Missive From ‘Merica: No.72

Dear Reader, I’m not gonna fuck about with a witty title today – it’s been that kind of day…

I was 15 minutes late for work this morning having got stuck in traffic, in a narrow side street, behind a skip swap…

*No, Clicky, skip swap. More than one skip… And it was not that fast…*

Once I arrived at work, I had to wait a fucking age for a lift because only 3 were working…

*No, I work on the 8th floor… that 16 flights of stairs, Clicky… You take the fucking stairs…*

Once in the office I set my PC up, made a coffee and started preparing for a day of A Level excitement when…

… An emergency fire drill. So, I filed all the way downstairs with several hundred colleagues. It had been overcast all morning but now it had decided to rain…

*Well, that’s as maybe Clicky, but I then you didn’t have to walk up 16 fucking flights of stairs afterwards because several hundred people, trying to get into the 3 working lifts, meant an incredibly long wait…/sigh…*

Anyhoo… It’s just been one of those days, so please enjoy the following missive from Cade, the Okie Devil in Texas. It’s his 72nd, but I guess you kinda know that already…

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If I had a nickel for every time that I said …”if I had a nickel for every time”… I’d have a surplus of deficits…of nickels…and surpluses and deficits of them.

Or something.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!

^Melvins – Revolve (Music Video)^

Apologies for skipping the typical greetings and jumping to straight to the social graces of being apologetic for lack of social graces in the greeting department…but I have things on my mind. Things…like…black holes.

Q: When we are beyond the calculable, what is the standard currency for calculation?

A: ?¿HuH¿?

I guess this is why space travel is such a mystery to me. If observation is not the point of exploration, and elimination of mystery is the point of exploration…what’s the point?

Seems to me that it becomes an exercise in what went right.

Meaning...we are obsessed with being correct. 

Yeah, this week, I’ve been watching some stuff I’ve already seen about space travel, but what best sums up the thoughts I’m trying to express here is a documentary about Australia. Primarily because I’ve been thinking a great deal about rocks and motion as it pertains to inter-dimensional overlap.

What in the FUCK is "interdimensional overlap"...you might ask? 

Welp…the existence of the micro within the macro is gonna be the first thought.

Think of an atom that is here on Earth/Terra, embedded in some rock…but this atom is actually entangled with/connected to something outside of our solar system. It’s just sitting here chillin’ for a while before moving on.

^The Secrets of the Ordovician Age – Documentary^

Lotta red and orange sand, soils and clay in Australia. Which is weird, because there a lots of red sand, soils and clay in Texas and Oklahoma. I wonder if there is a connection there? I dunno…got me to thinking about stalactites and stalagmites, and more vertical pushes and pulls of gravity/gravities as it relates to subduction.

Yeah...more straight up and down over time over times. 

Our planet does seem to spin. It even wobbles. And what is up at noon, is down 12 hours later, and back to up 12 hours after that…

so…yeah…

…lateral gravity waves that can be as finite as a single atom pushing here and pulling there, in more comprehensible/acceptable timelines. Not that I think you strive to commercialize everything. But you will publish your findings will you not?

Q: Where?

A: ...

Yeah…thinking that continents appearing and disappearing may have more to do with more than just rising/falling sea levels and plate tectonics. Lotta changes have happened over the last 12,500 years, and all of those changes are unique.

Maybe if you think along the lines of gasses within solids and/or fluidic solids, like frozen methane in seawater, the soup within our planet will make more sense as to why it’s prolly not what we think it is. Not all the time anyway.

^Deep Forest – Deep Forest Sweet Lullaby official video^

So yeah…black holes of the micro variety. If these are in fact destroyed at the moment of creation by these high-energy machines, how can you be sure that they actually originated here?

Therefore, how can you be sure that they are able to be destroyed OR created?

Maybe they are able to be moved…but can be neither created nor destroyed. They can be summoned…if you will.

I know, I know…you don’t like that thought AT FUCKING ALL!!!

Welp…what makes you think that I do? Cause I can assure you, I don’t. I like it even less when I think about where I’m going next.

Q: Is it possible for a micro black hole to become entangled with a human or other life form?

A: ...

Yeah…I wonder about “the storms” and “the storms within storms” as it relates to the more casual participant. If you think “chromium in water”… here, maybe this,  erm, unfortunate participant, won’t seem like such a stretch.

