Age = 49+ years

We are equally aged.

X: Close enough. 😉

Coupla things to keep in mind tho…

1) We are talking about “Earth Years” in “Earth Time” with respect to Universal years/time. They are the same, AND…different…all at the same time, AND…at different times.

2) We are as old as we are.

3) We are who we are.

4) We are our experience and experiences. That is not a detraction. There is always…a surplus. 😉

The I that is me.

The me that is we.                                 The we that is me.

The me that is I.

^Underworld – Born Slippy^

I understand “The Horoscope” from a galactic/intergalactic standpoint. At least maybe a base of its base and what it represents. Lotta energy and energies and matter and matters. Lotta motion and motions and time and times. And I see the/a dynamic nature to that static “map” or overlay of sorts. But what I also see…is a fuckton of shit that is omitted. What connects the connections. What connects the connectors. I don’t see “a” veil…I see many veils. I see “the mystery finding you” as well as “you finding the mystery.” Not that I see everything. I mean…hell’s fucking bells…this is ME we are talking about here. I don’t see hardly anything. But I guess maybe that’s why. I see all kinds of shit. But the shit that I see is very easy for me to understand, and very difficult for me to explain/relate. Mainly because, it’s typically a situation that is interrogative in nature. You want answers, you think that I have them, and you want them RIGHT GODDAMN NOW!!! GIMME ANSWERS FUCKFACE!!!


Q: Now what?

A: ¿?¿

Oh…I can’t ask questions, but you can?

Hmmm…that just don’t seem fair.

Meh…whatevz….whadda ya wanna know?

^Alice | Pogo^

To relate, think of The Stock Market. A great example of a reliable static system, that represents an environment of what most would prolly call complete chaos, disorder and unreliability.

Sound familiar?

Yep. I get the feeling that God/The gods never left. They’re creeping around here somewhere. Just gotta keep in mind that “around here somewhere” is a relative term. I quasi-operate in this realm. Or at least, in a realm and realms similar to theirs. I mean, we all do. What I personally call “The Realms of The Seen and The Unseen.” That helps us to better understand (I think and hope anyway) because we are not beings of sight. Or at least, sight alone. We have many senses. It’s when we start naming and numbering them that they lose their importance. Or at least, it seems to detract from the whole. Ironic eh? No wonder the spirit is ignored. It’s shining and soaring, or it isn’t.

^Alex H feat. Mona Moua – There’s No Turning Back (Original Mix)^


Q: Cade, what is this recurring “BOOM” theme of yours? And what is this “Bing->Goes->Bang->Goes->BOOM” business you are always writing at weird times? Are you referring to nuclear fission and/or fusion?

A: “BOOM” = a heartbeat. A heartbeat so big and powerful, that sometimes it feels like my feet are going to explode?

A: Your feet?

Cade: Yes. My feet. May I continue please?

A: <sorry>


Anyway…the Bing->Goes->Bang->Goes->BOOM! bit is indeed about nuclear fission/fusion. BUT, it’s a nested/embedded kinda thing, that includes “The Butterfly Effect” and String Theory. Think: Spiders. Threads. Webs. Safety Nets and Traps.

To relate…I have a question for you…

Q: Do you really ever…want to be in “a safety net?”

A: !!!

Yeah…sounds like you were trapped at some point. Trapped enough to require a net to catch your dumb ass.I mean really…does anyone want a vocation that requires a net? Because if so…you are either catching…or being caught. <me shudders> This is prolly why law enforcement branches and groups appear so self-righteous.

Sorry to get “off-topic”…but everything is connected. At least in some way. Does it really matter how thick or thin the thread is? It does? O RLY?!?!?

Q: What kind of net/netting are you using, and is it for you?

A: Wait...what? What do you mean..."for me?"

I dunno…don’t you?

You’re the one with the net.

^Swedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child ft. John Martin^

The only thing worse than catching a wild animal in a trap? Yeah…now what?

Q: Who caught who/who has who now?

