Missive From ‘Merica: All Aboard The Prolly Trolley

This may very well be the last missive from my friend Cade, The Okie Devil, for a while… He’s about to embark on a journey West, then North, on foot…

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*Oh gawd! I bloody hope he’s got some shoes, Clicky…*

Clicky and I wish him well, as I’m sure you do too, Dear Reader…

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Let’s say that you are 50 years old.

O wait…

HOWDY!

Let’s say that you are 50 years old, 50 years ago.

No wait…that’s not right.

What is today’s date?

^Loko – Rollercoaster (Original Mix)^


I was just scratching a lump of gooey dirt off of my arm, and got to think about changes in environment and environments over time over times over time.

So...

Over Time = 50 Years

Over Times = Times within that 50 years.

Over Time = Sum of the two PLUS the individual components, all at the same time, over different times within that time.

SO!

50 years = 0 - 50 years = A -> B

"->" = X (times)

A = 0

B = 50

X = (A -> B) + (A + B) + X = X + Y -> Z

X is going to “waffle” between X & 0, as we use “Y” as a placeholder that is representative of the transitional state between X & Z.

X is where we get our crazy notion to “take stock and evaluate” up to the current time, and Y & Z are gonna help us get there by also being backwards iterations of B <- A

None of that makes sense I’m sure. So…I’ll shutup.

Maybe if you think of X and 0 together as our “bullseye” or “X marks the spot”, that’ll help us decide when we decided to make a decision.

EX: You blunder through life, wonder what the fuck you are gonna do…then…suddenly…“I’M GONNA DO THIS!!!”

X via 0

0 = fuzzy logic type of not knowing what to do, but knowing something needs to be done. X is our milestone that coalesces into “AH-HA!”…which gives us “A” starting point via X via 0.

We already knew we needed to do something…”X” = the unknown known.

0 helps us figure that out, by guiding us in a less “direct approach”…kinda like a light that is not so overwhelming.

^Kelis – Bossy (Crookers Remix)^

I guess I’m stumbling around a lot of shit that others have already figured out. But having some thoughts about Pi and it’s application within a 5 dimensional environment, I still think that leaving Pi out of “it’s application/applicability” in a 3-dimensional environment while in motion? Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to understand the “non-repeating decimal portion”…because time is left out.

EX: 3 = 1, . = 0, 1 = 1 = 2, 4 = 1 = IIII = 5.

Add decimals between each of these, 3.1.4, where 3 = 1 = “our circle”, and maybe it’ll be easier to understand when and where this “non-repeating decimal” not only repeats, but does so backwards and catches up to us on the other side of our circle as we draw it.

I mean, there are gonna be all kinds of other shapes that we are going to make both inside and outside of that circle to measure it’s perfection, plus the diameter and radius of the circle we draw itself. So why would there NOT need to be “a missing dimension” that needs to exist in order for use to draw/make our circle?

I would say that the missing dimension itself is something that cannot be described until it has ceased to exist, once our circle is complete. It begins as we start to make our circle, and has already ended wherever that “circle creation process” stops. I think this may be what helps the dumb among the brainiacs, explain and/or understand the creation process itself, as to “when the creation action(s) actually began.” That etheral blankness of gears turning to achieve something, that closes as it opens at the moment that we begin something, we just don’t know what that is until after-the fact.

Start to include the minutae of the negligible, and we’ll prolly better understand how nothing is ever negligible. However, including them for exclusion, is creating an entirely NEW set of negligible, that cannot be accounted for until/if/when encountered. This leads me to believe, that if something is capable of being included for exclusion within this embedded set of sets, you will able to exclude it successfully. However, you prolly need to keep in mind, time and times with respect to iterations.

Monday, Exclusion = Success
Tuesday, Exclusion = Success
Wednesday Exclusion = Failure

Q: What changed?

A: Everything.
^The Crystal Method – Name of the Game (Hybrid’s Blackout in LA Mix)^


So if we have us a street, that was designed and built to last for 50 years, what was excluded?

My thought would be, the 50 years themselves, since those are completely unknown.

If the street starts to fail at 5 years, what was omitted?

If the street is still motherfucking PERFECT at 50 years, and it is decided that this street can prolly last for another 50 years, what has been excluded?

If the street starts to fail at 99 years, what was omitted?

Prolly the motherfuckers that are gonna have to fix it.

Not saying that you won’t still be designing and maintaining streets at the age of 140, but let’s assume that you aren’t.

Yeah…prolly a “welcome to hedging” is applicable here.

^Yello – To The Sea (1997) [HD 1080p]^

I dunno. Maybe this kind of thinking does more harm than good. I’ve just tangled with this thought of “evil traveling in straight lines” concept so much, that’s difficult to describe how I have “tangled with it.” That’s a summation, but so is the origin of the summation itself. It’s applicability within my own life, and how it applies to me, is paramount in such a fuzzy way, that it’s almost as vague as the source that brought it to my attention in the first place.

Almost an egotistical urging from The Universe, that’s “give the kid a ruler, and watch what he does with it.” Meaning, he’ll prolly use it from everything from an imaginary helicopter blade balanced atop a pencil, to a makeshift baseball bat for rocks, but will never use it correctly with respect to its intended purpose. So…”the right tool for the right job” analogy, goes right out the fucking window with respect to necessity and/or need.

All kinds of ways to leverage a lever.

Just don’t pull that metal strip off of the wooden ruler. The metal will curl, and the ruler will warp.

Prolly some other symbolism in there, but that ain’t my bag…so…yeah….whatever.

^Blood Moon ~ Dhruva Aliman^

So if 3.14 becomes 3.1.4 becomes 1.1.1, becomes 10101…erm…now what do we have?

Meh...I dunno either.

Let’s talk about something else.

Pro Tip: Dirt is filthy.

😉
^Crystal Castles – Crimewave^


Reposted some more shit over at “my blog”…and even tho I haven’t been re-reading much of it over the last few weeks, it’s been kinda funny to read the apprehension of my writing during that particular phase of “this divorce whatever” that is now final-ish. Lotta talking to myself, as if I’m whispering to The Universe as to what in the fuck I am going to do, and The Universe kinda whispering back a bunch of jumbled nonsense that equates to little more than “hang in there”…and now seeing myself in pretty much the same boat now almost a year later.

But that’s no real surprise to me, because I’m always in the same boat. It’s just that sometimes the conditions around me change, and sometimes not so much. Sometimes I am the master facilitator of these changes, and sometimes not so much. But it’s always the same ship. It’s always the same path. Paths change, perspectives change, times change, time changes…and sometimes…not so much.

Not that I think that “time” can be figured out in the way(s) that some seem to chase it, but I have to keep even that thought in perspective. I’m only one person afterall, on a big-assed planet in the middle-ish type region of a big-assed Universe. Someone figured time out. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be writing this, and you wouldn’t be reading it. So…yeah…Intelligent Design/Destiny and Evolution/Chaos coexisting in the same system and systems, just not always in the same place nor in the same place at the same time.

If you are on the outside of a dust-devil, where is the chaos?
If you are on the inside of a dust-devil, where is the chaos?

Q: Where would you rather be, and when?

A: Me too.

😉

^Front 242 – Break Me (Female)^

Been digging in the closet of doom today, trying to find some cables for some musical equipment I am giving to my sons. I’m not going to mention the boxes that I had previously packed and sealed, and seems that someone has opened them, because I can’t accurately remember if I for some reason re-opened these boxes that I purposefully sealed and marked as being “MY SHIT THAT IS READY TO GO” or anything like that.

But I digress.

Anyway, found a few cables, but not the two that I am looking for.

Go figure.

^Finitribe – 101 (Intensity Mix)^


Headed towards/to San Diego, and gonna work my way north from there looking for work. Others do it, so…so can I. I figure that there’s gonna be odd jobs that I might be able to do here and there, and hopefully will be able to eventually be able to scrape together enough money to get an apartment and get back on my feet….whatever that means.

I figured that my hands and legs would have completely failed me by now, nevermind my back and the constant worry about “making that one wrong move” that makes me immobile and worthless for months at a time. But I figure that humans have been creeping around this planet for a very long time, and we somehow got here to where we are thanks to these dumb drooling cretins, Luddites and Neanderthals…so…so can I.

I just hope that I don’t become a vagrant or drifter or some other kind of loser. That kinda shit really stands out on your permanent record. Makes it difficult to find work.

^Cabaret Voltaire – Alright^

Digging through these boxes has reminded me that I don’t have much, and what I do have is broken and shitty according to most standards, up to, and including, my own. (lolz) But this big-assed box of power adapters that I have that weighs about 35 metric WHATtheFUCKTONS…kinda made me wonder why in the fuck I keep all this shit for.

And the answer is simple…someone is gonna need it somewhere at some point in time…so…don’t ’86 it. Keep it. You may never use it, but you’ll sure as shit know if you need it and no longer have it. But I’ve always been big on dumpster diving, and not being afraid to look at someone else’s garbage as something potentially useful. Even if it’s something that I personally cannot use, I may know of someone that can.

Ain’t gonna do no one no good sitting in a landfill. Cept for maybe future archaeologists who are gonna prolly wonder something like…“HOLY SHIT!!! IF THEY THREW ALL OF THIS SHIT AWAY…WHAT IN THE FUCK DID THEY KEEP?!?!?!?”

Sounds…mysterious.

I wonder if they’ll solve the mystery?

^Saint Etienne – Who do you think you are^

I’ve decided not to take that tent. Less to carry, and I have no idea where in the fuck I would put it anyway. Camping sites cost money, and do not cater to the homeless. While digging through these boxes, I did find a bag of change I had been saving…so…BONUS!!! At least I’ll have a little pocket money.

So much for hitting the door with only $0.01.

Meh…sorry.

See ya’ll around when and if I do.

^Crookers- My Penny^


Now that we have our 50 year span of time…

A = Year Zero
B = Year 50

Now we need to find “X.”

X = Q: What are the differences between fiberglass airfilters for home airconditioners/heating units, between the years of 1967 and 2017?

A: 0

Wait…What? There have been NO changes in fiberglass airfilters over the span of 50 years?

Welp, I would imagine there have been many changes in those flimsy, nasty-assed things. However, Zero(0) is going to represent our base, of those inestimable variations in manufacturing and use/usage over that span of time…that will lead us to 100% of our answer.

Q: Who are we forgetting “right off the bat” here?

A: Patient Zero.

Afterall, Patient Zero is the entire reason that we are chasing this whatever it is that we are chasing, and we want Patient Zero to be the ONLY patient.

Patient Zero is also Patient One. Soooo…we don’t want no Patient Two.

Maybe patience is the order of the day.

I like them apples myself.

^Planet Jazz- Monster ??!^

In order to better understand this fiberglass that is of concern, we prolly outta think about insulation in houses/housing, since we wouldn’t have an air-conditioner/central heating in a house that was not insulated.

So…we are gonna have two basic types…rolled, and blown. Prolly both in any given house, and prolly both in the attics of these houses, with rolled of various types/thicknesses within the walls themselves. So now we need to think about walls in housing, and how they have changed over the years with respect to load bearing walls vs decorative/supporting walls, and the distance between studs in these walls as the price of materials and labor has increased/decreased over the years. Wall Studs may be 12″ apart, but more likely 16″-18″ and sometimes farther, depending on whether they are “inside walls” or “outside walls.”

So now we gotta think about these inside/outside walls more along the lines of “outside walls in garages” and such, and if these have little to no insulation at all at the time that the house is originally built, and/or is more added/replaced at a later time. Walls do breathe as the temperature changes, nevermind the stresses of the walls themselves along wth the structures that they support/augment.

Yeah…I recall some encounters with fiberglass in my youth.

Its the ones that I couldn’t see that I’m kinda thinking about now, and how these encounters relate to each other.

Just…don’t have anything better to do with my time.

^Medina ft. Lissie – Longest Road (Deadmau5 Remix) – Rare unreleased^


If particulate matter is unimportant and/or negligible…explain “clean rooms.”

If you had to put a child together by hand, would you do so in a “non-clean room?”

I mean, we got here yeah? Irrespective of these jibes about smells, and nastiness, and filth, and on and on, with respect to how we as human “procreate”…we seem to have a shitload of fun doing it…so whats up with all the filth bullshit?

I digress.

Now that we’ve got our custom designed baby, special designed, built, and hand delivered in our clean sterile environments…

Q: Where to now?

A: <gulp>

Yeah…not like that child is a human or anything, that is gonna hopefully grow up healthy and strong with the perfect build, perfect eyes, perfect hair, perfect IQ, and perfect everything else…ready to take on this imperfect world that you’ve created.

I guess the streams kinda crossed there a few times.

^BSOD (Steve Duda), Deadmau5 – Monochrome^

It just seems to me, that if you want the perfect you, what is gonna replace you?

You are the one to do that via you. Not via someone else. It seems that you are including everyone and everything else as something that is …erm…replaceable. Deprecation just needing someone to come along and omit its ass, and that someone is you. And don’t even BEGIN to think that I haven’t thought about this shit…because I haven’t. BUT! I’m planning to get around to it.

^The Subs – Mitsubitchi (Original)^

Yesterday, I was out meandering in the backyard and thinking about ants. What came to mind was that I have not seen the larger large abdomened ants around this area in years. Not like ants and other pests and pestilences are high on our hitlists or anything, but yeah…haven’t seen one of those around here in years. But today? I’ll be GODDAMNED if there wasn’t a fucking large abdomened ant out in the backyard, transversing the bricks around the same time that I was looking for/at the other ants marching around going here and there.

I watched it for a while, and marveled at “the coincidence”…seeing as how these ants are pretty goddamn big and distinguishable from the other small ants. Damn near like wingless-wasps, but they are ants, not wasps. We used to watch them in the springtime when they’d stick their butts up in the air and swirl them around, sometimes extending their stingers that were covered in some kind of fluid. I just figured they were using some aromatic fluid to communicate with other ants.

Which brings me to the RIDICULOUS amounts of bees that I have seen this Spring. SHITLOADS of them. Where have the bees gone? Um…I guess they escaped off of the farms and commercialized colonies that are trucked all over the country year round, and have gone rogue. Yeah…prolly shoulda seen that one comin, eh?

^Renegade Soundwave – Renegade Soundwave (The Leftfield Remix) [1994] HQ HD^


Trying to remember my grandmother’s orchards and vineyards, but am having difficulty doing so. It seems to me that maybe a tornado or storm got ahold of that orchard part, and ripped it to motherfucking shreds. But I could be wrong about that. I only remember the tornadoes dancing (yes, plural) and watching Black Widows and Brown Recluses living in proximity to one another to each’s mutual advantage.

I was WAY too young to remember such things…let alone…remember them properly. Not like they are my eyes/ears/senses/memories are anything. I musta got hit by flying debris or something. Knocked my brain out.

Q: Anyone ever had to shove one of their dislodged sinus cavities back up into their nose with their finger?

A: Yeah...me neither. Freaked me the fuck out.
^Yello – The Expert (Full High Definition Video) Najlepsza Jakość ! Czysty głos!^

I remember the smell of the chemicals sprayed everywhere when I was a kid. Crop-dusters, tractors, and I even remember the “Mosquito Trucks” that used to come around and spray at night. As a matter of fact, just a coupla years ago late one night, I was sitting up on the roof of my house in a lawnchair watching the sky, when a big-assed truck rolled by spraying some shit everywhere, and I then remembered that we had gotten a notice earlier in the week to “stay indoors on this particular night between the hours of X and X because of spraying for West Nile Infected Mosquito”…but I forgot about it.

BLOOOPS!!!!

There’s was a hellava awesome halo in the sky that night prior to the trucks arriving. I was thinking about the Annunaki that night. Weird.