^Led Zeppelin – Four Sticks (1972 Bombay Sessions)^
So what's this business all about?

Welp…light more than anything. Along with gamma rays. So yeah, it’s kinda about speed(s) and how these pertain to wormholes of various kinds. So, yeah, novae…and maybe they aren’t what we think they are. I mean, the best way to extinguish a fire is via detonation, but this does not use up available fuel…let alone all of it. As a matter of fact, this tends to preserve energy/fuel(s) more than anything.

So thinking contextually about a single microscopic singularity that consisted of everything in a single point just prior to the big bang … um…

Q: Where were you?

A: !!!

Contextually, you were more when than where. BUT you were still where, so contextually… how small was this microscopic singularity? I mean, if you were able to view it then from where you were then – when then was then – how small was it?

What I am stumbling around is this notion of the creation of a machine that allows for time-travel more along the lines of how we currently view it.

Meaning...past is past, present is present, future is future. 

But you make a lot of assumptions about time there. Especially as time relates to matter.

EX: We’re gonna count to one(1). But this one(1)/this particular one(1), yeah, it’s going to take us a while to count it. That’s because this particular one(1) is going to be a measure of distance from one side of The Universe to the other. Trillions of trillions of years are going to elapse elsewhere, all while we ourselves travel from zero to one.

^Robert Plant | ‘Big Log’ | Official Music Video^

I guess I’m seeing some things that maybe science doesn’t want to see, because they assume that these things are prohibitive or inhibiting.

Welp…as much as government is in bed with science, we’re going to have to bring up self-restraint here since you are going to be contradictory with your application(s) of what is acceptable, and when via who. Prolly why there is such a desire to segment and separate. It opens new pathways of exploration of the same goddamn premises and concepts via different modes and mediums.

Sorry…but that dog don’t hunt. It doesn’t change a goddamn thing.  I don’t expect you to have answers for me personally, but I get the feeling that you are gonna have a shitload of them for me at some point, whether I want them or not.

^DOPE LEMON – Honey Bones^

Can’t help where or when or what you were born…but you can. And if you can help yourself get to wherever it is that you want to go…then…maybe I can help.

Just because someone is trying to rationalize something familiar, using modes and methods that are less familiar, doesn’t make it different.

But yeah...it does. 

Afterall, it isn’t you…you’re just along for the ride. May I suggest shock-troops and water cannons? It’s the only way. Well…according to your own system and methods it appears to be the only way…so…what are you waiting for? Burn it all. That’s what you designed this shit for.

Good thinking.
^Good Morning – Warned You^

We all wanna be right, then kick up our feet and just sit around being right. Leaves plenty of time for telling everyone else how wrong they are, and then everyone and everything will be alright.

^Ruby Haunt – Honey^

I’ve been watching the following video/listening to this song repeatedly over the last week, and it got me to thinking about the movie The King’s Speech.

Why? 

Welp…making a deficit an asset. I mean, the girl has a mouth full of braces…which HAS to be painful and/or uncomfortable enough without moving your mouth/jaw, let alone trying to sing. BUT…you got this fire in you to sing. So…you adapt. It’s amazing where creativity comes from sometimes.

^Suburban Lawns — Janitor^

This gets me to thinking about wheels a bit. More along the lines of cogs. Which has me to thinking about acne.

Yep...acne. 

Especially in people that are growing/changing. I mean, have you really thought about what it takes to facilitate this change/these changes, or is everything blemish and blight?

Prolly much more to growing pains than just or simply…growing pains. Throw shaving in there, and this is prolly gonna help explain this “swelling” process that so many seem to encounter around and between the ages of 20-25 or so.

Marcella: You know, when you started getting invited to your ten year high school reunion, time is catching up.

Martin Q. Blank: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?

Marcella: Well, I never really thought about it quite like that.

Martin Q. Blank: Did you go to yours?

Marcella: Yes, I did. It was just as if everyone had swelled.

Movie = Grosse Pointe Blank

The first time she said that last line, the first time I saw that movie…it really stuck with me. The more I thought about it, and associated that “swelling” thought with my own troubles and travails…it really started to resonate.

At some point, the body is going to rebel. It’s going to start to wonder aloud, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?” with respect to repetitive injury/injuries. Especially when the “healing modes and methods” are triggered within us, and shortly after, they are stymied (think aftershaves, lotions, chemicals, etc.).