A: ...
^Pearl jam – better man^

I guess firearms/guns have kinda leveled that playing field a bit. But think of it like this. If “the playing field” was not level to begin with, how in the FUCK did guns/firearms ever get invented in the first place? Did only the stupid ones get eaten, and the smart ones survived to go on an invent a better “.300 Grain Bullet Hyersonic Wooly Mammoth Trap?” That doesn’t make sense. How in the FUCK did only “the smart ones” survive? I mean, if the smart ones survive, and all the dumb ones are dead? Yeah…suddenly…smart is the new dumb. Let’s go find some more shit to fuck up.

Maybe that’s where these genius philosopher fucks arrived at the conclusion that “The smarter and more intelligent a species is, the more violent that species is.”

O RLY?!?!?!?!?

You left a shitload of shit out there pops.

Primarily, the fact that you are a dumbass.

If I smack you over the head with that grandiose book of wisdom you just wrote, does that make mes haz tha supa-smartz brains?

Yeah…yer a dumbass.

BUT! Thanks for the pearls of wisdom anyway.

^Spektralized – Shy^

Maybe I’m wrong here, but maybe the fact that we seem to rely more on the systems our ancestors built, than we rely on the people that built them themselves. And I mean as people…as individuals. Gotta keep this shit contextual. Relative…even. Things develop the way that they do. And we are only allowed a glimpse into our ancestors’ lives. They are not the sum of their parts. Because these “sums” tend to leave some stuff…out.

I had a roommate once who was an Indian/Native American. And when I say Indian, I mean born and raised on an honest-to-God reservation in New York State. He had a plaque that he hung on the wall that contained an old Indian Proverb to the effect of…

“Let me not judge another, until I have walked a mile in his moccasins.”

It’s something that we cannot do. However, we can “walk with” someone.

If you wanna get inside someone’s head?

STEP 1: Shitcan that bullshit idea. It’s impossible.

STEP 2: Get to know yourself and your motives.

STEP 3: Analyse all factors that are driving you to know this other person/entity, and where they originate.

STEP 4: Reflect.

Q: Now what?

A: ...

Sorry, but I cannot give you what I don’t have.

Sorry, but I cannot give you what I can’t give you.

Sorry, but I cannot give you what I have, that is not mine to give.

Other than that, I ain’t got much, but you are welcome to it.

^Junkie XL, Elvis Presley – A Little Less Conversation (Elvis vs JXL)^

There’s all kinds of things that it has been my privilege to be able to teach others to see and experience. Things like…”no matter how big you get with numbers, the sum will never equate to larger than one.”

You really think that God/the gods/The Universe hasn’t wrestled with the concept of creation? With the concept of creation as it relates to originality and uniqueness? Because, I’m quite sure that they have.

Imagine that you are a creator, or even…the creator. You just created something that was so unique and creative and original, that it’s knocked your motherfucking “Size ∞ Sandals” right off your motherfucking feet.

Q: How did I do that?
Q: How is this possible?
Q: How is that possible?
Q: Is this possible?
Q: Did all that shit really just happen?
Q: Who can I ask for assistance in these matters?

Prolly why it’s so easy for us to understand and/or relate better to an “angry” God/god than a caring and loving God/god. I mean, even if you personally don’t have children of your own…you were one once right?

We can all relate to one another.

We can relate to much more than that when and if we try.

That wasn’t such a long walk afterall now was it?

^Miss Kittin – I Beat That Bitch With A Hit^

One step ahead…always.

Well...at least one anyway. 😉

Being “the rabbit” has its advantages.

Fighting, Fucking, Fleeing, Feeding, Finding.

Fucking Fabulous.

^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

I mean…you like being who and what you are right?

Only fair that I be able to like who and what I am too right?

I mean…you aren’t trying to crush my spirit are ya?

Nah…who would do such a thing?

^Pixies – Um Chagga Lagga^

I guess the spirit is kinda important. Kinda like toenails and fingernails are important. Think they aren’t important? Try doing without them. Now how important are they? Yeah…lotta things about life that we deem as a pain in the ass. Nothing wrong with pain. Pain is as important as anything else. Don’t think so? Then why do we have it? Now that you have arrived at your own personal answer…go ask “A Leper” how important pain is. Or maybe even, ask someone who has lived in so much pain during their life, that they stopped feeling entirely, and didn’t even realize it. I mean really, how do you know when you stop feeling. It’s not like you can feel anything. Quite the concept to ponder eh?