^pendulum – slam^

So this kid has got this fiberglass in his hands, arms, ears, eyes, nose, lungs, mouth, throat, etc…and his body is trying to deal with this shit the best that it can. The itching on his hands is so fucking bad sometimes, that he resorts to endlessly rubbing his hands on his rough-assed bedspread until his hands are bloody. I mean, this is a stupid kid.

Kids dig in their butts and noses (hopefully not in that order) and chase/handle frogs, and wade through nasty assed creeks and ponds collecting tadpoles and cattails, and throw dried cow-patties at other kids, and other nasty shit. Get that fucking kid in the bathtub and clean his ass up, get him in some freshly washed clothes, give him some antibiotics, and get his sick ass into a nice clean bed with nice clean Charlie Brown imprinted bedsheets…STAT!!!

I mean, I feel sorry for that kid who had to endure all that shit with his hands, but not really, because that kid was and is me.

Just don’t want anyone else to suffer through that or similar if they don’t have to.

Is that such a bad thing?

I’m with you…TERRIBLE idea. Let’s think of something else.

^Hot Chip Ready For The Floor (Soulwax Remix)^


The body can and does get clever and creative. I’m sure of it. I guess the question is…what do we do at that point? I dunno either. Let’s hope we get it right.

^Deadmau5 – My Pet Coelacanth (1080p) || HD^

Maybe there is some connection there, with respect to how Asbestos handles heat/electrical charges, how fiberglass handles heat/electrical charges, and the static and dynamic ways that we tend to look at electricity. Prolly gonna be a lot of dirt and other filthy crap on that cheap-flimsy-assed air-filter when we go to change it.

I wonder if that is any kind of indicator as to how we look at some point and points within these domiciles in which we occupy from time to time?

/me shrugs
^Renegade Soundwave – Thunder^


I gots no answers.
I gots no avenues to answers.

“Yes, but…what if we could?”

Dr. Conrad Zimsky/Stanley Tucci
Movie = The Core

^Yello – Pocket Universe – More^

X: You sure about any of that?
Cade: I’m sure I wrote it. Kinda on the fence as to origins as of late.
Z: Why is that?
Cade: Kinda wallering through “The Sea and Seas of Influence and Inspiration” at the moment-ish time.
A: Shouldn’t that have been “The Sea and Seas of Influence of Inspiration”
Cade: Prolly.
0: Why isn’t it?
Cade: I dunno. Just don’t see us as static and unchanging people outside of certain frames of reference.
T: Meaning?
Cade: Yeah…something like that. I can hate the living SHIT out of someone inside, but treat them like any other person when and if dealing with them.
X: How is that possible?
Cade: I dunno. I think that its something that we all do.
0: Any blame there? Any labels applicable in that situation?
Cade: I guess. But that’s kinda “the fluidity of chance and fate” as far as I can tell.
X: Why?
Cade: I don’t live in a vacuum. Inside? Yes…very much so. But that’s the entire concept of “The House of Horrors” and “The Toolbox.” Encounter a puzzling situation, take as much and as many of that encounter as I can into “The House of Horrors”…and hone that experience into something useful for future use.
Z: Isn’t that kinda…Self-Deprecating or Self-Deluding, or some other “Self-Type-Something?”
Cade: I dunno. What isn’t there with respect to “the self” if I’m not involved? Even if it’s “a chance encounter” …”there’s a chance” that I might need that experience and it’s teachings sometime in the future yeah?
A: When and if properly applied….yes.
Cade: I guess that’s the rub eh? “Proper Application” is perspective.
X: Could you hit yourself between the eyes with a hammer?
Cade: From a mechanics/mechanical standpoint…sure…why not?
0: I can think of some reasons.
T: I could think of some reasons to…but I’m not gonna.
Cade: lolz…Yeah…something like that.
Z: So why do you think such a proposal would be “something worthy of pondering?”
Cade: I dunno. Ever seen a picture of someone stabbed 50+ times with a meat fork? Or a picture of a dead woman kneeling on the floor with a coathanger still extended from her vagina?
X: Maybe.
Cade: I don’t always think of “negative things.” I think of many things that I try and coalesce into something good, when and if that opportunity arises.
Z: What about a situation where “something bad” is in order.
Cade: In order? Or on order?
Z: Don’t get smart with me, we are trying to be serious here.
Cade: Touche.
A: Now what?
X: I think there are those that aren’t going to understand your “Touche” there.
Cade: Since when does “a serious situation” need to result in bloodshed of some sort, in order to somehow solidify the seriousness of the situation?
X: It doesn’t.
0: Not always.
T: But sometimes.
Cade: Yeah…but this confounding concept of pursuing peace baffles the living SHIT out of me.
X: Seek peace, but prepare for war?
Cade: What in the FUCK does peace have to do with war or vice verse?
Z:
X:
0:
T:
A:
B: May I inteject here real quick, and suggest that you are suggesting that “being peaceful yourself, will somehow nullify peace and or war as they relate to each other on the global stage and stages?”
Cade: No. I’m suggesting that what we do, is what we do.
X: What about everyone else.
Cade: I’m not everyone else, neither are they me. I am I, and we are we. Those concepts sometimes are relevant, and sometimes not.
Z: You were gonna bring up a certain “cashier at a certain McDonald’s restaurant” encounter that you had several years ago, and the conversation that followed that encounter, that you had with your now Ex-Wife.
Cade: I can’t live anyone else’s life for them. I can only express my desire to neither harm, nor harm.
T: What in the hell does that mean. I think you baffled even me with that one.
Cade: Expect nothing, give everything. I ain’t gonna get specific there. Too fucking preachy sounding.
Z: Welp, I think you about covered it.
X: Yeah, no need to get specific with respect to everything.
Cade: I gots no answers. Not trying to be dodgy or cagey, but yeah…trying to be exactly that/those.
A: Let’s assume that the “impossible is possible”…what would you say to that?
Cade: Sounds entirely possible.
X: And by that you mean…impossibility is possible.
Cade: Yep…happens all the time.
0: Is that even…probable?
Cade: I dunno. Is it possible that “space worms” have invaded my brain.
X: Not much to invade there…so…yeah…prolly not possible.
Cade: lolz…Fair enough. Or touche…or something. lolz…I dunno. I’ve seen some possibilities that I would have never considered, nor even considered contemplating, let alone contemplating these contemplations “out in the open” considering my past.
Z: And why is that?
0: Yeah, why IS that…and what IS your past?
Cade: Welp…that’s difficult to explain here. But scrolling through my reposts over at “my blog?” Yeah…I’ve been just a tad…chatty.
X: You have over 8,000 posts over at that one forum, and you don’t consider that…chatty?!?!?!?
Cade: Well…yeah…that’s pretty chatty. But that forum’s postings are more of an action/reaction type situation, where I occasionally posted “clever quips to be cleaved”…and sometimes but rarely posted “walls of text.”
Z: You got one of your best compliments ever over there didn’t you?
Cade: Yep.
T: And what was that exactly.
Cade: Someone once responded to something that I had written, with…”If you aren’t writing for a living, you are doing the world a disservice.”
X: Stung…didn’t it.
Cade: Yep.
0: Still does?
Cade: Yep.
0: Any idea who said that to you, and any idea if they were trolling you?
Cade: No idea. Be I recall the thread being in some “serious territory” of some kind. So, I assumed that it was serious, but tempered that with “possibility of troll.”
A: Why would someone “troll you” in a serious conversation?
Cade: Newton’s 3rd. That’s the whole concept of trolling with respect to The Internet. A place to say whatever in the fuck that you want, however in the fuck you wanna say it, whyever in the fuck you want to say it…consequences be damned.
Z: Doesn’t sound…healthy.
0: Kinda like the length of this here exchange that we have going on currently.
T: Yeah…when Roob sees this?
X: Prolly gonna shit herself. (no offense meant/intended little lady)
Cade: I dunno…we do what we do I guess. If EVERYTHING on The Internet was a troll…no one would go there.
Z: Sounds…familiar.
Cade: Now why in the fuck would THAT be?
Z: You mean, why would that sound familiar?
Cade: Yeah. Why would that NOT sound familiar to someone who has heard everything from everyone from all times through all times?
X: That’s a long time.
Z: A very long time.
Cade: 😦 Thanks for dropping by.
Z: My pleasure.
Cade: Kudos. And thanks. Thanks for taking the time.

^crystal method I Know It’s You^

Have a great weekend!

cYacFa

^MSTRKRFT – VUVUVU^


Thanks for the effort Roob.

A song 4 U

^Front 242 – Happiness (Dub Mix by Underworld)^


And one more for…erm…you know who.

^Wipeout – Cold Storage – Messij^

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Eating Time

Missive From ‘Merica: Swirly Whirliness

I received a new missive from The Okie Devil last night, Dear Reader, which is set out for you, below. Whilst I was reading it, Leggy sent me a Twitter DM about a ‘Recorder of Possibly New Energy‘…

Legs DMs Roobee with Torsind link

Special studies have established that the torsind perceives an unexplained influence which can be associated with neither gravity nor electromagnetism. Perhaps it is responding to a new kind of solar radiation unknown to modern science. The special significance of this radiation is that it transfers a torque which causes a torsind disk to rotate.

*So the box moves faster, Clicky… Interesting…*

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Welp, it’s official. I forgot to say HOWDY at the very beginning of this particular whatever, hence…I’m an asshole. Please forgive me, I’ll do better next time. Or not. Or something. Whatever. OH! And whatshername informed me a little while ago that she went to court this morning, and our divorce is now final.

<golf clap...or something>

“The wind whistling through my ears” would prolly be more applicable.

^Fantastic Plastic Machine – Days and Days^

HOWDY!!! 😉

Not gonna harp on this, but it’s kind of a shocker, seeing as how this situation was only recently described to me as “should hear something soon.” But to be fair, I was kinda left out of the process, seeing as how I was only an inconsequential party to the process/processes spinning in order to include me for omission. Now that I have been officially omitted, and I have a copy of the divorce papers in my hot little hand, I’m free to roam about contemplating what went wrong for the rest of my life. I might get to some other mysteries during that process, but prolly not.

^Dirty Vegas – “Days Go By” (Original version)^


I guess one of the things that I’ve wrassled with during this process, is how to tell “my side of the story” without sounding like some pretentious prick. Easy, remove all pretenses, tell it as it is, as best you can. It’ll be close, not exact, and yet…exactly like that. Prolly put some thinking into trying to mindful of others, but I may not have to. I dunno. Tried.

/me shrugs

Anyway…yeah. That’s why I call whatshername “whatshername.” I know her name, she does too. But I don’t want you to know it. You can know that she has one, and also know that I know you know she has one, but I ain’t telling what it is. It has too much of …erm…”an untrusting ring” to name names in this particular situation. Lotta weird shit going on…and it’s been my experience that the best thing to do in a storm…is ride it. Not like you have any other choice, unless you do have another choice…so…yeah. Maybe this is why I personally have such a difficult time with “separating certain things” just because we can. I guess that notion of asking someone else the question of “why are you doing this?”…which is responded to with an answer of “because I can.”

Points of confusion, merging at the same time, and at different points in time, all at the same time, while seeking understanding on different timelines.

Party A: Has been at this party a while, and can’t go into all of the details at this particular time of your arrival.

Party B: Has just arrived at the party, and has no fucking clue what the hell is transpiring, but needs an accurate accounting in very short order!

^Philip T.B.C. feat. C.Monts – Back To The Batcave (Topspin Remix)^


So…watching the video below…it got me to thinking less about “the tornado that comes down”…and more about “the tornado that goes up.” If you wanna know more, about my line of thinking here…give the following vid a gander, then I’ll catch ya on the flipside.

^Extreme up-close video of tornado near Wray, CO!^

I’ve actually seen a small funnel similar to the “finger” shown first in the video, that seems to be timidly reaching down, then extending back up. This got me to thinking about the air/moisture at ground level, and it’s motions and movements relative to the funnel in the clouds. Almost as if, there was “a negotiation of sorts”…transpiring between the clouds, the ground, and everything in between, as the funnel was seeking it’s pathway to the ground in a manner that seemed…hesitant.

Thinking about the weight of the water/moisture contained in those clouds, the lightning in and of those clouds, and the electrical/energy portions of the ground and their motion(s), as well as the air/wind and everything in between…it really got me to thinking about the low pressure(s) generated during tornadoes with respect to lightning’s ability to transform vapor/gasses into water and vice versa. That “phasing” kind of simultaneousness of turning some gases into water, and some water into gases, all at the same time, all in a more dynamic system that seems very turbulent and chaotic, but is actually quite stable.

But don’t tell that to anyone in the path of such a storm.

^Soulwax – Is It Always Binary^

So yeah…thinking about the tornado itself as a stabilizing factor and/or director of sorts, as to distribution and movement of that storm within the dynamic systems that surround it. Thinking about it in terms of making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, where you have peanut butter on the top slice of bread, jelly on the bottom slice of bread, and what happens when you mash those two slices of bread together. There is going to be a spreading out, then some suction as these substances and particles try to find their own balance once you release pressure.

Almost like two parabolas meeting, bending further to accommodate each other, then finding their natural balance together…whatever that might be. If you keep the systems that surround these two meeting forces in mind, maybe it’ll make more sense as to why excluding the whole can sometimes be folly. And yet, we keep trying. Nothing wrong with that, cept when and if there is something wrong with it. But we can’t know when and what those might be, until and when we do.

Q: Now what?

A: I dunno. Why are you asking me?
^Stonebridge ft. Therese – Put Em High (JJs Club Mix) HQ^


Focusing more on the goings on around the tornado, than the tornado itself. Afterall, the tornado seems to be some sum of these goings on around it, and not the whole in and of itself, I get the feeling that “the tornado knows this.” Yeah…it’s a stretch. BUT! Tornadoes are kinda…”springy and stingy” at the same time, so thinking about “The Ancient Greeks” here, and their postulation of “something’s desire to return to it’s natural state”…LET’S TALK SPACE TRAVEL!!!

^Hybrid – Marrakech^

Q: How far do you have to be away from home, in order to get “homesick?”

A: ?¿?

Q: How long do you have to be away from home, in order to get “homesick?”

A: ¿?¿

Are we talking time here? Or distance? Or speed? Because they all had to merge at some point to get you away from where you left, in order to get you where you were going, in order to get you to being homesick.

So when and where did these things “merge?”

My immediate answer is going to be “all along the way baby.” But that sounds a little too saucy, zesty, zany and/or spicy, so let’s dial that back to boredom so we can see where we are going.

Wait…where were we going?

Meh…doesn’t matter.

ANYWAY…erm..space travel. Now that we’ve been out in space for some time, and we’re God knows how far from Earth/Terra…what are these factors that are making us “homesick?”

The easy path is going to be family, friends, loved-ones, etc…but what if you have no such “ties” behind on Earth? I mean…there is nothing that we as individuals have to keep on Earth/Terra…so why are we getting sick? Erm…we are made up of we…so…there’s gonna be some creepiness to that immediate thought.

Yeah…a being made up of 40 trillion cells + 50 trillion bacteria/viruses/etc = one space-sick/homesick dude or dudette.

Now, you are thinking…welp…”eliminate one of those two, and we are good as gold.”

Hmmm…I wonder if “bacteria” is gonna first on that hit list. Just guessing on that one. Not like bacteria are currently on any hit lists or anything. Just…thinking out loud.

^Pogo – Oyster Dreamland^

Been seeing “Thor’s Hammer” being bandied about here and there lately, and it got me to thinking about Osiris.

????

Yeah…Osiris. Seems like he carried something around with him on his person that might be capable of giving something or someone “a smack” equally as well as a hammer…so…yeah.

Maybe a connection there. Maybe not.