I mean, I don’t use soap(s) hardly at all anymore, and yes, I realize that I prolly don’t smell like apple blossoms and/or fragrant spring orchids and/or worn leather…but am I supposed to? I read the back of the Head & Shoulders bottle, while I was taking a shit the other day…and it got me to wondering why my body is devoid of these chemicals if I need them so badly.

^Depeche Mode – Rush (Convoy Emergency RMX)^

Job 14: v 8-9
Genesis 8: v 21
Genesis 27: v 27
Psalm 115: v 6
Isaiah 3: v 24
Daniel 3: v 27
Daniel 2: v 37

Sorry…but anything that you take away from me, I am going to spite you for it. Knowledge and wisdom are where they are, when they are. Take that ability from me, and yes, I will hate you for it.

^Boston-Smokin^

A hundred times ten

have I descended the dark way that led into light,

and as many times have I ascended from the

darkness into the light my strength and power renewed.”

Keep thou not silent when evil is spoken for Truth

like the sunlight shines above all.

He who over-steppeth the Law shall be punished,

for only through Law comes the freedom of men.

Cause thou not fear for fear is a bondage,

a fetter that binds the darkness to men.”

Many the stars I passed in my journey,

many the races of men on their worlds;

some reaching high as stars of the morning,

some falling low in the blackness of night.”

Ages to come shall see revival of wisdom

to those who shall inherit thy place on this star.

They shall, in turn, come into wisdom

and learn to banish the darkness by Light.

Yet greatly must they strive through the ages

to bring unto themselves the freedom of Light.”

Know ye, O man, that thy form is dual,

balanced in polarity while formed in its form.

Know that when fast on thee Death approaches,

it is only because thy balance is shaken.

It is only because one pole has been lost.”

Three are the hindrances:

lack of endeavor to obtain knowledge;

non-attachment to god; attachment to evil.

In man, the three are manifest.

Three are the Kings of power within.

Three are the chambers of the mysteries,

found yet not found in the body of man.”

Lots to think about there.
^MODERN ENGLISH ~ Someone’s Calling^

If it has fallen to you, for whatever reason, to pass along what you have learned, how does one do that?

Snot as easy as it may sound. 

Gonna be all kinds of people lined up to tell you how to proceed, what to do, how to do it, guidelines, rules, regulations, methods… blah, blah, motherfucking blah.

“And he put the wood in order, and cut the bullock in pieces, and laid him on the wood, and said, Fill four barrels with water, and pour it on the burnt sacrifice, and on the wood.”

1st Kings 18: v 33

Prolly some other stuff going on there, eh? How else do you learn? But I’m thinking of the need for some to find their own way. There’s still gonna be a shitload of hand-holding going on there at times. Some crazy fuck may even have you completely and totally convinced that they are indeed holding your hand…but you are actually operating on your own, with no assistance whatsoever. Might make it easier to deal with watching you stumble and fall when and if you do.

What am I talking about here? Simple…ones and zeros…same as always. Ones and zeros are ridiculously fucking dynamic, and sometimes not so much. That said, I still think that there are no answers to be had. ESPECIALLY when you come to me with a motherfucking SHITLOAD of answers you’ve already found, and these answers are only eclipsed in number by the FUCKTON of questions that you still have.

I mean...what did you expect these answers to do for you? 

If you want to kick your feet up and chill, buy a goddamn footstool and chair, and kick your fucking feet up and chill.

Mystery = SOLVED! Chill!

^Filter- Hey man nice shot^

Back to black holes…I think that maybe these pathways that allow light to travel further and faster than we think, are prolly overlooked for ease of what we CAN see. But I think that diffusion, contextually, is gonna kick us in the ass in the long run there. There is no long path, nor short path, just…the path that is there.

I still don’t know what I have to offer, other than maybe some crazy theories that may make some fodder for science fiction stories. But it’s the machinery that really baffles me. Like this short vid that I saw this week that shows a robot struggling with a box, then eventually dropping the box, knocking a bunch of shit over in the process, then falling down and busting it’s own ass. You robot designers seem to have the technique down pat.

But for what reason? 

What are you really looking for? And don’t give me this bullshit about replacing lost limbs on war vets and/or eliminating future war injuries by replacing human soldiers with robots. This is about power and powers. All kinds of powers and energies. Not trying to piss on your parade, but do you care that you are pissing on mine?