Hypoxia (Medical)

As a pilot in an unpressurized aircraft at altitude, we run the risk of suffering from oxygen deficiency when operating above certain altitudes for certain periods of time. Therefore, there are rules in place that dictate, when operating above “X” altitude for “X” amount of time or longer, you must have supplemental oxygen/a supplemental oxygen supply. The problem with altitude induced hypoxia, is that you become “euphoric” and keep telling yourself that everything is OK and/or operate under the assumption that everything is OK. But eventually, you’ll pass-out or lose consciousness. This is prolly why so many climbers have died on Mount Everest. Because even though there is a difference there with respect to the acute nature of altitude change over time over times when talking about climbing in an aircraft vs. climbing on foot, the environment(s) and the result(s) are the same. Ever seen those idiots that climb Everest or other tall mountains? They’re dying. Or at least, that is the common understanding. But, the reality is that they are changing. Whether that be changing from life to death, or something else entirely, is irrelevant. I mean…yeah…it’s relevant, in a timely fucking manner types of relevance…but yeah…also irrelevant. Because we are talking change and changes. Don’t like the potential outcome or the way things are going? Descend. Don’t like how things turned out after climbing back down? Ascend. Because all you gotta do is flip either one of those and they are the same fucking thing in a different direction.

Yeah…I think I understand more of this shit than others might think I do.

Just because my particular “special blend” doesn’t jibe with yours, doesn’t make me right and you wrong nor vice versa.

^Pixies – Where Is My Mind? (Music Video)^

That’s why I don’t search for truth. I’m surrounded by the shit. No need to find what you are surrounded by. Maybe some motherfucking housekeeping is in order around here? Sure. No arguments here. But I have to do that part myself.

(Any advice is welcome and appreciated. FYI)
^Pixies – Stormy Weather^

Someone informed me that they fuckin finally finished their motherfucking story that they have been working on. Motherfucking CHEERS are in order here!!!

Congrats to you!

Just in time for Christmas!


Have a song young lady!

^Cocteau Twins: Heaven or Las Vegas (album ver. Video)^

Have a fabulous fucking foosday fuckheads!

^Nine Inch Nails – The Perfect Drug^

OH! And eye have “one for the road.”

^Arcade Fire – Reflektor^


*Still floating on air, Clicky?*

Missive from ‘Merica: ReAR Viewing…

Somebody has read ‘The Underdog Anthology‘.

Sommebody decided to review it.

Sumbody send it to me…

*The need unmet, Clicky? /lights up…*



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!!!

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.
^The Prodigy-Narayan^

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.


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.

^Ida Engberg – Junoverse (Original Mix)^

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.


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.
^Jay Lumen & Gary Beck – Strange Fruit (Original Mix)^

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.
^Ida Engberg – Lucky Ones (Original Mix)^

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.

^Upular | Pogo^

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.
2017.01.29 for 2017.01.28 via 2017.01.29...or something.
^Deadmau5  / Lai [full version]^

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.
^Deadmau5 – Trepid^

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.


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.
^The Reactivitz – Ramble (Jay Lumen Afterlife Remix) [FOOTWORK]^

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.
^Daler Mehndi – Tunak Tunak Tun Video^

Day 00X- Entry “X”: Shhhhhhhhhh………..

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

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

…and to you and yours.

Great read.

2017.01.29 @ 15:59 CST
^The Cure – Primary^


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

*For the next one?*

Missive from ‘Merica: It’s You ‘K, Not Me

Good news, Dear Reader…


The Okie Devil seems to be feel a little better and has sent through a upbeat missive, to help beat away the gloom of a wintry Sunday afternoon…


*That good eh, Click?*



Take em if ya got em.
(just a friendly suggestion)

^Losers – Summertime Rolls (Hybrid Remix)^

Afterall…we all know that only people on drugs think weird stuff.
Nothing unusual or strange about building underground roads, irrespective of where they are.

Q: When is the last time that you saw a road closed, the roadway removed, and the area restored to it previous natural state within natural nature.

A: Never?


^Jane’s Addiction- Summertime Rolls^

This post will not be sexual in nature.
I have a penis that is 13″ long, and 14″ wide.