But anyway, it got me to thinking about Thor needing his hammer to either stop something, or start something. Kinda like those crazy Poles and their Bricks and Hammers, cept Thor has no brick/bricks. Or…maybe he does. So trying to think as a scorpion might, I’m gonna jump to “dancing with Shiva”…or…”what it is to dance with Shiva.” Not that I’ve noticed how red Orion’s foot has looked lately or anything…but I digress. (Yeah, in my part of the world, Orion’s foot has looked very red in the sky lately.)

^deadmau5 – Polaris^


Thinking even further now about this storm in the video above, and all of that transitioning weight and mass of the clouds themselves as they move and roll in, trying to get to where they are going…I can’t help but guide my gaze downward and think of the people. The houses and infrastructure, the people that built it, and the people that they built it for. So now that I am breaking my cardinal rule of never looking into the future…let’s go all the way, and see what we are trying to see, as we are watching these events unfold.

Not like there is any poetry to the people who made that video running out of gas right in the big middle of that tornado or anything. I personally could not decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing that someone chasing a tornado ran out of gas right there at the business end of that particular event(s)…but the video survived, so that story is capable of telling itself via the active participants.

I am a mystery...find me.
^Pogo – Raining in Wonderland^

Yeah…I’m all over the place currently. But I couldn’t help but think about that statue of Shiva at the LHC. Thinking in terms of all of the things that “make The Universe go”…it’s a lot to think about. Especially for someone like me who is WAY out of their league in both science and religion, and just about everything else. It’s difficult to try and fit in when you know that you don’t.

So…you improvise. Before long, you are building some huge thing for some reason that you aren’t sure of.

Thinking in terms of arcs and parabolas, yeah…that shit was prolly coming together LONG before you first thought of it. Just keep that in context, and shit should get out of hand in no time at all. 😉

^Dr. John: Right Place Wrong Time^
"How Shit Applies To Me."

lolz…If I ever get the gumption to write/write a book, that prolly outta be a title of one of them.

But I digress.

Yeah, ego. On the outside, it’s damn near impossible to understand since it’s interpreted/interpretive and kinda…situationally based on something that is kinda easy to understand until you are told what a piece of shit yours is. (lolz) So, survival instinct, and how yours manifests when it manifests. So…that’s gonna be an outward thing, based on inner reflection of these coming interpretations, as they manifest through interpolation “as it happens.”

So, action/reaction in a little more dynamic fashion than just “Newton’s 3rd”…even tho that is going to be our base. So if I put that thought back into “Thor’s Hammer”…I’m thinking in terms of guidance with respect to “is Thor putting the string into my stinger? Or taking it out?”

I picture Thor’s Hammer banging on my claws to put the string into the sting, or banging on the sting itself to either hone or harm the sting. Afterall, we only get to do this once. After that, we have to either do it all over, or find something else to do. And who wants to do that? 😉

It’s a lot to think about. Especially as a student, which is what I consider myself.

So…relying on others’ best judgement, even when it opposes my conclusions.

^Radiohead – Everything In Its Right Place (Hybrid Remix) – COM LAG (2plus2isfive)^


Not gonna go much deeper into the Horoscope aspect since I know little to nothing about it. But what I am good at, is piecing things together that go together, and leaving things alone that need to be left “as-is.” I guess I don’t need to bring up my abilities of dissecting things, and my discretion in those types of matters.

So…now that we have our storm, and our lightning trying to keep things together and/or take them apart, we have a lot of pressure changes between our mass of water/moisture/clouds, as well as the dust and other particulate matter contained within that mass of clouds.

WAIT!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?

Any dynamic within a system either adds and/or detracts from that system yes?

Dust is paramount in the formation of raindrops and hailstones, so why would other particulate matter not have an effect on a storm or other arrangement of visible moisture? And not just particulate that can usually be detected in some way by science, but also gas and gasses and energies of all kinds.

Q: Ever seen a storm change colors?

A:!!! 

Yeah, not just black and/or grey, but green, yellow, orange, red, and black and blacks, and grey and greys all mixed in. When you throw The Sun/Sol and it’s motion in there relative to The Earth/Terra and it’s motion(s) relative to the storm and it’s motions? Yeah, a lot of pushing and pulling in the middle there. Almost like…breathing. In…and out. So if we think about particulate with respect to breathing? Yeah…prolly gonna be some “hiccups” in the normal motion and dynamics.

Suddenly…predictability just went right out the fucking window. The house prolly went with it.

^Royksopp – Poor Leno (Jakatta mix)^

Basically, yeah…I see the gears turning. Just not sure what role I have outside of seeing these gears turning. Not that it’s important, but I guess someone had to do it.

/me shrugs
^deadmau5 – Avaritia^

Just been pondering the notion lately, that any long-term/long-duration trip away from The Earth/Terra, is gonna be a one way trip. And not from some looming potential disaster that has been anticipated, accounted for, and relegated to the realm of the negligible. It’s going to be for those things that you couldn’t possibly account for, seeing as how we’ve never done this before.

Instead of time/duration/length, you instead think of energy and energies with respect to transitions/transitional from a standpoint of “evolution” and/or “mutation”…there might be some long term effects of leaving/returning to Earth/Terra that haven’t been accounted for.

EX: When Apollo 11 returned from the moon, the astronauts were kept in isolation/quarantine for a period of time in the event of any contaminants of the viral/bacterial variety that they may have encountered on the moon.

But if we flip that…

Q: What about mutation within the astronauts themselves?

A: 

Yeah. They had a lot of stuff from Earth/Terra with them, and this stuff sought to emulate standard Earth/Terra conditions on The Moon/Luna so that the astronauts could survive the trip. But what effect(s) did the astronauts themselves have on The Moon itself, and what effect(s) did it have on them in return?

Even if you are emulating Earth’s/Terra’s environment, you aren’t on Earth/Terra…so…how accurate is that emulation over long periods of time.

I dunno either.

I do know that if these effects are relegated to the realm(s) of “the negligible”…that’s prolly where they are gonna manifest.

Q: Do we want a pendulum? Or a snowball here?

A: umm...wut?

Do we need to see an IMMEDIATE effect in order for this “negligible” to be considered paramount? Or does it need to remain “hidden and undetected for a while” until the negligible becomes paramount?

Same shit…different timeline.

The short is, who is affected, and who is not, and when?

^Jay Lumen – Can You Dance (Original Mix)^


Now that we are back to fission/fusion, and how these energies are distributed “in straight lines” during a particular event…how long are these “straight lines” before they bend?

Are you sure of the origins of these energies?

Because if not, how can you be sure as to their destinations?

If the prevailing assumption is that “we need to get the fuck away from this planet” due to knowledge/understanding that we currently have in our possession regarding our ALWAYS living on a planet, that is bombarding us with radiation from different sources, and these sources are the source of all of our ailments and maladies….

Q: Where ya gonna go?

A: 

Q: What cha gonna do when ya get there?

A: 

Q: Where are the rest of us gonna be?

A: 

Q: Are you sure that you are sure as to the methods and reasoning(s) in your action(s)

A: Yeah...I dunno either.
/me shrugs
^Wizard Of Meh | Pogo^


If I were to wrap some of these thoughts into ergonomics, and the way that we treat people today with respect to how we view “someone sitting on their ass all day and collecting a paycheck”…we might be able to think a little more with respect to space travel and how we would think about treating those travelers on our mutually-beneficial type of journey.

I suggest you view the movie “Dark Star” if you wanna see how I view long-term space travel with respect to the travelers themselves. Their mission, their status and statuses, the changes within the changes that are changing, and how all of these changes change during the changes, and the change that they change into.

Quite a headful, eh? Not really. I hate to have to say that sentence aloud tho. I’d prolly cover anyone within 20 paces with gallons of bacteria ridden slobber.

But yeah…ergonomics within the workplace. If you are sitting most of the day in an uncomfortable chair, what are the odd ways that your body is going to try and compensate? And I’m talking adaptation in more of a compensational type way, since we are gonna have this job for a while right?

Right? RIGHT?!?!?!?

YOU AIN"T GONNA FIRE ME ARE YA?!?!? LAYOFFS?!?!?!?

Whew…that was a close one. Mighta went postal there. 😉

Q: If everything in our lives revolves around work, how long is that gonna work?

A: ???

Just…something to think about.

^Chaos Chaos – In This Place (Live on KEXP)^

I dunno. The astronauts get everything custom-fitted and custom-made, why is it so hard to understand that everyone kinda needs/requires the same attention? Too much standardization and adaptation to that/those standardizations? Hmmm…has that worked out well with the concept of “the bra?” I understand modesty. I respect it. But ever seen how dead people/sick people get handled?

Yeah…not a lot of modesty there.

:/

Anyway, I noticed a story about this husband wife team making custom fitted bras, and my heart kinda leapt a little. I mean yeah, my heart leapt a lot…but prolly not for the reasons you might think. But you might be able to think of a couple. 😉

^Propellerheads – Velvet Pants^

Gotta run.

Have a great Wednesday.

(-:-)

^Alan Fitzpatrick – Skeksis^


cYa | cFa

^Jaaam | Pogo^

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Missive From ‘Merica: Double Header

Well, it was going to be a double header for Sunday, Dear Reader: two missives from Cade, butt… in the end I spent the evening with Thoughtful Man, helping him catch up on Doctor Who episodes…

*I was only going to watch the new episode with him but he kept asking “What happened to Clara?’ and “Who the fuck is Nardole?” …/sigh…*

*Yeah, and it’s not even like hadn’t seen those episodes before… /thinks… It almost like… /squints… like he was playing dumb or sumthing…*

So without further ado, Dear Reader, here is The Okie Devil’s second missive for Easter Sunday. Enjoy! ❤

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HAPPY EASTER DOUCHEBAGS!!!

It was on this day a coupla thousand years ago, that someone died/was killed, then…WHOOSH…vanished.

Q: When did this “person of interest” vanish?

A: ???
^Matt Lange – Escapist^


I guess when we think about our own lives, and the stories that we hear, there is a simultaneousness that is created over time with respect to stories that we hear over the span of our life. Maybe an understanding that is always there, that is balanced by a non-understanding, or vice versa. Maybe this is an additional factor that sometimes drives us to know. But there’s a problem with even that. I guess someone trying to prove that this is correct or incorrect is going to have to prove the proof at some point. So you’re gonna have to recruit. You’re gonna have to figure out how to find others that think the way you think, or believe what you believe, so that you can prove whatever it is that you are trying to prove.

Q: Is this what has happened to teaching/teachers?

A: SAY WUT?!?!?!?

I’m only thinking of my own experiences, and how those experiences of the “mine” variety relate to those that I have observed around me who have shared their similar experiences with me.

Yep…still trying to understand, exactly what it is that I am supposed to be understanding.

So…practice. Or…”in-practice”…if that makes more sense.

^Matt Lange – Count It^

If I seek out someone to help me, is what they recommend considered law?

If someone seeks me out for help, is what I recommend considered law?

That’s kinda how I operate. At least, how I try to operate. This is what I was taught. But I’ve found that the practical application of these precepts pretty much necessitate throwing them out the window first-rattle-out-of-the-bag upon encountering either. This allows me to view anyone as I interact with as an individual…and not some situational statute that must be adhered to and followed.

This is a person who’s experience and experiences are going to vary within the aforementioned constructs. And when we get topical as to the specific issue at hand? The potential(s) become damn near limitless as to the possibilities within that particular exchange. Maybe this is another place where we get things really fucking right and/or really fucking wrong within certain disciplines of human endeavors. Maybe it’s because of all of the shit that we continue to omit under the assumption of “if it wasn’t needed then, we ain’t gonna need it now nor ever.”

Oh yeah?

Q: What’s the issue?

A: WHAT?!?!?

Yeah. What’s the issue? Done this before have you? Oh…you have? Hmmm…then why are you doing it again?

^deadmau5 – Polaris^

Prolly why “the cyclical models” work so well AND fail so spectacularly. You include one time as the base for the cycle…and then…leave all other times within that time out.

Almost sounds like…growth.

Soooo….

Q: If we take a single bacteria…and intentionally “suspend” that living organism’s “anima”…what does that do to time?

A: ?¿?

Are you thinking small or big here with respect to time and times? Because if you aren’t thinking singularly, with respect to the nested time and times, then you are prolly thinking destructively.

Time stops for one, time stops for all.

Impossible?

Are you thinking “instantaneously” with respect to that stoppage? Or are you taking time into consideration there? Time does have a flow to it afteall, even within the context of simultaneousness and or singularity. So let’s think of this in terms of a freight train that encounters an issue.

Q: If the engine pulling our train suddenly stops completely, what happens to the cars that this engine is pulling?

A: Almost has an "unstoppable force meets immovable object" kinda ring to it eh?

Welp…reactions take time. Irrespective of the amount of time that reaction takes, and irrespective of the observers ability to comprehend/measure/quantify that time.

Q: If time stops for one, that cascades and causes time to stop for all, how would you know?

A: ...

Time has stopped for you. How would you know?

^No Mana – Metronomes For Pulsars (Monstergetdown Remix)^

ndqnbot
Maybe this video below helps with the concept of “unexpected persistences”…and how they relate to immovable objects/unstoppable forces…and maybe not.

/me shrugs
^Hancock Saves Ray ”Train Scene” – Hancock-(2008) Movie Clip Blu-ray HD^

Thinking of time as motion that perpetuates itself through its system via systems that creates this system, what happens when time stops at location “A” via a “System A Stoppage?”

A = Location time stopped.

System A = system that stopped at location A.

Q: What happens to Location B/System B?

A: A + B = X

X is simultanous there as both “A” and “B” and “X” when “X = A + B”…but there is going to be a compounding factor since we don’t know the result(s) of any…let alone what those results will result in over time over times over time.

So…”X” always exists. It’s simply a matter of when and where “X” coalesces and/or manifests and how.

X = The Mystery in the now, via the past, to the future.

When X = Z? Game Over.

Maybe if you think of “When X = 0″…instead of “when X = Z” or “When X = Ω”…that’ll make it seem less creepy.

BUT FEAR NOT!!! For there is not simply one set of “A + B = X”…there are two.

Heh...heh...heh.
^deadmau5 & ATTLAS – bad at titles^

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Yep…two sets.

A + B = X
X = B + A

But, I’m gonna go ahead and point out that these two equations are simultaneous, because of the third iteration of this equation that is embedded within it. I’m not ready to post the full equation yet because I don’t know how to describe it other than just show you the original equation that spawned the other two equations that are nested in a single equation. My oldest son came up with the equation, and I am trying to explain it. I guess this is what “real scientists” endure at the behest of their ideas, but I can only guess. I’m not a scientist, real or otherwise. Just someone who happened to be in the right spot to see some things coming together in a lot of ways that make perfect sense, and no sense whatsoever.

So the embedded third set is going to be…

A ->< - X -><- B

Maybe if you keep in mind that “X” is always simultaneously “X” and/or “A” and/or “B”…that’ll help. Just keep in mind that “X” is always “X”, but “X” can and does become “A” when and if it does…

X = A| = |A = X

Once X becomes A, A pushes X to a placeholder for “B”…should “B” eventually manifest/need to manifest. However I should also point out that even in this mode, “A” is still unknown, and/or, known but unrealized. “X” is gonna help us in the now, via A/B, beginning to end.

^Robert Oaks – Apparitions^

So now that we have A = X, we can move on to…

A + X = B

To help a little bit as to “the role of X”…think of splitting “X” like so…

X = \/ + /\
X = > + <

Yeah…a dynamic pointer in a 4-dimensional space that is manifested in the 5th dimension that has 3 extra dimensions of time.

I think of “X coalescing” as a wink. That X only becomes X, when its time for some evaluation as to how to proceed from there. Keeping a “one two, one two” kind of marching cadence is going to help. Because once we find our “B”? X is gonna become a little more dynamic than it already was in its static representation.