Just askin'.
^Melissa Etheridge – I’m The Only One (Music Video)^

Meh…

…ain’t no heart like a broken heart.

I gots no answers.

^Robert Plant | ‘In the Mood’ | Official Music Video^

“And the ass saw me, and turned from me these three times: unless she had turned from me, surely now also I had slain thee, and saved her alive.”

Numbers 22: v 33

What does that mean? 

Welp…give The Book of Numbers a whirl. It’s actually a damn interesting read if you think about all those people as individuals. Maybe try to associate these people with a sister, brother, father, mother, aunt, uncle of your own…then think about these people as…glup…people.

Yeah…they all dressed like Druid Hippies, who were tripping balls on acid and had no Hendrix or Jopplin to listen to…but they prolly had their own crazy music to listen to…so you can prolly still relate.

I’m a lazy fuck, too, and would prefer to have everything handed to me and be done with it. But it hasn’t worked out that way for me. Based on my experience, it hasn’t worked out that way for anyone else either, but I tend to be an optimist like that. Yeah…I consider that optimism. And not in a “misery loves company” kind of way either. I just see some things on the horizon that are going to make cancer and cancer-related ailments seem like a 24 hour virus by comparison. And that’s not to diminish anyone with cancer, nor their suffering.

But this romance with immortality is gonna bust some asses whether you like it or not. Have you ever really considered immortality outside of the relief of your immediate fear of death and the unknown(s) that follow it? Yeah…I get the feeling that “the gods”…assuming they even exist…are in bondage 24/7, and they will be in that bondage forever.

Might wanna give time and times over time a thought or two there as you ponder the thought of being God or being a god. Whether or not they are real, the concept is real enough…

Therefore "if" gods exist is perhaps the wrong question to ponder.

But “when” they exist… if you can answer “when” they exist, “where” they exist is gonna get real goddamn pertinent all of a sudden like (lolz).

So yeah...um...where were we? (rofl)
^Slow Ride- Foghat (Full Version)^

X: Hi

Cade: Oh…hello there.

X: I didn’t think you were gonna let me talk in this one.

Cade: I din’t either. But it seemed…

X: Pertinent?

Cade: lolz…yeah…that.

X: …

^W.A.S.P. – Wild Child^

Prolly have kind of a pissy attitude in this whatever, and I apologize for that. My hands are fucking killing me. I can’t touch anything without them starting to bleed, and as a result, I ain’t been doing much. I had to wipe down a bag of chips, the chip clip and the entire counter two days ago because I hadn’t realized that I was bleeding so bad until I noticed my spoon was covered in blood.

You kinda-sorta get used to the pain, and even the tearing pain becomes ignorable at many points…

even tho it hurts like a motherfucker

…but it comes and goes, and you never know when you may be bleeding without realizing it when you focus on ignoring the pain.

I was just looking at my thumbs, and if I had to give thumbprints, there wouldn’t be any. Just a few long lines where the skin is tearing, surrounded by large flat round areas that completely cover/obscure all of the ridges and whorls that are normally there. Almost like they are covered with tape…cept they are covered with callouses. Nevermind the morse-code looking bumps and lines on the thumbnails.

But yeah…it has had me thinking about ergonomics and motion quite a bit. Not that I know anyone who is working a new job that they are still acclimating to or anything, and not that I am thinking about them and their changes/adaptations or anything.

But yeah, I am.
^The Guess Who – No Time^

Been holding my hands under hot water quite a bit. And I mean hot as in hot as FUCK hot until I can’t stand it anymore, which is usually quite a bit/takes quite a while.

As my hands begin to warm, I noticed that a lot of these “itches I cannot scratch” kinda rear their heads, but the heat helps with it. The pressure of, and the pulling of, the skin, is the worst part. It makes me wonder what in the FUCK is going on underneath with all of the connective tissues. Not like there is a goddamn tug-of-war going on there with my fingers pointing every goddamn direction and then some…but they are, and they do.

Nothing I can do about it tho. 

Both index fingers are pulling so fucking hard and far to the left, that they put a shitload of strain on my thumbs. The middle fingers pull opposite to the index fingers, which causes the ring fingers to pull opposite of the middle fingers. It makes the middle and ring fingers look as if they are whispering to each other or gossiping…plotting.

lolz...seriously. 