That said, the rest of my “dimensions”…are irrelevant.
Oh…and have I mentioned?
I go down.
On the right woman anyway.
Q: What woman is “the right woman?”
A: Typically? The one right in front of me.

^The Crystal Method – Busy Child^

Let’s talk about you. I mean…who better to talk about than you? What choo gots on your minds? Elections, erections and reflections? Being all patriotic and upstanding and doing the right thing(s) for the right reason(s) and whatnot? Me too. Nothing better than being right and just and wholesome and pure. Cept of course…remaining right and just and wholesome and pure. Which should be pretty easy for someone who is right and just and wholesome and pure. Especially if you are patriotic. Does this make you a patriot? Or just a patriotic who isn’t able to actually achieve the level a “patriot” because you aren’t able to stoop to the level of bullshit that you must endure in order to become a patriot. Which usually includes becoming a hero. Which means that you prolly had to die. Which means that you had to become a martyr. Which mean you are dead. Unless you aren’t dead. Which…I have no idea what that makes you.

So anyway…tell me about yourself.
What’s going on where you are?
Are you involved in whatever that is?
How’s that workin out for ya?

^Blim and Rennie Pilgrem featuring MC Chickaboo – 2 Freaks^

Communication and communications is something that has been burning my brain for a while. It has also had the effect of burning my entire being. I typically use the typical common parlances when communicating…such as, “burning my brain, for example. If I had said “burning my being”…there are those that might infer, assume or even accuse me of having a romance with self-immolation, which I don’t, but this leads us to a point. And that is, that communications pathways are nothing new, they just to change over time. There is a fascination with the current speed(s) of communication(s), but the speed at which these communications travel are relative to the time and times. In ye olden days, communications that took a day or two by horse and rider were considered blisteringly fast. So now we have to add distance, because to keep things relative, we can now send a communication via land/sea/air and get virtually anywhere in the world in a day or two. I know that if I drop a 1st Class stamped letter in the mail, it’s guaranteed within 3 days anywhere in my country. Or is it 3 to 5 days? Maybe 3rd class is 5 days. Anyway…I don’t mail anything anymore cause I have nothing and no one to mail anything to…so yeah…so now we have cost and cost(s). So we’re aggregating aggregate.

Q: So what am I getting to?

A: There. You wanna read this shit or not?

There was a blurb I read someone over the last couple days regarding “Russian Hackers” uploading child pornography to certain politicians’ computers…and I guess the thought being…that whoever the “target” is, is someone that needs to be gotten rid of by any means.
Not that this concept is anything new. Meaning, an outside source moving “questionable material or information” from one computer to another.

Q: Where is the source?

A: !!!

Yeah…that source.
All of them.
Who makes up this shit?

^Conjure One ft. Sinéad O’Connor – Tears From the Moon (Hybrid’s Twisted on the Terrace Mix)^

Q: When you “devalue” something…how did that something’s value arrive at it’s previous value?

A: ???

What’s that? If I value my life, I’ll shut my fucking piehole and keep it shut?

Q: Did you just devalue my life? Or did I?

A: ¿¿¿

I would simply think that “power” is really just a fuzzy logic type of nomenclature for energy. Weird that it would work out that way, because one would think that it would be the reverse. But I’m also thinking of people’s proclivity to fearing fear or being afraid of being afraid. You can mix and match there at will, but I guess that my rewatching the movie “Young Frankenstein” today has me thinking about terms and terminology with respect to life and endeavors within life or a life. I had posted a vid over at Merovee the other day that was a bunch of video clips of “Close Calls” of all types that had been captured by video cameras. Lotta “nature” and “natural” types of things in that particular video that seem completely irrelevant to the modern life of humans and their machines and pathways. Or at least, until they are. And it really just stung me in my heart…a question…

Q: What in the FUCK are we doing?

A: Keep the “we” in a subjective context when thinking of your own answer.

^John Creamer & Stephane K. – I love you (Hybrid remix)^

There’s really nothing new with respect to tinkering and tampering, so it makes me wonder what the issue is. Assuming there is one. I mean, you can threaten someone the live-long day with doing or bad things to them, but it really doesn’t mean anything except which it does. Waffling between fear and hope is something that I guess could be called leveraging. Why do either? What is it that you are really after? Because even if I don’t know what that is? Yeah…you do. So now, there are TWO things that I don’t know that you want to know. No wonder you don’t trust anyone to “do the right thing.” If you cannot trust, you must not be very trustworthy yourself. At least, not for anyone other than yourself. People ARE allowed to say “no” ya know. I mean, you are…right? Or are you wrong? Right? Whatevz. Sally forth.