EX: When A + X = B, = A + B = X, X = X/Y/Z

So...

A + B = X

and/or

A + B = X/Y/Z

The addition of “Y” and “Z” are going to give us a little “cushion”…if you will…and they are also going to be representative of “A” and “B”, but BACKWARDS…as a method of accounting. An “audit trail”…if you will.

Any of this sound familiar to anyone?

Yeah…it erm…crosses some lines.

But if you keep in mind when and where these lines originated in the first place? Maybe that’ll make it seem less creepy. That’s my hope anyway.

^deadmau5 feat. Grabbitz – Let Go (NemesiZ Remix)^

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Anyone else gotta report to work tomorrow? SUCKERS!!! I”M UNEMPLOYED AND NEVER WORK!!! HAHAHAHAHA…or something (I’ll try and work on maintaining my composure better)

^Blue Mora – Life^

If I told you, that the original model for time as we know it now, was made out of wood, would you believe me? More than that, what if I told you that this model for time that was made out of wood? Yeah…it eventually became the engine that started time as we know it today, once this model was put into motion.

Maybe if you think about the time that it took to create this model, and the amount of time that it took for this model to run in order to create the time and times that we know today…maybe that’ll help.

I’m seeing 6-sided blocks, that are arranged like some psychotic “Jenga” stack, that are actually tumblers that roll and tumble in a sequence that activates/deactivates the blocks that it comes in contact with, in multiple ways in multiple dimensions…all at the same time and at different times. There are certain blocks in motion, and some that are at rest, but the whole is always in motion. Maybe if you think in terms of infinities embedded within the concept of eternity, that’ll help.

We are talking about Chaos Theory here, and how The Butterfly Effect is going to relate to Sting Theory and Quantum Dynamics. I intentionally changed that term from Quantum Mechanics, because we are talking about looking backwards through time at the motions and actions of the machine itself, and the results set and sets of those dynamics, and how they relate to our world/universe today. If Quantum Mechanics and Quantum Cosmology are spit, and neither is making progress in either regard, welp…even stagnation has a dynamic.

Not trying to combine anything there. But that is the intent at some point as far as I can tell. Coming together? Weird when you think about that concept in a Universe that is always coming apart. Hmmm…coming together in one place, and coming apart in another. Whodathunkit?

^No Mana feat. Winnie Ford – Constellations^

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I guess we can learn things “on our own” if we keep that “on our own” concept in perspective. It’s damn hard to do that’s for sure. I guess it’s sad for me personally, to at this point have to think about weaponry and “advances” with respect to discovery. But I also know that I am not alone in this regard. Lotta examples of people who are seeking peace somehow finding war, and people seeking war finding peace, and blah blah blah.

Yeah…very “blah” sounding, all that war and peace is. In our time, just over the last few days and weeks…bombs being dropped, missiles being launched/fired, weapons being deployed, others being tested. Its confusing as shit. It’s even more confusing when you try and rationalize confusion into making some kind of sense. Hell, that concept of “rationalizing confusion” sounds warlike in and of itself. I’m not suggesting that you hit your knees every time that you do something, but maybe a pause within the confusion here and there ain’t such a bad notion.

I mean, we are becoming a 24/7/365=366 world, in a world that could already be defined as existing in such a tense and tenses. But requiring someone to work on day that you yourself refuse to work on? Requiring someone to work hours that you yourself do not work? Requiring someone to adhere to standards you yourself do not adhere to? Yeah…I think shit like that is going to have a natural propensity to manifest itself in ways that you can neither anticipate nor understand. And how in the hell are you gonna make these connections or reach some sort of understanding as to their plausibility if you continue to dismiss the same potential sources over and over again.

Insanity = Doing the same thing over and over again, using the same methods and expecting a different result.

Welp…I have some problems with that particular quip. Mainly, because it seems to be all about time and times, and yet omits time completely. It’s “result(s) based thinking” at its worst…and/or at its best (to be fair). And I guess that’s really what this is all about, eh?

Fairness?

I dunno. Maybe you have a different agenda.

/me shrugs
^ATTLAS – The Machinery Chewed^

There was an odd reference to “the wine-press” somewhere I stumbled across recently. Which made me think of “The Grape” as “The Butterfly In The Wheel” in that “Wine-Press” context. But thinking about it now, it also makes me think of this concept of Kenosis, and what a mysterious concept this is even to someone like me. Someone like me being, someone who is comfortable with the concept of God/gods, and equally comfortable with the concept of no God/gods. I dunno what in the fuck they are or would be, and haven’t bumped into any lately, so why would either concept not make sense? Welp, that’s any easy one…”because they don’t”. Meaning, they don’t make sense because they don’t make sense to someone. The fact that something not making sense to someone, also doesn’t make sense to you personally? Yeah…makes sense. lolz.

^HolyU – Hidden Lines^

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The thought of being hooked up to some machine in order to “prove” that I don’t know something? Yeah…kinda scary. I mean, I don’t know why you are hooking me up to this machine/why you didn’t believe my original answer, but that’s gonna make me question myself…make my mind race. Especially within the context of all the other confusion that is going on. Order comes out of chaos? Is that really your line of thinking? Because you might have “the order” confused or out of context there. If “the machine” knows “the truth”…then my suggestion would be to ask the machine, and leave me out of your fucking process and processes altogether.

^Robert Oaks – It’s Coming^

This is a pretty good batch of songs, yeah? Not that you are listening to any of them, but a lot of new shit in there from the Mau5trap label via a random YouTube playlist. Good stuff.

^Notaker – Abyss^

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Q: If you are going to “take me for a ride”…what consideration(s) are you really affording me?

A: ¿?¿

I mean, I was enjoying the ride I was on just fine thank you very much. Why arbitrarily snatch me off one ride just to put me on another, under the auspices of “yer gonna love this one!” Gee thanks…lolz.

I guess the answer is pretty simple. Need and needs. That’s why I try and look at things as objectively as I can. The concept of “elders” and/or “someone more knowledgeable/experienced” is real…so why would this concept not be equally true in practice? Yeah…lotta smart people in the world. Lotta experience and experiences experiencing things. I guess maybe that notion of “when to poke your head up, and when to duck your head down” helps out sometimes. But in a time when a grenade or bomb can “get you” just as easily as a bullet? Yeah…shit can get confusing. Situations can easily seem winnable and unwinnable at the same time.

So…if you’re gonna make me play, I play it my way as best I can. I guess that’s why the concept of “the solider” works both in theory AND in practice, although it works for the same AND different reasons depending on whether the soldier in question is in training or combat.

In Training: Soldier = Fighting selflessly for God and country.

In Combat: Soldier = Fighting for self and comrades.

Yeah, that Russian Nesting Dolls concept ain’t that hard to grasp, but it’s damn hard to hold onto. Weird.

^No Mana – Static^

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I guess that’s enough nonsense for one particular whatever. Not trying to set any kind of record. And I know that I just created a shitload of work for someone else to now have to sift through and evaluate. Maybe me shutting the fuck up will help, so let me do just that…right…about…here.

NOTE TO SELF: Take a shower today. You stink.
^Tinlicker – As We Wake^

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cYa | cFa

^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^

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Missive From ‘Merica: Time And Relative Digestion In Space

It has been a quiet Easter weekend, Dear Reader, which I have mostly spent watching movies with my pampered pooch, Poppy, asleep at my side. Last night after watching the new Doctor What episode, I decided to re-watch a favourite moving picture of mine, called ‘The Fall’…

… And later read Leg-Iron’s latest post

In between I received a new missive from The Okie Devil, reproduced for your enjoyment, below…

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There once was a man from Kent.
Whose dick was so long it was bent.
Although it was trouble…
He’s stick it in double…
And instead of coming, he went.

^The Chemical Brothers – Let Forever Be^

There once was a man from Lampasas.
Whose balls were made out of brass.
He’d rub them together…
And make stormy weather…
And lightning, shot out of his ass.

^PropellerHeads – Bang On!^

We haven’t had a “wavy wall” in a while, so let’s take a question from The Whatever However Hotline!!!

Q: Cade, what are you doing?

Cade: You mean like…”my goal?”

Q: Yes.

Cade: Welp, I have no idea. Any suggestions?

^Boo Yaa TRIBE feat Mack 10 – Bang On^

HAPPY FUCKING SATURDAY SHITHEADS!!!
TOMORROW IS MOTHERFUCKING EASTER!!!
DID YOU BUY YOUR MOM A FUCKING BONNET?!?!?!

Yeah…there’s a bee in my bonnet.

Must have recently been reminded of my being privy to the concept of hornets in a way that may be foreign to some. I guess I could say “an intimate knowledge” of swarming hornets that are battling each other for territory, and what it is like to be in the middle of that…but that may bee too vague, seeing as how I also have some experience with bees and wasps.

Hey…what can I say? The fucking things fascinate me. Plus, being the wimpy little kid that I was, I spent a lot of time hiding in bushes from bullies. Bushes are full of wasp nests. Prolly because of the bees that buzz around outside that bush when it is blooming, and bees proximity to that bush when it is NOT blooming. Not that we should read too deep into a 3/4 year old kid making such observations at that age since kids are stupid at that age.

^Pleasurekraft – Anubis (Mike Vale Remix)^

Someone just passed a certain something along to me, that kinda “hit home” with some things that I’ve been pondering. Especially with respect to redundancy in complex systems. My thinking, being along the lines of a complex machine made more complex by these redundancies.

Q: If the redundancy is needed, how/why is it necessary?

A: ...

Yeah. Something to that effect prolly hanging on the wall of every engineer who ever lived, to keep them “on track”…so to speak…when dealing with duplication through automation.

WHEW!!! I just opened a can of worms there, eh? “Duplication through automation” with respect to redundancy. Especially when you start thinking in terms of templates, molds and moulding…and how those relate to a 5-dimensional universe in a holographic theme. If I lost you there, maybe go outside and look at some clouds, or watch the stars as they transverse the sky, and it’ll help with that potentially confusing “holographic” addition of mine. If you watch a cloud lounge enough, it will change and/or move. If you watch a star or the moon long enough, you will be able to detect that they are moving. If you have the courage to realize that movement is transpiring right under your feet…you might get a little…woozy at the thought. Especially if you go further and start thinking about the light, the sources of that light, and the motion(s) that generate/sustain/direct them.

Now…let’s think about you (now that we’ve thought about all that other crazy shit).

Let’s go into the eye, via the ears, since you might be a little…off balance, after thinking about that shit.

^GTA & Diplo – Boy Oh Boy (Original Mix) [Tomorrowland Video HD]^


I guess I am thinking about the concept of “a safety chain” as it relates to a system, within the context of that system. Not that I know anything about a device known as “a safety chain” or anything like that, in the event that A) The Safety Chain is missing, or B)The Safety Chain is present, but it also failed. Seriously, I have no knowledge of such an event transpiring, nor the consequences/aftermath of such a scenario. So…I digress.

Q: At what point is “a safety chain” NOT…a permanent and required fixture within the framework that requires it?

A: ...<no answer to be had here...not yet anyway>...

So, I guess application and context within applying the application(s) would prolly help us out as to the necessity of a safety chain.

Markov Chain

I tried to look up “safety chain” there, but stumbled across the above instead since a definition of “safety chain” could not be located. But let’s move forward as to “redundancy” as it relates to errors, erring, and errant. Since I am a fuckup, this section’s addressing of this topic SHOULD be quite easy for me to breeze through. But once things start failing within a system, and failures continue to cascade and multiply, I think that maybe…a little…reflection might be in order. Give these things some time and some thought.

Yeah…the “safety chain” thought is just a little too close to home right now with respect to some events that I haven’t thought about since I was a child.

Mystery Remains Mysterious! NEXT!
^M.I.A. – Paper Planes^

“The room spins” for me all the time. I mean, not really. But it does when I think about this shit. Or at least, it used to when I was a kid. I’ve learned some ways to help with the spinning, because the spinning is usually not actually “spinning.” It’s typically more of a “mushy kinda roll” kinda thing. Almost like someone just smacked me right on top of my head. Not that anyone has ever smacked me on top of the head or anything…but I digress.

But yeah, I think that being an asthmatic/someone with allergies to virtually everything/difficulty breathing prolly also has helped in that regard. Some might wish to edict “control” or “self-control” here…but I’ve found that any type of action on my part that opposes what is happening at this point? Yeah, it tends to make things even worse. BUT!!! Not always. YOU are the best judge of that, since this IS happening to you and you alone at the time that this happens.

So yeah…kinda…rolling with it, if you will.

Developing the ability to catch yourself.

Sounds impossible eh?

Welp…it ain’t.

Just keep that notion contextual and situational, and you should have no problem when you must rely on someone else to catch you, after you mastered the concept of catching yourself your own damn self all by yourself.

Keeping in mind that we are an assimilation of parts, in many ways, and rely on many things to arrive where we arrive where we arrive when we arrive there…and you’ll prolly have less of a problem with humility in those “EUREKA!!!” types of moments.

^Rag’n’Bone Man – Human (Official Video)^


OH YEAH!!! WAVY WALL ATTACK!!!

Enteric Nervous System-Complexity
Peristalsis
Sufism
Bentiromide
Chyme
Dark Matter
Barium
Rhythm
Periodicity
Periodic Acid
Oxidation State
Iridium Tetroxide
Tetrafluorohydrazine
Hydrazine
Tetryzoline
Loperamide
WHO Model List of Essential Medicines
Ileostomy
Intubation
Nasogastric Intubation
Nonvolatile Acid
Acetoacetic Acid
Tautomer
Alpha Wave
Lamb Waves

A “Zero Wave” type of wave. A wave that has all of the characteristics of a wave, and at the same time, none of the characteristics of a wave, because neither can be confirmed nor validated, leaving this wave in an existent, but unprovable, state.

Yeah…I just made up all that bullshit as far as know, but what I am thinking about here, is the “lifey” kinda ring to that concept as it relates to “dark matter/dark energy” in the current thinking.

EX: -99.9/99.9

A simultaneousness type of result, that mathematically can only be represented with an equal number of deficiencies on both sides of zero. “Zero” was represented above by me using the “/” sign so that it might make more sense to anyone mathematically inclined.

-99.9/\99.9

How’s that? Better? Or is the thought of taking those decimals out giving you “the willys.” The decimal is representative of zero in my use of math, so in my head, the above would look like this…

-9.99/\99.-9

Meaning, you have positive AND negative on both sides…all at the same time.

^MESHUGGAH – Bleed (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)^

I guess what I am thinking about here is the concept of balance, and what it is. Welp, if you think of yourself sitting completely motionless in the lotus-position, you’ll realize that the rest of The Universe is going 90-to-nothing spinning around you. lolz.

“90-to-nothing” means “REAL FUCKING FAST!!!” in these parts where I live. So yeah…chaos that ain’t so chaotic, and sometimes real fucking chaotic. To relate, imagine that you were not sitting there peacefully in that lotus-position while contemplating the mysteries of the universe…but rather…someone FORCED you into that position…and now…you can’t move.

Can’t move.

Can’t breathe.

Can’t leave.

Can’t stay.

So yeah…the concept of indecision/indecisiveness, represented quasi-mathematically.

No connections to be made there, eh?
^Knife Party – ‘Sleaze’^

So now that I’ve seemingly grown the balls to bridge that gap, now what?

Welp…I think some motion was prolly on the agenda there for someone. Non-motion appears to be on the agenda for someone else. All at different times with different intentions and/or purposes, but I’m kinda familiar of what it is like to be put into a position that I have no clue why I am being put into that position, and then have to endure it as best I can. You prolly also have some experience with that sort of thing. But to me personally, my salvation sometimes also lies within that vast ocean of stupid and not-knowing/non-knowing that fills the gap between my ears. Not that I am always naive and stupid. But I temper knowledge with wisdom as best I can, when it and where necessary, and keep the option of “throwing all that shit out the window, and just going with the flow” sometimes as well. I mean hell…I might just learn something new.