Looks like they are trying to work out how best to abandon ship at some point. But my toes do the same thing. It’s funny sometimes as I work on my feet placement and posture, it looks as tho the toes are talking to each other at various times and passing along messages. But that’s not a bad thing. I mean, in fact, that’s what toes do…right? Pass messages back and forth? Why wouldn’t the fingers do similar or the same? They are all connected after all.

^The Outfield – Your Love^

Ever been somewhere new, and wondered how you fit in?

Wondered how you can fit in?

Too slow…too fast…too right…too wrong.

(le sigh)
^Mountain – Mississippi Queen^
Better to have blah'd and blah'd, than to never have blah'd at all.
^Alannah Myles – Black Velvet^

I get the feeling that statues are not the target.

Maybe just…convenient.

Possibly even, that these statues are not armed, they pose no real threat.

(lolz)

“I went to the museum where they had all the heads and arms from the statues that are in all the other museums” – Stephen Wright

^Confederate Song – I Wish I Was In Dixie Land (with lyrics)^

I guess I see shit as taking a lot more time to come together/manifest than simply building a machine and making assumptions about the machine/machinery itself, and what it does. Leaves out a lot of shit, like what this machine doesn’t do. Not to mention what it does that cannot be perceived, and how long this machine and it’s components will continue to do whatever it is doing/has done/keeps doing.

That doesn’t mean that I am suggesting that things cannot be done better. But omitting the possibility that some things should not be done at all does concern me. You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t get caught, but you’ve already been caught…otherwise you wouldn’t be trying to hide or obscure whatever it is that you are doing. That tends to make getting caught the second time, third time, etc., just that much more profound.

^B-2 drops 80 JDAMs^

Yeah…it’s an “old” video, but this old shit is still lurking; it ain’t going anywhere, and it never was gonna go anywhere.

So what's the point? 

Afraid someone is gonna try and convert you if you don’t blow their ass to dust first? I can see why not dealing with things on certain terms, that don’t appeal to you, can cause you to seek other modes, methods and means. But it seems to me that by negating them, you are simultaneously negating yourself and your efforts.

Unless you can find a new enemy to replace them with once they are eliminated. 

But that presumes that there was only one enemy on that list in the first place. So yeah…it’s not about who’s first…it’s about who’s next.

Have fun.
^David Bowie – I’m Deranged (With Lyrics)^

So…I’ve not looked it up, but that Feynman shit did get me to thinking a bit. Especially the similarities via that one Feynman diagram that caused me to see some other crazy shit, which in turn caused me to attempt to express it a bit through/via some shitty drawings of my own. Without a like interest or like interests tho, I’ve no real interest myself.

Meaning, without someone to talk to about them, yeah...fuck that noise. 

It’s taken me decades to get a lot of that shit pushed to the back of my mind. No kindred spirit to talk to about this shit makes it pretty much not much fun when you DO wind up talking about it to someone else. Especially if they do not have specific questions. I could fill volumes of notebooks writing about shit that I’ve seen and see…but no one cares/no one will read it…so…why bother?

I dunno either, but I’ll keep trying.

/shrug
^VICIOUS PINK – 8:15 To Nowhere^

cYacFa

^Joan Jett – Bad Reputation ( uncensored )^

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Enjoy your evening, Dear Reader and have a Song ❤

 

Time After Time

On Monday 21st August at noon, the bongs of Big Ben will sound for the last time for a four-year conservation programme.

I was telling Red Frank about it in the ‘sew below’ on MEROVEE yesterday…

Roob tells Frank about Big Ben Falling Silent

Sew it seamed… 😉

Merovee Time

*Oh brilliant, Clicky! I haven’t heard that in ages… /lights up… Did you know, Culture Club considered calling themselves The News?*

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*Yeah, I saw it on an interview years ago. Apparently the four band members were living in north, east, west and sarf London when they got together… /taps fag… N, E, W, S… /deep drag… Hence, The News…*

*/exhales… Talk about poisoned minds… /sigh…*

*Not so much a culture clash there, Clicky, as a culture mash…*

*/sucks dog end… Yep… /stubs out… Butt knot so upbeat though, eh? /looks confused… What was this post gonna be about again? …/looks up… Oh yeah…*

Big Ben, the clock’s bell, weighs 13.7 tonnes… That’s 137 (see Pointless Exercise), and there was another clock associated with that number… The ‘World Clock’ Wolfgang Pauli dreamed after striking up a great friendship with Carl Jung…