^The Crystal Method – Tough Guy^

Hello. Please come in and sit down. I have some things I need to discuss with you. I am not interested in discussing things with you that you are interested in discussing with me. Unless of course, it is in my best interest to discuss it with you. In which case, you must assume that it in our mutual interest(s). I am trying to protect your interests, assuming that it is in my best interests to protect your interests. Which…by the way…what are you interested in?

I personally like fucking.
But enough about me…let’s talk about you.

^Hybrid – Break My Soul – Video^

I have some serious shit to get to.
But before I do that…let me tell you a bit about myself.
I currently only have a penis to offer, as I am broke and unemployed.
It’s kinda small and unimpressive.
So…let’s talk about something or someone else.
The sooner the better.

^Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince – Summertime (Hybrid remix)^

So thinking about encryption and things like ciphers, it seems to me, that the less complex that a cipher is? Yeah…the more difficult to decrypt or “beat” it is. Yep…I’m thinking about number stations again.
What better to use as a cipher?
You guessed it…

…publicly available information.

The “1 to 1” types of ciphers? Yeah…intriguing. Unfortunately? You have no fucking CLUE as to the number(s) of “ones” involved in that equation/those equations. Yeah…motherfucking YIKES!!!
Man…you talk about sending “decryption people” on a wild fucking goose chase? Yeah…that’s the way to do it. Ever since “intelligence work” became “police work”…you fucks have shot yourselves in the fucking foot. Several times even. Maybe carrying an automatic or even semi-automatic pistol isn’t in your best interests. I mean…when you look for something that isn’t there? What adjustments are you making “to make it there?” Simple…create it. Yeah…talk about your nesting and embedding…I can get as creepy as you want. Weird how that works eh? I mean…stooping to such levels so I can navigate your channels.
Southern Cliche: When you are up to your ass in alligators, it’s time to drain the swamp.

Q: What in the FUCK are you doing in a swamp?


Oh…you’re too swamped to give an official reply?

^Hybrid – Higher than a skyscraper (Hybrid twitch and sweat mix)^

So thinking about this “1:1” ratio that has been bandied about here recently…let’s throw a new wrinkle in there…


Not null null…I’m thinking more along the lines of “nothing/nothing”…assuming you can grasp that concept. I’m sure you can, because it’s really quite simple in it’s complexity. What do we use as a model? Simple…Tachyons and Neutrinos. That means…yep…you guess it…Neutrons.

The “tic toc of the clock” of a different order…so to speak.
Yep…a silent one.
Or…silent ones…as it were.
Which ones?
Welp…that’s complicated.
Oh…and let’s go ahead and do the next step as well I guess…
Tic toc.

^Infusion – Legacy (Junkie XL Remix)^

Today, I got to watch an episode of some new series called “Taboo” with Tom Hardy. Someone made the “personal” note to me that Tom Hardy’s dad produced this show or something like that. Which I find weird, because Tome Hardy’s dad also produced Tom Hardy. Weird…
Ironic that the actor who played “the governor” character from the recent “Pirates of the Carribean” series, is NOW playing the head of The East India Trading Company. Anyway, yeah…there was some series on the National Geographic Channel of something like that which had a series called Taboo as well. It was about that weird shit that goes on in Godless parts of the world where devil worshipers who don’t love Jesus or God or anyone else for that matter, do weird shit in public that most of “the civilized world” only does in private. Like this one time? I was fucking my pet goat? And these secret agents came in and came in my goat. Yeah…they fucked my goat. MY GOAT!!! Musta somehow seen an opportunity to be the lecherous bastards they are, and fucked my goat and told me not to tell anyone…otherwise…they would tell on me for fucking my goat.
Buncha fucking two-timing, double-dealing, backstabbing bastards.

NOTE: I do not own a goat, nor would I fuck it if I did "own" a goat.


Yeah…I know what’s comin’.

Q: Do you?