Maybe you are familiar with the “double-edge sword” concept. Just keep in mind that “the double-edge sword” in any analogy…also has a sheath. Keep in mind the hand that must draw or sheath that sword, and the arm that hand is connect to? And you are on your way. But that’s prolly just my own wimpy assed way of begging for mercy, since I have no clue why someone would be brandishing a sword in my proximity. I could prolly make some guesses, but I ain’t gonna do your work for you.

^Tegan and Sara – Now I’m All Messed Up [Official Lyric Video]^


Thinking about the concept of “moving up in the world”…maybe that’s why “new money” has trouble transitioning. I mean, if I can imagine something, why would I not be comfortable with what I imagine that I want, when I actually GET that something that I wanted that I now have? I guess this is where “others” come into the picture. Maybe “the new others” and our thoughts about them, as well as “the old others” and our thoughts about them. So…change.

^Fantastic Plastic Machine – Bachelor Pad^

Is the concept of positive and negative numbers existing on the same side of an equation too much to even ponder?

Q: Why?

A: !!!

I mean, even when you get to your positive number here, and your negative number there, here and there are eventually here and there at the same time right? So why not a result set that contains these two possibilities in a single answer via a multi-faceted equation? I mean…Jesus H. Christ hopping on a pogo stick!!! Isn’t this what you fucks are looking for? A “Unified Theory?”

Maybe if I worded that as “A Unified Theory”…and included the “A” instead of excluding it, that’ll help here and there as we proceed. Especially if you think in terms of beginnings and endings. Maybe the term “commencement” will help in that regard. I dunno /me shrugs

^Hello Seahorse – Despues^

I guess I’m thinking about what is “relayed to the public via science” or some other “official channel(s)” with respect to what we know about what you know. If you are trying to jam 950 billion equations together into a single mold…welp, that was already done. You just gotta adjust your focus with respect to the mold and molds, as well as your role in it. That’s what I’m trying to do anyway. I ain’t gonna wear your fucking hat or T-shirt because you tell me to. But I might wear it of my own volition. But even that has a sneaky aspect to it doesn’t it? Almost as if “my challenge to your challenge” has so challenged you, that you are gonna win irrespective of the cost(s). So you feel humiliated, and returning that humiliation is the only response. Sounds fair. Let’s dance.

^Pogo – Where I Belong HD^


I dunno mang and/or mangette, I gots no answers. If today’s correct answer is gonna be proven incorrect tomorrow, I guess it’s no wonder that science sometimes stumbles all-over itself looking for that some something while they are holding it in their hands. Because I sure as SHIT understand that concept quite well. The problem being that we chide ourselves today for ignoring tomorrow, or chide ourselves tomorrow for not taking advantage of something yesterday. But…I mean…we’re here right? It’s now right? Doesn’t that open the door for all kinds of possibility? Potentially it does anyway.

/me shrugs

Dunno.

Feeling kinda sapped myself.
^05 Datos Intimos (She’s a Tease) Happy-Fi Coyote Nights^


Blasphemies aside…have a wonderful Easter Sunday should you participate in that particular activity.

Imma take a shower tomorrow.

But that’s not until tomorrow.

^Mark The Beast – Breathe (ft. Niks)^


cYa | cFa

^Eptic & FuntCase – Oh Shit!^

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Iconic Poppy Sculpture Opens At Shoeburyness, Southend-on-Sea

*Oh yes! Thanks, Clicky…*

I forgot to mention, there’s a new Art exhibition on in my home town… It’s called ‘Wave‘…

Happy Easter, Dear Reader… Have another Song… ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: Sonny… Boy!

THURSDAY NIGHT… ABOUT 22OOH… ISH…

“Hello mum. How are you?” Kit Kat plonked himself in Thoughtful Man’s chair and looked at me earnestly.
I was engrossed in reading Cade’s latest missive on my computer screen. “I’m fine thanks, Kitten. And you?”
“I’m okay,” he said, “Are you doing anything interesting?”
“Yes.” I carried on reading and editing.
“Mum, would you like a sip?” Kit Kat held a can of Pepsi to me. He was now lounging on the floor, propped up on one elbow like he was attending a Roman feast. “Bet you didn’t even see me leave and come back.”
“No thanks, darling, and yes I did.” I hadn’t.
“Okay,” he said taking a swig from the can. I carried on reading.
“Is it the thirteenth today?” Kit Kat asked from the arm of my enormous chair. He stroked the sleeping dog beside me and peered at my computer screen. “I’m not looking at your stuff,” he said defensively, “I just saw the date.”
“Yeah,” I said turning to look at his flushed face. There is only reason for this level of attentiveness from Thing Two. “Do you want something to eat?”
“Ooh are you making food, mum?” Thing One interjected from his Captain’s Chair without taking his eyes from his game. “Can I have a garlic pizza?”
I got up from my seat and went into the kitchen. Kit Kat was already there, holding open the doors of the fridge freezer, contemplating the array of foodstuffs that Thoughtful Man had put in there the day before.
“Oh, there’s only one garlic pizza left,” I said pulling the box from the freezer. “If you wanted this you should have just said instead of faffing about.”
He took his time in front of the open doors, rocking back and forth on his heels, humming and hawing before pointing at a small cardboard and cellophane box nestled on the second shelf of the fridge. “What’s that?”
I picked up the chicken caesar wrap Thoughtful Man had bought for me. “Do you want it?”
“What date is on it?” Kit Kat asked nonchalantly.
“The thirteenth,” I said with a squint.
“Thanks,” he said taking it from my hands. “No point in wasting it.”

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I’m dead in the water.

Need a life-raft.

I'm fond of catamarans if that helps.
^BAD – U2^

I guess I otter talk about water. Been thinking about it since some Aussie Asshat made some comments earlier in the week on their blog, then some Limey Lady made even more comments on my comments on the Aussie’s comments. Who in the FUCK gives a shit what some Okie from Texas has to say about anything…let alone my thoughts on water? I guess the type of pondering that I do is kinda difficult for some to understand, because I tend to ponder a lot. Not that there is any connection there with pondering water…heh heh heh. But I guess its that “pond-during-water” that makes a pond a pond. Without the water, the pond is a dried up hole, just waiting for rain to fill it. Not that you should read too deep into this.

Well...maybe you should, maybe shouldn't.

May is a great time for rain in these parts. Maybe it’ll rain and fill those ponds for the summer…Maybe it won’t. Don’t wanna put all our fish in one pond. Someone may just depend on it.

^U2 – Pride (In The Name Of Love)^
“Just because you are dumb, doesn’t mean you have to be stupid.”

“Just because you are stupid, doesn’t mean you have to be dumb.”

Q: Welp, what if you are both, and trying to be neither?

A: ...

I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are stupid and/or dumb?

I wonder where someone might get the idea that they are not stupid and/or dumb?

I wonder where someone might get the idea that their ideas are stupid and/or dumb?

“Righteous-indignation” and “self-righteousness” seems to be on the agenda as of late. So lemme turn that gun on myself here, since I’m not real big on righteousness of any kind since it tends to be borne of unkindness in my experience…

"I HATE...self-righteous people."

Welp, since I’m not righteous, is that my reason/the reason I hate righteousness? Prolly. But I primarily hate the method of delivery. Meaning how the virtue of righteousness is obtained and shared. Gonna be a lotta mud-slinging in there. Guess someone has found some source of water since there is mud to sling at someone else.

Is that the best you got?

I get the mud and you get the water?

Fuck it. I’ll take it.

I am able to picture a British climber on the downslopes of Siula Grande in Peru, slurping mud to survive after breaking one of his legs. The story being, that he and his companion were able to summit Siula Grande climbing a face that had never been climbed before…ever…by anyone. That’s…where the story began. Odd eh? Most would think that the summit would be the end of the story.

Welp…if that’s where you want the story to end…that’s where it ends.

^U2 – Mysterious Ways^

I guess I could quote Jim Morrison/The Doors here, and their “No One Gets Out Of Here Alive” vein of thinking, as it seems applicable. But have you ever considered the possibility of a life lived never being more alive at the point of death? And I’m not talking about the “At least they died doing something they loved” types of thinking either. Kinda thinking, both of the previous thoughts with some other types of thinking/thoughts as well. Lotta stirring and swirling needs cooking when thinking about thinking. Especially if you are in the business of telling others what to think.

!!! SAY WUT?!?!?!?

Yeah…the business of telling others what to think. There’s no escaping it irrespective of your business. The question is, “what is your business?”

See what a trap I’ve set there for myself?

Yep...it's a doozy.
^U2 – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For^

Q: If you get something for free, can you turn around and charge a fee to someone else for that same thing?

A: Sometimes?

How long is that sometimes? All times? Sounds like the model for that mode of thinking is already there/already exists. Now…we just have to figure out how best to utilize it. So yeah…justification…we need some. Anyone know where we can pick up some justification? We do wanna be able to sleep at night afterall.

^U2 – Vertigo^

I’ve made the case, that should God/gods exist, they don’t need “proof” or “justification” in my mind.

DUDE!!! YOU WERE RAISED IN A CHRISTIAN HOME/ENVIRONMENT!!! YOU ARE BIASED!!! BRAINWASHED!!!

True. Gods like Kundalini and Zeus and Brahma and Atum and Set are always on my mind…I am COMPLETELY brainwashed by Jesus and Yahweh/YHVH or whatever that guy’s name is. I guess YHVH wanted things his way.

lolz...I'm going straight to hell for that one....lolz

But yeah…it seems to me, that in my limited readings of ancient texts, that “the gods” were some smart motherfuckers. They always seem to be more about advice and fellowship, than answers. Meaning: We seek out the gods for answers, and we never seem to stop and consider their time and/or the times spent with them.

We want something…they have it.

It’s rarely what we expected…therefore, it adds that “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” kinda dimension to it, that when you think about it, you kinda get the feeling that “so did they.” Meaning that they gave the thought some thought(s), and those thoughts took some time. Almost as if they saw you coming.

I wonder…did we see them coming?

Prolly not.

We have too many preconceived notions about them and what they are based on what we think we know.

And where did we get that information?

Welp…I dunno…where did you get your information?

Is where you got it relevant?

Or was it the fact that you got it relevant?

Get it?

^The Verve – Bitter Sweet Symphony^

I have a quick thought regarding the previous song, and the concept of “bittersweet.”

Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two even when they are combined?

A: ?¿?

Q: Can you discern or make a distinction between the two when they are separate, but tasted one at a time?

A: ¿?¿

Yep…all systems normal.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^U2 – Where The Streets Have No Name^

So thinking about “sweet water(s)” and/or “bitter water(s)”…they are the same thing at different times. I mean, there is a need there right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be tasting water(s) to see if they are sweet or bitter. Or did you not give a shit whether the water was sweet or bitter? You were thirsty. Can’t learn anything if you are dead. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. Dead men tell no tales. What horseshit. /rolls eyes

The shit that we teach each other is fucking mind-bending.

Mainly because, I think of the concept of teacher-student relationship being a lasting one. I mean, that is your point in teaching right? You want to pass along something to someone that they can carry with them forever? Because they are gonna do that regardless. Even if you later tell them to stop thinking about what you previously suggested that they think about. Was that original thought just further compounded? Is that how reinforcement works? The “good cop/bad cop” or “long con/short con” kinds of thinking?

Ever see someone try to drop something hot?

It’s not always as reflexive as we like to think, because we tend to ignore the exception(s).

Lotta this shit has a kind of “Pandora’s Box” kinda ring to it, eh?

Welp, chemists and similar scientists deal with rings all the time…so this shit should be “old hat” to them. 😉

^U2-Wire (Lyrics)^

I know, I know…it’s at this point that you are prolly thinking…

"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH ALL OF THE U2 ALL OF A SUDDEN LIKE?!?!?!?"

I like U2.

Sue me.

Did you know that Sue is a god in some circles?

lolz...a sun god being a god in some circles...lolz

Sué

Yep…hell…I’m headed there.

Not supposed to poke fun at God/gods, and the only punishment available seems to be hell if you do poke fun at them…so…yeah. Thanks. Doomed…I appear to be it.

^U2 – Desire^

So I was talking with my oldest son again last night, and we were talking about music. This conversation wandered into the topic of art. This wandered into the topic of religion, because I expressed the thought to my son of “don’t let art nor artists beat you up.” I told him that I was under the impression that art was there to beat on, not to beat up on you, but it sure as shit can give you an ass-kicking of epic proportions if you let it. I went on to express that I felt that maybe art and religion have a common ground in the way and ways that God speaks to us. Maybe that one avenue is for ass-kicking, and one is for kicking-ass. Maybe even that these pathways go both ways, meaning that they open pathways for us to dish out a little ass-kicking of our own to God, and others not so much.

Anyone who might be reading this, was not there to pick up on the vibes/tone of the conversation. But he seemed a tad overwhelmed by the impressiveness of some music that he has been stumbling across, and the musical prowess of those creating it. Hence, I expressed to him not to let that beat you up. It’s supposed to inspire you. And it appears that it has. Maybe we sometimes misinterpret inspiration sometimes. I mean, the concept of “the muse” is to inspire. No one ever considers that the inspiration will come in the form of an ass-kicking. Maybe even from a flamethrower.

nod to Richard Bach there
^U2: Bullet the Blue Sky^


So yeah…channels…

Art = Loosey Goosey and/or Footloose and Fancy-free

  Religion = Not so much

Ways and methods of God/the gods/The Universe talking to us.

Ways and methods of us talking to God/the gods/The Universe.

Enter...SCIENCE!!!
^The Cranberries – Zombie^

BLECH!!! All of this fucking philosophical nonsense is making my headache go away. Or return. Or something.

WATER!!! It’s the only thing that matters to life.

Will you pass the ketchup please?

Wut?

Will you pass the ketchup pretty-please?

Ketchup has water in it?

Yeah, and for some reason, bread now has high-fructose corn syrup in it. Cept for the brands that are now touting the fact that they DO NOT have high-fructose corn syrup in it.

WTF?!?!? Since when does BREAD have high-fructose corn syrup in it?

I had to run look at the loaf of bread packaging real quick where I had noticed a placard on the packaging a coupla days ago, and it’s “100% Whole Wheat Bread With Honey Added.”

The “With Honey Added” part was in extremely small text as opposed to the extremely large text portion of “100% Whole Wheat” portion.

Almost as if…someone is trying to get our attention.

Has a…”zoom in/zoom out” kinda thinking to it.

I mean, say what you want about how many times a loaf of bread is taxed by the time it hits your palette, that bread has gone through some RADICAL changes in size here and there, and will continue to do so. Or at least, it will if you choose to eat it.

I don’t know whether to think of “The Bread of Life Here”…or “Alice In Wonderland.”

Prolly cause I’m supposed to be thinking/talking about water, and not food.

Dr. Leonard McCoy: “How can you think of food at a time like this?!?!?”
Admiral James T. Kirk: “First order of business…survival.”
Movie = Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

^Toto – Africa^

WATER!!! It’s important to life. Especially if you are an anaerobic type of life-form.

Life...Form. Sounds almost like an edict.

Anyway, yeah water is like, important and stuff. Prolly some processes involved in getting water into, and out of, us. Maybe some preventative stuff, maybe some prohibitive stuff, maybe even some other stuff. I mean, water itself is capable of transformation, so why wouldn’t we need to be a little bit flexible ourselves? Get too much rigidity going on, and all of a sudden like, does that make the concept of rigidity itself even MORE rigid? Or less rigid? Ridged. Has a ledge kinda ring to it eh? Like, why seek a ridge if you don’t intend on jumping? Erm…since when did “jumping” come into the picture? I’m just enjoying the view. You wanna enjoy that view from a different angle/perspective? Knock yerself out. I’m more comfortable at the bottom myself. But if I wanna get there fast? I woulda came prepared as such.