*Hmm…*

Leg_Iron_Books

*/cough… Leggy put up another great post last night, Clicky…*

*/looks at clock… Yikes! It’s getting late… Do you think Dear Reader will mind if I snuck off, Clicky?*

*Okay, just leave a Song… /lights up… make it a good one…*

Squiggle It, Just A Little Bit…

About a week or so ago, Dear Reader, I mentioned in the blurb atop of a missive from Cade, a magazine article that I was keen to get my hands on…

FOR years after the physicist Richard Feynman died, his 1970s yellow-and-tan Dodge minivan lay rusting in a garage near Pasadena, California. When it was restored in 2012, special effort was made to repaint the giant doodles that adorned its bodywork. They don’t look like much – simple combinations of straight lines, loops and squiggles. But it is no exaggeration to say these Feynman diagrams revolutionised particle physics. Without them, we might never have built the standard model of particles and forces, or discovered the Higgs boson.

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Now we could be on the cusp of a second, even more far-reaching transformation. Because even as Feynman’s revolution seems to be fizzling out, physicists are discovering hints of deeper geometric truths. If glimpses of exquisite mathematical structures that exist in dimensions beyond the familiar few can be substantiated, they would seem to point the way to a better understanding not just of how particles interact, but of the nature of reality itself.

It was a hard road that led to the standard model, this monumental theoretical construct that describes all the particles of the quantum world and the forces that act on them, except for gravity. The starting point came in the 1930s and early 1940s, when physicists investigating quantum electrodynamics, the theory of how charged particles and electromagnetic fields interact, embarked on calculations of “scattering amplitudes” – the probabilities of different outcomes in a given particle interaction. But the calculations proved maddeningly difficult. For a while they seemed impossible.

Then along came Feynman. In 1949, he showed…

And that was all I could read of the article… Until yesterday, when I got home from work and found a copy of the magazine had arrived from Leggy, with a note saying…

‘Thought you might like to see this comic. It would just have ended up in recycling anyway, at least this way its life gets extended by a few days 😉 ‘

New Scientist cover

Woo Hoo! I was so excited as I flipped the pages…

*That’s right, Clicky… pages 28 – 31, right…*

Centre fold 1

*…in the…*

Centre fold 2

*…middle…*

Centre fold 3

*Hmm… Superconducting Super Collider in Texas… Reminds me of another Missive From ‘Merica, Clicky… the one with the drawings…*

Principle of Least Action

*Whoa! The Principle of Least Action? …That seems a bit Idle Theory-ish… /cough… Yeah, I think we’ve probably shown enough of the article, now Clicky… I don’t want to get in trouble…*

*/nods… I’ll go tell Cade I’ve updated his missive…*

Okay, I have a lot to do tonight, Dear Reader – early start at work tomorrow. Make of it as you will… And have a Song ;

Missive From ‘Merica: Saturday Musings…On Sunday!

I haven’t done didn’t do much today yesterday, Dear Reader. Dug a rabbit hole on Mars in the ‘so below’ of Red Frank’s latest over at MEROVEE

Merovee The Dark Tower

*That thread got long and pointlessly pointy, Clicky… Fun afternoon though…*

*Heh… ‘cos play’s the thing, Clicky…*

 

… Listened to some TED Talks…

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*I guess it does look a bit bearish, Clicky…*

 …And a new missive from Cade has just arrived, so I’m off to read and format that… I may be sum time…

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I have decided to write a bit this morning….I hope you don’t mind.

I have decided to be extra-mindful of my writing/textual expressiveness…I hope you don’t mind.

I hope you don't mind...I hope you don't mind.
^Lead Into Gold – A Giant On Earth^

HOLY SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA “THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE”!!!

TWO…EVEN!!!

Q1: Cade, do you mind?

 A1: …not really.

  Q2: Cade, what set you off to writing this morning?

    A2: One word…but I’m not gonna tell you what that word is just yet.

Welp…reading…I guess is what really “set me off”…if you wanna get technical. But since we, as humans, tend to have this capacity and/or need for redux, is it really any wonder that one single word, nested within several thousand words can set us off? Rev our motors? Send us packing? Dizzy our head(s)?

Don’t think so?

Let’s experiment…gender-neutral.