A: (not askin’…just sayin’)

You really need to ask yourself the following question…

Q: What if?

A: Oh yeah!


^The Crystal Method Murder^

It’s currently 02:22 in the morning, and I’ve been up since 12:30. It’s cold outside. No wind, drizzly/misting with heavy fog. Quiet. Peaceful. Beautiful. Still. Calm. The halos around the street lights, and the glow of the natural gas plant lights just up the road are tolerable tonight because of the fog. Which is weird, because on a clear night? The lights are almost intolerable. They create a haze that is blinding. I’d rather stare at the sun when its out, than see the dark lighted with electrical lighting. All of the different types of lights and lighting and shading and intensities and etc., even tho they are all electrically powered…just seem to be stepping all over each other and making it damn near impossible to see at night. Now how fucking weird is that? Difficulty seeing at night, because of all the goddamn lights. So much for standards eh?

^The Crystal Method – Blowout^

In the pic above…

Q: What is left out?

A: Everything else.

Say what?

Q: Where did that DNA come from?

A: And where is that “come from” now in relation to the DNA strand?

So…if you order you up a “designer baby” from Dr. DNA…

Q: Who is being left out?

A: Yeah…that one.

I mean…what happens when you order yourself up a baby with brown hair and blue eyes, and when it gets here, it has brown eyes and blue hair? Are you committed to raising that little punk rockin emo kid as a punk rockin emo kid? Because even tho you are gonna prolly save a SHITLOAD of money on hair dyes in the future, you know that the kid is gonna have to spend a lot of time at comicons and Star Trek conventions and anime conventions. Weird that an unconventional kid would suddenly be destined to spend their lives at conventions eh? Anyway…yeah…”baby” and “kid” and “child” and shit like that? At what point do they become a person? A human being even? OH! When they are old enough to become their own person? And who is gonna handle THAT “training period?” You? What about all of the genetics shit that you took the liberty of tinkering with? You didn’t get what you wanted…and even if you did?…what happens when you don’t? You gonna kick and scream and throw a fit like some spoiled little brat?
Great plan.
Let’s run with it.

^Sarah MacLachlan – Fear (Hybrids Super Collider Mix)^

I guess the best and most logical method of “proving” that aliens exist?
Easy…make one.
Yeah…I’m suggesting that you create one.
Out of thin air? I don’t give a shit what kind of air you use.
I would suggest staying away from the swamp gas tho.
Apparently, alligators live there, and you may have an overpopulation issue.
You may even find that the “population problem” includes a certain recent addition member of the current populous. (yeah…you)
I mean…you found your guy right?
You just didn’t find what you thought you were gonna find.
You found something else entirely.
Good luck.

^Mind Games – Sinead O’Connor^

Oh…I’m sorry…did you not wanna talk about this shit? Or did you? Or…”do you”…contextually, might be better phrased. Cause you KNOW that all we do is shit. (Additional “O” intentionally averted/omitted) So yeah…let’s keep talking about this shit. Sure, sure…this conversation is a bit…”one-way”…if you will. But that’s kinda what happens sometimes. The conversation is all one way and one way only and lopsided and me me me or you you you or whatever whatever whatever…and we all know what happens when shit is repeated in threes right? Yeah…CHANTING!!! And chanting is BAD!!! And BAD is EVIL!!! And EVIL is NO GODDAMN GOOD MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

^Mind Games with Lyrics John Lennon High Quality Audio (Blue Ray)^

I guess with some of the reading that I have done over the last week, I’m a little more all over the fucking place than usual, because I really hate it when I see things that I don’t understand. But more than that, I hate things that I DO understand, and suddenly have all kinds of questions. I also hate it when someone suddenly becomes too-busy to talk about whatever in the fuck they are talking about. So, I play every side of the fence that I can think of. I guess some would say that there is a problem with comprehension there. That if I am not well versed enough in a certain subject that my ignorance is my enemy, and whatever I have to say is invalid. Fair enough. But that’s a damn vague way of simply saying SHUT THE FUCK UP N00B!!! to someone who just poked you right in your weak-spot. I guess that’s why and how this secrecy business is, or can be, so fucking destructive. The more you hide, the more that you have to hide. And the more that you hide, the less that remains hidden. Weird how that works eh? But it’s kinda like “the concept of dividing by zero”…which some say is impossible. But that’s not correct. Zero can be divided just like any other number. But it has the effect of creating a pointer that is VERY visible to “the unseen in the seen” as I call it. Being mindful of those who do not have the same sense of sight that some of us do, I don’t like calling it “being seen” or “the seen” or “the unseen” on that premise alone. I don’t like to deprecate those that are already qualified as deprecated or “less-than the average.” It’s weird how “the less than” suddenly becomes “the more than” in that situation eh? Even moreso that it is more visible than the visible.
The blind are more visible than those who can see.