Kinda makes me think of the book “A Separate Peace.” Maybe even the story of Cain and Abel, which makes me think of the book “East of Eden.” Was just talking about James Dean last night with respect to the movie East of Eden since he was in it. Great book, great movie. Lotta things to think about there with respect to give and take. Give/take, push/pull…whatever floats yer boat. Same thing, different time(s), all at the same time, at different times. I guess “the real question” there would be…”Are you involved? Or ain’t ya?” Yeah, gonna be some levels and leveling there. And I’m certainly not trying to bring anyone down. Not try to push you up either. But I might be able to help in either regard. Maybe not.

We’ll see.

Or we won’t.

Whatevz.
^Talk Talk – It´s My Life^

I guess that’s why I hate gossip. It includes me on a level that I am not comfortable with. Considering that I am a person who is quite comfortable with discomfort? Yeah…it’s a weird thought to think that others are talking about me, because I am quite comfortable with no one talking about me. But then again, it seems like the only time that anyone is thinking/talking about me is when I have done something wrong. My achievements are devoid of anything even remotely verbose at all, and yet my failures seem to inspire volumes. And all I can do is stand and shrug because I thought that failures are expected. Anticipated even. I mean, you’ve labeled me as “a walking-taking-fuckup”…what else would you expect? OH! More time in between fuckups?

Huh…I guess I ain’t doing so bad afterall.

Yep, it ain’t that hard at all being positive about the negative.

^No Doubt – Don’t Speak^

As I sit here in disgust thinking about the shit that I’ve written here in this particular grouping of shit that I have written, I try to hang onto the concept of “if you can’t help yourself, help someone else.” I guess that’s why that “taking liberties” with communication and their methods really chaps my ass. Yeah, I can do it, I have done it. But I don’t like it. Something as hard-earned as communication should be handled well. Not gingerly, not respectfully, not irresponsibly, not haphazardly. And yet, those things are possible, so they can and will happen.

So…intent and intentions. Have the intent of “doing this”…and you are prolly going to do just that. Whodathunkit? Yeah, I’ve laid a SHITLOAD of traps for myself in this here particular “Missive.” But something that bends my head is something that Jesus/Yeshua said in The Bible regarding “committing acts in our heart” that has always troubled me. Mainly because, I’ve always been told that I shouldn’t think about certain things. Combine the two? Yeah…a recipe for a shitload of guilt and self-loathing. Depression even. Maybe all of those.

^Simple Minds – Alive And Kicking^

I’ve read in some of these varied places around the web, that Jesus was spirited away to Egypt and taught/trained in the mystical arts there between the ages of 8/12 to 30 or so. Welp, sounds weird at first glance, but they didn’t want him in Jerusalem, and the boy prolly needed schooling…so…where to? Not like the Israelites didn’t have some roots there in Egypt in a “back and forth/to from to/to from and through” kinda way. Maybe someone was kinda…”chillin in Egypt for a while” after pulling up stakes a time or two prior to heading back there at some point. Makes sense. Prolly gonna burn in some special kinda hell for even thinking such a thought according to my upbringing, but yeah…makes sense. It makes sense to me on so many “levels”…that I don’t even want to write about it. I mean, I don’t want to even think about it. This is the kinda shit, that as far as I’ve been told, will not only damn your soul, but also get your body motherfucking mangled in the process of transitioning between these two damnations. Man…harsh.

Q: Assuming that I have a soul, who has the ability to damn it?

A: ...
^Blur – Song 2^

Q: If someone gets it wrong, and it falls to you to get it right, how does one do that?

A: There's you answer. Answers...even. Right there in the question.

Someone getting it wrong, outlines a way or ways to get it right. Or, as I prefer, get it correct. I mean, if something is wrong, how is right gonna help us out? Welp, stay creative in that line of thinking, think of direction change and changes, and suddenly everything is a step laid out for you. You just have to walk the distance. This makes me think of my own “wrasslin with the dragon in the maze” kinda moment. But that moment didn’t come only at hugging the dragon as opposed to slaying it, it came upon “exiting the maze”…and encountering the lion.

Yep…I thought the adventure was over, but it was only beginning.

Silly me.
^R.E.M. – Orange Crush (Official Music Video)^

Life can be overwhelming. But if you think of those “overwhelming times” also in times of joy and happiness, maybe we can distance ourselves from the current usage of this parlance as it relates to depression.

To relate, in my conversation with my oldest son last night, he was talking about their trip to Galveston, and how that he was not very fond of that trip because he pretty much had to play babysitter/chaperon since he was/is over the age of 18. But he relayed the story of seeing a dolphin on the last day just prior to leaving, and he said that upon seeing that dolphin breach the water…he was like “Oh yeah! That one thing made this whole trip worth the anguish.”

I guess we were again discussing the concept of synchronicity in a round’about kinda way…and related to him the first time I ever saw a dolphin. I told him that I was quite young, but my heart started beating so hard, that I thought it was gonna burst out of my chest, and I have no idea as to why. But I remember that experience.

Maybe there was something “more” to that experience, maybe not. It was what it was, and it is what it is.

I had completely forgotten about that experience.
^4 Non Blondes – What’s Up^


Yeah…I get the feeling that we are part of a global conspiracy.

Might even be Universal.

Maybe all the way to the top.

I have no idea what any of that means.

But I have some pretty goddamn good ideas….or maybe I don’t. /me shrugs

Maybe you have some good ideas too.

Let’s talk about them.

Or not.

Whatevz.

^Pet Shop Boys – West End Girls^


It’s almost Friday. Not really…since it’s Thursday…but it’ll be here soon. Seems to me that there is something special about the particular Friday that is tomorrow.

Can’t recall what it might be tho.

Maybe something will come up.

Maybe something will cross my mind.

Maybe not.

/me shrugs
^Aerosmith – Crazy^
ya!

cYa | cFa

^Depeche Mode – Enjoy The Silence (Single Mix)^

A special song for someone who mentioned it recently, for no other reason than as a thanks for what they do. 🙂

^Radiohead – Creep^

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Happy Easter, Dear Reader ❤

Missive From ‘Merica: The Munch Hunch

 

Another missive from The Okie Devil for you now this Sunday evening, Dear Reader…

*Let me guess… /squints… You’ve got Song lined up too, Clicky…*

*I knew it!*

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Howdy! It seems that Roob was able to finally get her post out of her system, post my quasi-getting something sort-off my unimpressive chest, post her finishing her stories, post her posting of some of mine, post me re-posting some of mine…so…I’ve got nothing better to do.

Q: What about you? You got anything better to do?

A: ???

Let’s….proceed.

^Gorillaz – Andromeda (Bonobo Remix)^

Membranes: Pressure veils?

If you think in terms of “resistance with a purpose more than simply resistance”…maybe these weird sacks that make up us, and pretty much the rest of The Universe, will make more sense.

Q: What does “the micro” NOT know about life “in the micro?”

A: I'm gonna guess for us here.

Not really gonna guess for us…but yeah…I’ve made some guesses.

I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they are prolly NOT going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.

I’m gonna relay those “guesses of the mine variety” now, but they ARE prolly going to jibe with what science says about “the particular universe” with respect to how it operates.

Long story short…prolly won’t be saying anything “earth-shattering” here. Don’t hate me just because I have convinced myself that I can swim in multiple channels at the same time, and yet am still just swimming in a single channel. It’s just a channel with multiple channels. Sound familiar? It should. We are multi-dimensional beings afterall. I think it’s difficult for some to get their heads wrapped around this concept, because they are always dissecting shit and putting it back using only their own methods. Add their interpretation of the assumed original methods of assembly without including your OWN methods of assembly…and yeah…a recipe for disaster.

EX: Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Prone….Blood Pressure Reading While Subject Is Standing.

Q1: How is “prone-position/posture” relative to “standing-position/posture?”

A1: ?¿?

Q2: What is the position of the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?

A2: ¿?¿

Q3: What is the position of the monitor monitoring the monitoring device relative to the subject’s posture?

A3: ¿??¿

Q4: How’s your posture?

A4: ?¿¿?
^Gorillaz – We Got The Power (Claptone Remix)^


So yeah…ALCOHOL!!!

Q: How does alcohol “go wherever in the FUCK it wants to go, whenever in the FUCK it wants to go there?”

A: Prolly cause it's drunk. lolz

But I’ve been thinking quite a bit about spin and spins as it relates on the micro level(s), and how that translates to spin and spins as it relates on the macro level(s) via the micro level(s) and vice versa. Yeah…me being me…all this is transpiring at the same time AND at different times…all at the same fucking time. Think of that as “Newton’s 3rd Law Run Amok.” Think “Fractals” in this respect, and suddenly that blurry fuzzy image will prolly clear up real fucking quick.

Then it’ll get fuzzy again…

then it’ll clear up again…

and so on.

Maybe think of asynchronous communication that is happening synchronously. Just not synchronously in the way that “truly” synchronistic communication is typically interpreted. Start adding adjectives without removing them at the same time…and you might fall into a rut. Not that I have any experience with that sort of thing or anything…but I digress.

I’ve been thinking of Alcohol as it relates to the body and Alcohol’s behavior in the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. I see a connection there with respect to the way in which Strontium enters the body and how it behaves within the body with respect to entering the bloodstream. Although those two sentences/scenarios are very similar, they are intentionally worded differently due to the way that these two elements enter the body.

Think intents, intentions with respect to intentional/unintentional and/or fortunate/unfortunate…

and suddenly…

we have new players in town.

^alt-J – In Cold Blood (Official Audio)^

Last night…just before midnight, the sirens started sounding around here. Since I live at the base of “Tornado Alley” in the United States, and since this is spring in The Northern Hemisphere…under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have thought a thing about it seeing as I am a seasoned veteran of “rowdy and rambunctious weather.” But that’s not the vibe from last night. Afterall, yesterday, April 7th…it appears that the country in which I live ordered an airstrike using cruise-missiles against another sovereign nation. A quick glance at “the news” revealed that this attack of ours was “to send a message to Syria.”

Q: What…are the phone lines down? Diplomatic channels having difficulties?

A: ???

“Is it snowing in space?”

– Phil The Weatherman
Movie = Groundhog Day

^The Weeknd – I Feel It Coming ft. Daft Punk^

So yeah…messages. I just know that in this part of the world, or emergency sirens mean one of two things…

A) You are about to die.

B) You are about to die.

The only thing that changes is the method and/or time/times that you may have left.

A) You are about to die via a tornado.

B) You are about to die via a nuclear attack.

Both tornadoes I guess. Just…one is a little more vertical than the other over different times. This planet of ours is spinning afterall. When spin meets spin, things get wack.

A) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos chaos.

B) Wack = WTF via WTF this shit has gone cray cray insane and completely nonsensical – chaos calm.

Sure…you prolly have a better chance of survival in a tornado than in a nuclear attack. But think about that. Ever been in a tornado? Because I don’t see the difference between the two. All timelines that converge in this manner, are…um…timely.

^Gorillaz – Rockit (Official Video)^


So let’s start at the mouth. Since I am devoid of my tonsils/adenoids, I have a special appreciation of the concept of swallowing, and the mechanics that make it both possible and impossible at different times. You prolly do to…maybe just haven’t thought about it as much as I have, or maybe you have. I don’t know…so let’s keep going.

Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment?

A: ?¿?

Afterall, the micro IS the macro of the micro. So yeah…everything that operates there prolly has a good bead on how things operate in the micro/macro, as well as the macro/macro where we live. It IS a simultaneous thing afterall…so yeah.

Q: What is the micro NOT aware of with respect to changes in it’s environment, when it is uncapable of making a distinguishment between either in either context?

A: ¿?¿

I’m gonna “take a stab at this one.”

With respect to the body in the above question? The body gets clever.

“You are oh so sly…but so am I.”
Movie = Manhunter

^LEMONSODA ラムネ (Epilepsy Warning)^


So thinking of the body as a sack of sacks, or a membrane full of membranes, I would imagine that virtually every part of the body is VERY good at sensing change and changes. Rhythm and rhythms. In my mind, this would make the body super-d-duper good at sensing pressure changes. When to allow them, and when to prohibit them, and when to not have a fucking CLUE as to how to proceed.

Pro Tip: First Clue = FOUND!
Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

Afterall…we are alive. And the purpose of life is to survive. Hence…the mystery is already solved. We just have to walk the distance now. I get the feeling that our bodies will come with us in this quest.

I wonder if we would be so kind as to accompany it in return?

Food for thought.

ANYWAYZ…yeah…the body has just detected that it has no fucking clue what to do in a certain situation under a certain set of circumstances. If you keep time in mind here, maybe the concept of “muscle memory” will make more sense. Maybe even add “Fight or Flight” in there with two additional options…”Fawn or FON.”

Fawn = duck and cover in fear because you can neither run nor fight, and whatever happens from here happens as I have no choice in the matter.

FON = I’m about to rope-a-dope your ass, because I can take any beating you can dish out.

So yeah…our body has encountered a situation in which it does not know what to do. I think it important to point out that “not knowing what to do, IS…knowing what to do…you just don’t know how to do it yet.”

Smacks of evolution and genetic change/mutation, eh?

Yeah well, in MY mind anyway…the models of DNA and how it works, makes the most complex of current scientific models look like a single node on a single node of a single transaction that requires countless numbers of similar yet different node/nodes acting in unison just to make the first motion in concert together to register the first sequence of what could be billions of billions of similar transactions over the course of nanoseconds over years. Yeah…the numbers I see here are fucking HUGE. One at time of course…but there are so many ones in there, that when I start to get exponential…the numbers boggle the mind from cell to cell, and cell type to cell type, and beyond.

If you think of tumblers in a lock, that might help a bit. But you are prolly gonna leave out time and times over time there, and that’s OK for now, but no…not really. If you are someone who is doing what I think you might be doing. Meaning: You might just be someone who is already knee-deep in this shit, feeling like you are being led-on by a complete imbecile. To your credit, you are prolly correct on all counts. Good for you.

^Gorillaz – Spitting Out The Demons (Official Audio)^

I dunno about anyone else, but I myself am so fucking knee-deep in shit I never wanted to think about, that at times I just want to fucking stop writing. But if I do that, I’m left only with thinking about this shit, and the guilt that goes with not even trying. So…I’m trying. Yeah…I have no classical training in next-level types of thinking. But yeah…I do. I went to your schools same as anyone else. But they bored me to fucking tears. When I wasn’t bored to tears, I was being beaten to tears physically by some bully. Just…part of it I guess.

But anyway, yeah…your schools…I went to them. I actually read during most of my classes. In math, I’d be reading literature. In literature, I’d be ignoring my math book and looking at some hot girl across the room who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire, even if I paid her to do it. When I was in P.E. I was prolly doing something as related to being completely disinterested in these state-mandated physical exercises that I had no ability to do whatsoever.

So what if the kid has asthma? Get the kid an inhaler…that’s what they are made for.

Very compassionate. Very exceptional behavior you have there towards the exception.

^Lorn – Acid Rain (Official Music Video)^


So looking at that previous picture above, right there with all the weird shapes and shit on it… surprisingly, what caught my eye was a static image. Seems to me that there might be something in two of those shapes that explain both the concept of a tesseract and singularities. But that’s just me.

OH, and “zero time based change” seems to be in there as well. And that would be, “something that that happens to happen, that is not based in time as we understand it”. Meaning, the concept of zero and simultaneousness where change is possible and does occur, but no time nor motion is required to facilitate this change. It just…happens.