I guess that could be considered dirty pool since:

A) it’s two words denoting a single concept, and

B) it’s very current, new-ish, news-ish, popular, trendy.

So let’s change it up a bit…lartuen-redneg.

How’s that? Better?

^Ministry – Stigmata (Psychopomps Remix)^

NO…. FUCKING…. WAY!!!

Yet another question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!

 

 

 

 

Q: Cade, what exactly is…The Whatever However Hotline?

A: Welp…let’s be straightforward here…TWHH is communications via alternate means. Think of it like a Déjà Vu that is packaged differently, and this differently packaged package has different atomic spin. It travels along the same pathway(s) as a deja-vu, but has it’s own ringtone…if you will. Let’s call it…A Déjà-Boo…or Déjà Bʊ, for continuity.

^Simian Mobile Disco – I Believe (SMD Space Dub) HQ^

So … this one word … that grabbed me … shook me … made my head spin … made my eyes roll … made my fingers start dancing around on this keyboard in some white-boy boogie type of crazy-legged dance?

Ready?

Here it is->Progressives.

That should narrow its source down…

…considering that I don’t read very many websites/blogs, and that short list of mine has gotten even shorter as of late. If you wanna track down the source, knock yerself out. I’m gonna Google, Bing, Yahoo and Dogpile real quick while you do whatever it is that you personally decide to do…

^Metronomy- “Love Letters” Soulwax Remix [MUSIC VIDEO]^

Progressive (Google Search)
Progressive (Bing Search)
Progressive (Yahoo Search)

I’m gonna stop right there…because Yahoo gave me some results that aren’t some goddamn insurance agency own website(s) and every fucking social media portal that they have invaded.

Progressivism

The above got me to where I really wanted to go…

Category: Political Ideologies

I mean…no…I really didn’t want to go there on this fine Saturday morning…but yeah…I really wanted to go there on this fine Saturday morning.

Speaking of which…it’s currently 08:56AM…and there are several helicopters flying low overhead for some reason. Good thing I didn’t want to sleep-in this morning, eh? Lemme go outside and see whazzup…

Went outside…siren going off in the direction towards the end of my street…I can only assume that another high-speed cop chase ended at the end of the street on which I currently reside. What a world.

😐
^P.diddy ft christina – Tell me (switch remix)^

For the sake of liberty and freedom, I used my freedom and took the liberty of taking the sub-categories and reclassifying them into one big supergroup of subgroups of “political ideologies”…since “political ideologies” is too … restrictive … too limiting … too…erm…political.

 

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I spent almost two minutes of my time taking that screenshot and editing it in MS Paint, and it prolly took like another 30 seconds or so to host it on my own blog. God only knows how long it has taken me to think and write about it here…we could be close to double-digits in minutes-spent.

Oh the humanity.

I’d like to think that it took only a second or two for me to arrive at the conclusion that all political groups are idiots. But I’m gonna be 50 years old in a little over 3 months. So I guess it would be kinda foolish for me to try and explain every single life experience over that amount of time that has made me a hater of almost any and all politically motivated groups of any and all kinds/unkinds.

Once the individual abandons their individuality for the sake of a herd, that individual ceases to exist within the context and confines of that heard. Prolly why concepts like Solidarność are so fleeting. They are energy and energies manifested in a tide that is pitted against a wall or some other fixed barrier. If you aren’t prepared to bail on this movement every step of the way…this movement will fail.

I mean…it’s gonna fail at some point, whether that be pre or post any success and/or successes. But that’s kinda why I feel that Big Ben in London should be disassembled and reassembled instead of propped up. I prolly feel differently about The Leaning Tower of Pisa, but that’s a different animal entirely…ain’t it?

^Simian Mobile Disco – 10000 Horses Can’t Be Wrong^
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
^Chopin – Funeral March (Scrolling)^

After all this time, I finally broke down and looked up one of the creators of some of the images I use…Bees And Bombs.

It seems that he is a PhD of some kind, so I now hate his guts and will no longer use his images in any of my posts and/or writings of ANY kind. All this time, and I had no idea that this elitist fuck was…was…was…AN ELITIST FUCK!!!

FUCK!!!

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK!!!

I’ve been bamboozleswaggled by the system and it’s systems via one of it’s initiates.

I digress.

/me mumbles something about sex and/or lack-thereof.
^Melanie Martinez – Mad Hatter^

Does it piss you off?