^Static-X – Love Dump [mephisto odyssey remix]^

Lotta pics in this whathaveyou. I wonder how many there are?
So let’s ask ourselves a question…

Q: What is the number of basic shapes?

A: Zero (0).

There are no “basic shapes.” There are shapes that take shape, when and where they take shape.

Ya Savvy?

Yes. I impolitely steal bandwidth and use images without proper authorization or consent from the authorizing disconsenters of privately owned publicly available whatever. I make millions of billions of mega-dollars off of this heinous bullshit. And I will soon take a vacation to Spain to visit one of the ancient Atlantean civilizations known as Atlantis. Yes. There was/is more than one. You may have even seen it, and not even known it. Under those circumstances…does it matter what the name is? I just wanna go back to the old country one more time before I leave then come back and visit it again later.

^Foetus – I’ll Meet You In Poland Baby^

I wonder where that “wobble” originates?
I wonder where that “wobble” originated?
I wonder where those “wobbles” originate?
I wonder where those “wobbles” originated?
I wonder when those “wobbles” originated?
I wonder when those “wobbles” originate?
I wonder when that “wobble” originated?
I wonder when that “wobble” originates?

^Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel – Lust For Death^

If I take the time to comment on something that someone has written, is it worthy of a response simply because I took the time? Or is the content more important? This one seems pretty simple. And it is.
I’ll shutup.

^Ministry – “Flashback” (Official Music Video)^
Bearing (Navigation) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bearing_(navigation)
Bearing (Mechanical) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bearing_(mechanical)
Ball Bearing – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_bearing
Radial – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radial
Axial – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Axial
Load – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Load
Load-Bearing Wall (Redirected from Non-loadbearing) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Load-bearing_wall
Loading – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loading
Loaded – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loaded
Cylinder – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cylinder
Master Cylinder – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_cylinder
Pressure – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pressure
Hydraulics – (Redirected from Hydraulic pressure) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydraulics
Cylindrical Coordinate System – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cylindrical_coordinate_system
Eccentricity (Mathematics) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eccentricity_(mathematics)
Ruled Surface – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruled_surface
Paraboloid (Redirected from Hyperbolic paraboloid) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paraboloid
Degenerate Conic – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Degenerate_conic
Irreducible Component (Redirected from Irreducible variety) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irreducible_component
Casus Irreducibilis – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casus_irreducibilis
Parabola – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parabola
Parabolic – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parabolic
Vibration – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vibration
Decay – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decay
Distance Decay – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Distance_decay
Convex Function – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Convex_function
Bubble – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble
Nitrogen – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nitrogen
Pollutant – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pollutant
Optical Decay – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Optical_decay
Quantum Decoherence – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_decoherence
Bone – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bone
Interference Geodesic Level – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interference_geodesic_level
Geodesic – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geodesic
Super Bubble – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Bubble
Tree – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tree
Cut – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cut
Divide – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divide
Interference (Wave Propagation) – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interference_(wave_propagation)
Interference – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interference
Waves – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waves

/me waves
Howdy! 🙂

^Alice | Pogo^

Logbook – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logbook
Travel – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travel
Stanchion – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanchion

Can’t be afraid of what you don’t know you should be afraid of…right?

Q: Is there anything in life that I should NOT seek to be afraid of?

A: !!!

Or should I just let that fear come to me “naturally?”

^Deluxe – Mr Chicken^

El trece es mi número de la suerte.


Foetus – I Hate You All – Damp (2006)


*Well he’s definitely sounding perkier, Clicky… /relaxes… Fairly warms the heart…*


*Oh really, Clicky!*