^AC/DC What’s Next To The Moon UK Version HD^


So now that we have started to swallow via mastication and salivation, I get the feeling that there are some membranes that are functioning there to facilitate this process that is happening, as well as anticipating the facilitation of the processes to come. If we think about some X-Ray film of someone masticating and swallowing, we can think about motion with respect to classical geometry AND fractals of both repeating AND non-repeating types happening at the molecular level(s) with respect to atomic spin and spins that work in unison with everything else. We are talking about a single body that is ingesting something “foreign” afterall. But keep this contextual, and it’s maybe not so creepy or foreign. We do breathe, we do circulate, almost as if the body needs to keep moving in order to remember how to keep moving.

Thinking about light/lights and lighting now…I can only think of Malcolm Young from AC/DC and his issues with Dementia. Thinking about all of the lights and lighting that he has been around over the years. The change and changes of this light and lighting, their types, and the different types of power and powers that power them. The sound and sounds, night after night, and day after day after traveling the world, and the adjustments that he and his band mates have encountered and endured over the years.

I dunno…maybe “Dementia” is a type of Epilepsy that manifests differently. Maybe light/lights lighting has something to do with that. Maybe it effects everyone differently in the same way. I guess it just depends on the path we are on.

^Gorillaz – Revolving Doors – The Fall^

Yeah…keep that whole person, whole and intact while dissecting that person in order to keep that person whole and intact, and you just might be successful.

We do the best we can with what we have.

All we have, is each other.

^AC/DC Riff Raff UK Version HD^

I was, and am, a HUGE AC/DC fan. They were my favorite band as a kid, but I never got to see them live. Weird eh? Welp…I wasn’t allowed to go to concerts. I eventually started going anyway, but don’t tell anyone…k? 😉 Anyway, yeah, it was heartbreaking to hear what was going on with Malcolm, and I’m sure that his brother Angus has had a great deal of difficulty. As I understand it…Angus may be the star, but Malcolm is the boss. I guess Angus’s onstage antics prolly is what I relate to the most, but I honestly feel more like Malcolm or Cliff or Phil with respect to “doing what we do.” Everything that we do is hard. I dunno, maybe that’s why it’s called hard-rock. Because it looks simple, but just ask Pete Townsend if “windmilling” is easy. Dragging your fingers @ warp 7 across taught metal strings?

Yeah…what could possibly go wrong there? lolz

Anyway…yeah…Malcolm’s membrane sack full o’membrane sacks has prolly been subject to some change and changes over time. Over times over time even. Lotta changes in aircraft over the years, and that motherfucker right there has prolly been on an airplane or three. Jesus, the dude is from Australia. Australia is so far away from every fucking thing else, that it can easily alienate it’s own down self prolly. lolz. Prolly meets itself coming the other way at times. Sorry, that prolly doesn’t make much sense to some, but it makes a helluva lot of sense to me. Just thinking, that someone from Australia flies so damn far to get anywhere else, that they wind up right back in Australia because they didn’t count on the distance traveled as the Earth/Terra is spinning.

Take off at one airport

and 17 hours later

land at the same fucking airport.

Sorry….but lolz, also thinking of Admiral Byrd taking off from Antarctica, and landing at The North Pole via Agartha, then somehow winding up back in Antarctica. I bet the post-flight conversations were…interesting.

^AC/DC Up To My Neck In You UK Version HD^


We know when we are hungry, and we also have a knowledge of relative times with respect to eating and/or when we are allowed/able to actually eat. So yeah…as far as singularities go, if we work backwards on the events that have transpired to inspire us to focus on eating or drinking, it might help understand the act of eating or drinking themselves, and why they seem to work so flawlessly and effortlessly. It might also help us to think about things like Saccharin and how and why they work they way that they do within the body. Maybe even think about eating something you do not want to eat, in relation to doing something that you do not want to do. I guess mind and body ain’t so different afterall. But at the same time…yeah…they are different. VERY different. So very different, that they are almost indistinguishable.

Lemme put that a different way if that sounds confusing to some. (Damn sure it’s a confusing concept to me).

DIFFERENT + DIFFERENT = DIFFERENT DIFFERENT?

Images and imaging.
Similar, not same.

^AC/DC Kicked In The Teeth UK Version HD^


Yeah…I get the feeling that by the time whatever you just ate hits your stomach…it’s good and fucking ready for something to be there. The question is, does it know what it is? Welp…do you? You ate that whatever it is that you just ate. What was it? What was in it? Are you happy to be eating it/happy you ate it or anything else for that matter? Have you been happy lately with what you have been eating? Have others been happy with what you have been eating lately?

Here and there in my writing(s), I’ve postulated that “shutting a certain something off” from your body is going to cause it some distress. I mean, that was your intent right? To “jolt” yourself? Welp, it seems to have worked. Now what? Or had you planned that far? Me either. Sometimes we just gotta do what we feel like doing, and we’ll figure out “step 2” when and if we get there. There are some that might say that this type of thinking has a “look without leaping” or “leap without looking” kinda vibe to it. But really, who likes to jump into or off of things that we don’t want to jump off of or into? I think “eyes closed” would prolly be Standard Operating Procedure.

“Parachutes/Skydiving. Idiots intentionally jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.”

^Childish Gambino – Terrified (Official Audio)^

The body has anticipated the arrival of something, in certain areas at certain times, because your body has requested this certain something to arrive, and it has/is tracking this arrival every step of the way. Sounds almost like tracking a package via the tools that we have available to us these days. Yeah..all kinds of things like that tend to “come out” or “express themselves” in all sorts of creative ways. It just depends on how we look at things. When we are or are not allowed to look at things, those things will express themselves in some form or fashion over time. That’s why I think that hiding things is one of the best ways to single it out for detection. Because the path that got this whatever singled out for being hidden has already been singled out…the question becomes…now what?

How do we proceed? I guess that’s why it’s so easy for me to think about encryption and breaking encryption. That encryption and it’s routines have been developed over time irrespective of it’s completion time. That means the the methods and motives behind it’s development are known, which means that encryption has to be created in such a way that it can be broken deciphered. And even if you create something under the auspices of being unbreakable, that too can also be broken. If it can be assembled, it can be dissembled. Yes…even if you destroy everything as it has been created. There is ALWAYS going to be lag there. Create something that has no gaps, and you are about to be in deep shit. But that was the intent from the start, right?

^Caravan Palace – Wonderland^

Why get rid of something you might need? That’s prolly why the body works the way that it does with respect to speed and speeds and distances. Distance is another parlance for size, so yeah…spin and spins and spinning. Kinda like a spider spinning up one of its catches. How better to distinguish one thing from another, than a model or template that does just that? Yeah…a lot of chemical and electrical stuff going on within the body. But it’s not that simple. There are light and lights, and energy and energies, and transfer(s) and movement(s) and action(s) and exchange(s) that are happening “here”…that will be completed “there.” We have no idea where and what and why that may be. Because everyone is different.

Their lives are different. Their environment is different.

Similar <> Same
Similar = Similar
Similar = Same

“A” human that is…becomes “The” human that they are.

Different = Different
Flow.

^CAZZETTE – She Wants Me Dead (CAZZETTE vs. AronChupa) [Official Video] ft. The High^


Q: If I base my work on yours, does that make my work unoriginal?

A: ???

Q: If my work based on your work makes my work unoriginal, does that make your work unoriginal?

A: ?¿?

Q: What is/was your work based on, and were they unoriginal as well?

A: ¿¿¿

Yep…you’ve taught me everything I know. Thanks. 🙂

What in the FUCK does originality have to do with getting things done? I mean…I thought things were going down the shitter, and something needed to be done? What makes you the authority? The authority or the authorizor of that authority?

When and where?

^Fever The Ghost – SOURCE (official music video)^


So…can you really not get your head wrapped around the concept of your body independently making decisions? That at some point, your body encounters something in which it decides…

“Hey. I’m gonna hang on to that for a while.”

Doesn’t matter what it is, nor even whether or not the body knows what in the fuck it is or not. Because the decision has been made, for some reason, “I’m hanging on to this particular something.” Almost has a “memory” kind of ring to it. At least, that’s been my thinking with respect to the body. And not just within the DNA or even this “junk-DNA” that science talks about. We have all kinds of genetic information within us in all kinds of places. What we tend to ignore are the transactions themselves, and the transactions that transact to facilitate these transactions.

Yes…there are certain specific purposes within certain areas of the body. But why wouldn’t a membrane, such as “the blood-brain barrier”…actually NEED to be breached. Perhaps even…request to be be breached. To allow something through, that normally should not be allowed through. When you think about the energies and fields that surround us internally and externally, both within and of the body itself, and without and through the body itself. We are part of our environment.

Maybe that’s why we sometimes look at things in such a disposable manner.

Eat, Sleep, Shit, Fuck, Die. Welp…it’s a start.

Now ya just gotta figure out those blank spaces. Kinda…”fill in the blanks” kinda thing. Kinda pass/fail in a more forgiving manner. Maybe we get to try again, maybe not.

/me shrugs
Whatevz
^Flume – Fantastic feat. Dave Glass Animals^

I called my mother to check on her earlier today, after last night’s air-raid sirens “scare.” She was unfazed, all chipper and happy sounding, and headed out the door to practice her Easter Cantata music with her church choir. She’s the church pianist, so…yeah. She fucking LOVES Easter and Christmas. That means music, and a shitload of it. Or ‘sheetload’, if you’ll pardon the musical parlance. But anyway, yeah, unfazed by the sirens. She said that “she thought that she heard them, but didn’t think anything of it.” Yeah…we’re kinda…numb to sirens around these parts. Not like you can do anything at that point.

Imma go play some Plants vs. Zombies.

^Caravan Palace – Rock It For Me^


Have a great Saturday evening/Sunday day.

cYacFa

^OMORI – Pure Imagination^

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*Hmm… I guess the signs were there, Clicky…*

trump fired

*Said the President to the missile…*

*Yes but who’s curiosity, Clicky?

…/waits…

Okay, another time, then…*

Missive From ‘Merica: Inner Resting Time & Times Over Time

Yesterday afternoon I took some time out to reacquaint myself with an old movie that I hadn’t watched in over 20 years. The previous evening my good friend, Cade, had mentioned that the film is heading for a remake

*No shit! It’s all in the reflexes, Clicky… /sigh…*

No doubt the remake will be a CGI ‘mcmasterpiece’ but I can’t but stop and wonder, Why?

*YeeuP! You’re probably right there, Clicky…*

Cade also sent through a new missive, which Clicky and I are delighted to reproduce below, so sit back, relax and enjoy as The Okie Devil gets a few things off his chest…

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I was just about to start writing some shit.

Seems that has happened in a sorta-kinda successful way.

So…let’s see how the rest of this here particular adventure goes.

Q: Does my method of beginning a post, get boring?

A: <email me your answers to mypersonalemail@myemailaddress.fu>

Or not.

Whatevz.
^Arcade Fire – Reflektor (Live At Earls Court)^

Do you have anything in particular on your mind you wanna talk about? Me too. Although nothing currently comes to mind. Guess we’ll just have to rely on each other’s creative and ingenuity to get us through this particular section. Maybe you just came here for the weird pictures and weirder music and skip over the text-based sections. Maybe you skip directly to the comments section and see what no one isn’t talking about, and don’t make any comments of your own on what is not being said. Maybe you get bored and start looking for something else to not do. I dunno. I can only guess. So I guess I’ll just have to use my own best judgement.

lolz...that'll prolly work out just DANDY!!!
^Raven – Chainsaw – BBC TV^


Speaking of disasters just looking for a place to happen…lessee here…where was I going with this? I mean…I want to write. I feel like writing, but nothing is coming out. Nothing is coming up. Maybe those clouds I saw moving in from the west earlier, were nothing but clouds. I mean yeah…it’s moisture going somewhere important. I don’t doubt that. But it’s spring here and we’ve only gotten one really big storm so far this year, and one sorta-big-ish storm that was more rain than anything. Not that I’m complaining. But it’s difficult to watch the storms when it’s raining like crazy.

I dunno. Maybe I have nothing left to say.
^Anvil – Metal On Metal (Live)^

Let’s get Moody.

Tuesday Moody kinda moody.

Actually…today is Thursday… actually…not anymore, since it’s 01:24 in the morning on Friday the 7th of April.

But meh...Tuesday Moody it is.
^Tuesday Afternoon by The Moody Blues^

I guess I’ve been thinking about laws and regulations and governments and governing quite a bit lately. Primarily…if you as a leader/lawmaker and leading and making laws that tell others what NOT to do…erm…isn’t that kinda…contradictory? I mean…you are getting to do what you want to do…right? Making laws and leading is what you want to do. Just kinda weird to make a profession out of doing what you want to do by telling others what they cannot do. And you get to get all clever and creative with the law and laws and legislating. Make all kinds of rules that govern the rules and rulers, and also, govern the governed in a way that makes them incapable of exception, until they are an exception that someone finds exceptionally exceptional. Usually, that someone is someone that is in the same or a similar role as you, and so that tends to make the exceptional rather non-exceptional according to your own rules. As if you can build something so exceptionally strong and unyielding, that nothing and no one can move it. Can’t be moved eh? Oh yeah?

Q: How’d it get there?

A: ?¿?
^Lifelike- So Electric (Roller Disco Edit)^

All of the fear that I see in the media, irrespective of type of media and perspective(s) on those different types of media and their legitimacy, I don’t see it. The fear that they are talking about? I don’t see it. Almost like staring at “your weird neighbor that doesn’t talk to anyone” for hours on end each day, in the event that they do something something suspicious or crazy. Yeah…sounds like NO ONE in your neighborhood is doing ANYTHING AT ALL THAT COULD BE QUALIFIED AS SUSPICIOUS OR CRAZY!!! Cept for that one weird neighbor who doesn’t talk to anyone. Gee…I wonder why THAT is? Maybe you and your other neighbors’ previous “conversations” with this person have been a little…erm…interrogative. Oh yeah sure sure…I know…you just want to get to know them. Your motives sound wholesome and completely legit. Carry on. (Oh…and shhhhhh….but let me know what you find out about that weirdo!)

No fear here.

No fear at all.

No fear whatsoever.

Nothing to see here.

Move along.
^LIFELIKE “Your Tiny Mind”^

No wonder that delivery drivers throw shit on your porch and run instead of hand-delivering shit. You’ve got “security cameras” surrounding your home, inside and out. Who the FUCK is it that you don’t trust? Cause that seems like a fucking metric FUCKTON of trust to me. I don’t want video cameras all over my house, inside OR out. Maybe I am misinterpreting things here, but it sounds to me like the only person and or persons that you don’t trust in proximity to wherever it is that you live? Yeah…YOU. That means you don’t trust anyone else either. Moreover, it sounds as if you have so adopted that “it’s just a matter of time until I catch someone doing something” philosophy, that all you are interested in…is vengeance. “Justice” you may call it. Someone steals from you, they should be punished. Fair enough. Or is it? “Lotta things wrong with this country” some say.

O RLY? Who is saying this, who are they saying it to, and how are they saying it?

I mean…OBVIOUSLY they are someone hooked up to a respirator in a hospital.

How can they speak? You can’t speak when hooked up to one of those things.

I wonder who manufactures that particular respirator?

I wonder who maintains it?

I wonder who that person is that keeps coming into the room and fiddling with those knobs on that machine?
^Neil Young & Johnny Depp (Dead Man) – Original Soundtrack Long Version^


Oh…I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve there? I thought there were a lot of things wrong with this country, and we needed to talk about them? Or do you wanna just point at the living corpse and go find someone to pay? Cause it sounds to me like someone already paid. Is still paying. Lotta paying going on there. And no…time does not heal all wounds. Not in the manner that many seem to perceive that particular quip. But it’s a start. Sounds like someone beat someone else to the punch there. Maybe even started without us.

Maybe we aren’t what we do.

Maybe we are what we’ve done.

Le yikes...sounds like someone is done for.
^Fantastic Plastic Machine – On a Chair^

If you expect me to walk with you in your moment and moments of pain, why can I not do this for others? Why do you get to choose who, and who not, that I should walk with for a little while. Ya want something from me when ya want it, and ya don’t want anything from me when ya don’t want it. Both are wanting. I mean…when I apply the preceding to my own personal life? Yeah…I melt.

Motherfucking MELT.

I’ve gotten so much shit wrong in my life, that I’ve just about convinced myself that the only thing that I am capable of getting right IS GETTING SHIT WRONG CORRECTLY! lolz. How sad eh? Some might think that. But I don’t. I mean…I’ve never really planned on raising my arms to heaven in some sort of spiritual victory gesture, then sitting down and never doing anything ever again. How fucking boring is that? I mean sure, I’m pretty laid back and chill, and I like to hang out and just “ponder the yonder”…but it’s because there is always something else. Always…one more thing. I dunno. That’s how I see life anyway. If there is something to be done, and I am the person to do it? Goddamnit…it’s getting done. I’m kinda “ferocious” in that way.

Q: Dude…how in the FUCK do you know when “something needs to be done?”

A: Don't you? You're the one with all the questions.

I’m more of a “how am I gonna do this” kind of person. Because once I get to the “how question”…the “why question” has pretty much already been answered via the “who question.” If I am involved in anything, in any way shape or form…there is a reason. Maybe even…reasons.

It’ll go to shit from there. (Reason and reasoning be damned).

I wonder if that is my problem?
^Nylon- When You Love Someone (Lifelike Remix)^


I was briefly speaking with someone the other day regarding motion. Specifically…sea-sickness, or motion sickness. I mentioned that I do not get motion sickness/sea-sick. But I do get car-sick. Or at least, sometimes. I also mentioned that I used to get car-sick all the time when I was a kid. The person that I was talking with commented…”probably because you couldn’t see where you were going.” And I was like, yeah…that. But also, I mentioned that my parents were always perplexed at my paradoxical ease and difficulty.

EX: My parents we always like…

“Put that damn kid on a ride that spins in every direction possible at the same time, and he’ll have a smile on his face that you couldn’t erase with sandpaper. Put that kid in car going in a straight line, and he’s sick as dog as soon as the car starts rolling.”

The comment regarding “not seeing where you are going” got me to thinking about the pressurized nature of cars. I’d always do fine if a window was down, or even cracked open a bit. But with the windows up? <shudder> I mean…you are riding in a sealed car through all kinds of pressure and pressures, and all kinds of pressure changes as we drive in our cars. Granted…we want to keep the rain/snow/elements out so that our in-car stereo’s clock doesn’t short out. But were we really designed with pressure changes like this in mind? Because whether we were designed by a higher intelligence/God/gods, or whether we are some kind of universal fluke…the weather is important in that development regardless. No wonder we can basically classify ourselves as nothing more than a sack full o’sacks. Lotta membranes there.

Layer, upon layer, upon layer.

And speaking of layers and lairs…

let’s talk about religion!!!

^Perturbator – Technoir (feat. Noir Deco)^


Would you like some more music? K…I’ll insert another song here for no particular reason other than it came up in the random playlist that I currently listening to on YouTube.

^Jagwar Ma – Let Her Go (Live on KEXP)^

Let’s do two random-assed songs since this next one made an impression on me as well.

^Chaos Chaos – My Hands (Live on KEXP)^

Hows bouts a trifecta?

Go ahead...give it a tri.
^Daniel Lanois – “Sioux Lookout”^


So I’ve been thinking about this “911/119” that I’ve been seeing here and there recently. Yes…I see that kind of shit. But I have to give this shit a think before adding my own personal shit to the existing shit. Keeps it contextual and applicable when and whereso.

Anyway…I got thinking about my upbringing with respect to prophecy in The Book of Revelations. Everyone is always “The Beast this” and “The Beast that” and “what is The Beast” and blah blah blah blah blah. Lotta mysetery there eh?

Mysteries...even.

Anyway…yeah…it got me to thinking about all this business about “The Anti-Christ” which appears to be so damn popular, among the many other mysteries of that particular section of The Bible. And it occurred to me to maybe think about all of my studies, and all of the other people’s studies that has been proposed here and there, and relate those particular studies to the studies that I have heard espoused from the pulpit(s) of many preachers/pastors in my time and times at church or within other religious streams. This made me think of all of the crazy speculative shit that has been postulated, such as…I’ve even heard one “scholar” go so far as to say that “The Anti-Christ must be a homosexual, because there is no mention in The Bible of this man having any women around him.” <sigh> You gotta be SHITTING me!!! That was my thoughts then, and my thoughts now anyway. Primarily because, “at the point in time where this Anti-Christ dude is doing whatever in the fuck they are going to be doing? Yeah…they’re already here, doing whatever in the fuck it is that they are going to be doing, which means that it’s already done.” So what in the FUCK are you looking for?

So yeah…back to “The Beast.”

You want it?

You’ll get it.

See “The Beast” yet?

No?

Find a mirror if you have one handy and are feeling adventurous in your “”soul searching.”

If you look for something...you will find it.
^Daniel Lanois – Jimmy Was^


Heddy stuff eh? Welp…it occured to me yesterday, that all of this “looking for doomsday” bullshit that I just CANNOT…FUCKING…GET AWAY FROM ANYWHERE…has rubbed me just about completely, and totally fucking raw. I’ve been “living in the shadow of doomsday” my entire fucking life. “The Secularists” want to kill me. “The Religious” want to kill me. “The…”…no wait…that covers everyone…right? “Secularists and Religious? Doesn’t that…just about cover 100% of everyone. I mean, yeah sure…there are several “100 percents” there to consider using my own special blend of wonky whacked-out -1/0/1 based mathematics.

100% of The Secularists.

100% of The Religious.

Yep…that’s everyone!!! So yeah…um…back to “The Beast.” Erm…

Q: Which one?

A: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah…that’s right…which one damnit?

Which one do you wanna see?

Which one do you not wanna see?

Did you look in the mirror?

I have.

I see The Beast.

Eyes glowing red with fury.

And sometimes…not so much.

Just chomping at the bit…either way.

Waiting on you and your decision(s).

This is…at your behest, at your request, and for your benefit afterall.

I thought you wanted to know?

Q: Now what?

A: ...
^Daniel Lanois – Still Water^


So yeah anyway…not to sound too schizophrenic or anything…but, let’s change the subject and talk about something else now that I’ve quasi-gotten that off my chest.

^Daniel Lanois-The Maker^

I mean really you fucking idiots. Are you going to be happy with unraveling the mystery and mysteries contained in ancient texts? Especially those dealing with “doomsday types of scenarios?” What? Are you gonna post it on your Facebook? Gonna send out a Tweet? Yeah right…what could POSSIBLY go wrong there? lolz

If You Are Correct: YOU = FUCKED!!!

If You Are Incorrect: YOU = FUCKED!!!

Make that “you = fucked” kinda flexi-interchangeable with “we = fucked”…and all of a sudden…your followers on Twitter and all your Facebook “Friends” are gonna drop you like a bad habit, no matter what the outcome is.

So…think about this while you and your gang are out riding around searching for mysteries to unravel…

Q: What if God/the gods do indeed exist, but they’ve had a change of heart?

A: SAY...FUCKING...WHAT?!?!?!?!?

I mean…if there is a God, according to The Bible at least…only “The Father” knows when “The Shit Will Indeed Hit The Fan” and will also “MAKE IT SO“. Right?

Sounds kinda…”timed” to me.

I wonder if there is shit going on that might make God…appear a little…”indecisive”…for lack of a better term.

I mean…the crazy fuck invented this place…what makes you so sure he’s in a big fucking hurry to tear it a new asshole? That’s always bothered me. Creation and Destruction doesn’t seem to jibe with each other in the way and ways that it’s described by others. What if “God’s Clock” ain’t set to go off for millions of years from now? Are you really so high up on God’s “good graces list” that he/she/it sends you his interstellar itinerary? Jesus Fucking CHRIST!!! How much printer paper do you have? You’d need a fucking OCEAN of printer-ink to print out all that shit.

Which reminds me…what type of printer do you have? It must be HELLA reliable.

That's quite the endorsement for whoever made that brand/model of printer.
^Paul Keeley – I can´t (stop)^


When I was fairly young, Stephen King addressed a scary concept for me regarding “The Anti-Christ” that really blew my mind. In his book “Carrie”…there was a mention of “Carrie’s Father” always carrying a pistol around with him in the event that he bumped into The Antichrist. When I read that…it blew my fucking mind. I mean…it made sense to me personally, because I was raised around “religious zealots of this type” in my formative years. Formative Years? What in the FUCK kind of unkind concept is that? This horseshit that we become “locked-in” around the age of 7? Horseshit. How many 0-7 year old kids are in college? None? Why is that? Can’t teach em anything past 7 or so, so why bother?

Your system and systems are fucked.

Don’t think so?

For any Americans reading this…

Q: What is your annual budget?

A: Say WHAT?!?!? Which one dude? Be specific.

I was specific you stupid redneck gal or guy. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?

For any of our other World Citizens reading this…

Q: What is your annual budget?
A: I SAY ol' chappy?!?!? Which one, Yank? Be more specific if you don't mind.

I was specific old boy or girl. Thanks for answering our question for us. Let’s move on shall we?

^Marco Lys – Kama (Original Mix)^

Q: How do you kill someone who cannot be killed?

A: DUDE! What if I shoot someone who says they cannot die right in the fucking face, and they die?!?!?

Welp, sounds to me like you are prolly headed for prison. Or at least on a long journey through some legal system of some kind.

BTW...Way to go. You sure showed them.

Better hope you don’t bump into them down the road. That would suck. They’re somehow back up and fit-as-a-fiddle, and you are headed for jail.

Sucks to be you.
^Hybrid – Last Man Standing^

Do you really care who solves you and your planet’s problems? Or do you just want them to get solved? Because if you just want them solved? Sounds to me like the system and systems are already in place for that kind of path. Let your local representatives know what you want and/or need. I mean, that’s what they are there for right? To represent you and your needs? If they don’t help you get what you need, find someone who will and vote them into office at the next election. It’s that simple as far as I understand it. But you can’t just vote every 1 or 2 or 4 years and expect to have your needs met if government is the only method for meeting your needs. You gotta be specific, and you gotta stay involved. You know, you can actually call your legislators on the telephone. You can write them letters. They will respond. It may not be the response you want or need…but they will respond. They are people afterall. And not just “at the end of the day.” Most of them are people 24/7 as far as I can tell.

^Pogo – Symphony #69^


That reminds me. At lunchtime today…I addressed the topic of “surveillance” with whatshername since she let slip the other day that she has an app on her phone which she uses, that allows her to track all of these phones and their locations at all times. She was marveling at the convenience of setting up something called a “geo-fence” around certain homes, and she will get a text message any time that one of the phones leave or arrive at that particular location. <le fucking YIKES!!!>

How creepy. 😐

Anyway, I mentioned something about government agencies in this country monitoring/reading all emails and phone calls. She got rather angry and said,

“Well…if they have that kind of free time to listen to my phone calls and read my emails…more power to them. I’m gonna start emailing loads weird shit on purpose to create more work for them.”

Great idea.

But I suggested… “Why not start a letter writing campaign instead? Hand-write and mail letters to The CIA/NSA/FBI that simply say “stop reading my emails!” and send those like daily. The irony will not be lost on them.”

She and my daughter laughed.

I had never heard the term “geo-fence” nor did I know that it was possible in the way that she described it.

I looked up “geo-fence” and found something called “geo-fencing.”

Geo-fence

I have had enough of fences.

I have decided that the cellphone is not going with me.

^Wilkinson – Afterglow live at T in the Park 2014^

Now why would someone get pissed at someone tracking someone on something that is “theirs?” Supposed to be mine anyway. No one calls me on it. I’ve only accessed The Internet on it once. I carry it “for emergency purposes” at her request, because we have children. Sure I know that cellphones can be tracked. How in the fuck do you think it receives calls in the first place? But being able to do something, and actually doing something? Yeah…there’s a difference. Don’t tell me there isn’t a difference, because the entirety of law and laws are based on that premise. In my mind, I should be able to walk to the border of my country, and moonwalk up and down that motherfucker…and as long as I don’t cross that line…we’re good. Not that I can moonwalk or anything. But I digress.

^Don’t Bring Me Down by ELO with Lyrics^


The Synchros have really been spinnin’ over the last few weeks. It feels like my spine is under enough pressure that it’s eventually gonna shoot right out of the top of my head. I guess Kundalini has a tiger by the tail here, and is trying to make it both fun AND funny. I mean, I can understand why. This shit HURTS! And I have a pretty good sense of humor with respect to myself. Especially when I am disrespecting myself. The image of Kundalini yanking on my tailbone so hard, that my body’s knots all unwind in one direction, and wind up in another direction under so much pressure…that when she let’s go of my tailbone? My spine is gonna shoot right out of the top of my head at Mach 200k+…lolz.

My spine is pretty fucked-up. It’s sure baffled the shit out of some doctors. But I’ve learned a lot from their advice, wisdom and expertise. I just hope that I am able to return the favor somehow. Somehow figure out a way to relay what I have learned. I mean yeah…that’s what I’ve been doing in my writing(s). But I get the feeling that very few read what I write…and maybe that’s a good thing. Some scary shit, to be sure. That said, there are those that I have encountered over the past few years that have helped immensely. I hope that I can, and am, returning that favor as well. Nothing like a compete fuckup in the mix, that specializes, and can assist, with shit getting completely out of control. Shit might get kinda…calm…at that point. Allow a little time for reflection. Maybe even some discussion. I dunno tho. I prolly won’t be there.

^Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video)^


I’ve been trying not to think about a lot of the shit that is going on inside me. I mean…I can feel it, and I can see some of it, some I can even imagine…but most I can’t actually see…so I just have to trust. Trusting your own gut instincts regarding your guts…whodathunkit?

The feeling in my feet and legs is weird. It comes and goes…but sometimes…it feels like…I dunno…feeling? My skin is coming off by the bucketful, so yeah…I remain skeptical about our epidermis being replaced every 30 days. If I am right about some of this rheumatic types of shit that I am seeing, some of this skin is as old as I am. Nevermind the, what appears to be anyway, leftover adhesive types of goody from bandages that have covered certain large parts of my anatomy here and there over my life.

Is it possible that I am misinterpreting what I am seeing and experiencing? Well sure dummy. Anything is possible. But how many people have to give you weird “WTF??!?!” types of looks before you start wearing long-sleeve shirts and toboggans out in public because of those who have given you double-takes in public previously, due to them seeing…”the storms.” I know they are weird looking. Some are REALLY fucking weird looking. But it has allowed and afforded me some insight into what I believe is how my body really works. I mean yeah…I’m well aware that my particular body has worked it’s ass off over the course of my life. It’s a great little machine of wonder and amazement to me. I cannot believe that I have made it as far as I have. But yeah…I can.

^Captain Beefheart Upon The My O My Old Grey Whistle Test 1974^

I actually question my methods, modes and motives quite a bit.

Mediate on it even.

Just kinda…loud…when I am “meditating.”

I hope I do this right.

Srsly.

Just…making it up as I go as best I can.

I hope I do this correctly.

Srsly.
^African music from Sahara – Boat montage^

Hang in there whoever you are.

^Bambi Lee Savage — Darlin’^


cYacFa

^Kenny Loggins- This Is It (1979)^

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*/offers tissue… Alright? Blimey, Clicky… Well and truly covered …/dabs gingerly…*