Yeah…that grouping that I did above…does it piss you off?

Think I am somehow including myself out, or on the outside looking in?

Welp…you would be quasi-correct. The only problem is, that these groups include me in to include me out…so…yeah…I find myself wherever it is that I find myself. And being that I am, who I am, and I am where I am, the only reason that someone would suddenly want to include me…welp…I would have to seriously question their motives in doing so. I’m not some bottle of wine. Maybe a bottle of whine, but I digress.

Yeah…I cannot see any group including me even tho there are many that I personally identify with. But what really gives me the shakes? What causes me dismay and makes me nervous? Finding myself within a separatist group that I identify with wholly. Contextually, that nesting has to go way up, way down, and hit all points inbetween.

But I’ve never felt comfortable in my own skin…so…whatever. I just don’t consider these facts as ringing endorsements for human groups and grouping. Prolly why “The Tower of Babel” makes so much sense from a practicality standpoint. I mean yeah…Babel makes no sense…but that’s kinda the point. Does that make sense?

^”deadmau5 – For Lack of a Better Name” Album Review^

I dunno. The “blood out” types of revolution seem to have failed so many, so miserably, I simply cannot see how this continued thinking can serve. Maybe self-serve, but that’s the problem with spilling blood, eh?

Not that I think some “blood in” revolution is going to fix anything either. Certainly not some organized one. It negates the very individual and individuals it is meant to serve. I personally believe that there is a God…gods…even. But I ain’t in any hurry to meet any of these motherfuckers. There HAS to be a better way. I think I’ve found that way…but I ain’t saying what it is.

^Deadmau5 – Lack of a Better Name (1080p) || HD^

I’m hungry. Anyone else hungry? Whatshername has a wedding today, so she’s gone all day. Her and her cousin have been planning/working on this wedding for several months I guess, and they’ve been doing something all week long…the wedding is today. I have no idea when, I just know that I was not invited…so…meh…no free food and/or free booze.

😦

Her cousin has 10 kids, and I think that this particular one that is getting married today is like the 4th or 5th in age. He’s a cool kid tho, kinda weird amongst the weirdos, cause all of them are weird, but yeah…this one is kinda extra-weird.

That kinda gets me to thinking about marriage tho. I personally have no regrets. None that I can cast off the entirety of the concept of marriage itself, and certainly not even my own marriage which ended in divorce. Weird how that works, eh? I wish them well.

/shrug
^Goldfrapp – Little Bird [Animal Collective Remix]^

G: Bamboozleswaggled, eh?

Cade: lolz…yeah. You like that one?

G: Not really. Upon hearing that word…I was forced to drop by and make sure there was no bamboozleswagglin’ actually goin’ on down here.

Cade: And?

0:

G: OH! SO! There is no bamboozleswagglin’ goin’ on down here?

Cade: Oh shit.

Z: Oh shit is right.

A: Agree.

X: Yer mine now tough guy.

Cade: Wait wait wait…wait a moment here. You had me from the onset as the protagonist and/or instagator…so…what’s this all about?

X: Woah thar Mistar Big-Britches…let’s not get the cart before the trailer-hitch.

Cade: Isn’t that where the horse goes?

X: What if there is more than one horse?

Cade: Isn’t that where the horses go?

T: An English lesson…go got served one.

Cade: Fat lotta good that will do.

X: Turn that Chopin Funeral March tune off…we need a different one for below.

Cade: K.

X: …

^Ravel – Bolero (Scrolling Score)^

Let’s see what Google News has to say about things.

U.S. military searches for three Marines in sea after aircraft crashes off Australia

Q: How many US Marines need to die in this piece of shit before it gets the deep 6?

A: Lotta 6's to consider there.
Jeff Sessions’ Attack on the Media Is Worse Than You Think

“The Media?” The media. THE MEDIA?!?!?!?

Q: What in the FUCK does “The Media” have to do with “The Press” within the United States of America?

A: ¿¿¿???¿¿¿

I guess we’ll just…make it up as we go, eh?

United States Attorney General
The Press
Media (Redirected from The media)
Mainstream Media
Alternative Media
Alternative Press
Mainstream Media (Media Group)
Appointment
Personal Organizer (Redirected from Day planner)
Professional Organizing

OK…well…that’s all of the fucking news that I can stand for a single day.

Ok…well…maybe one more.

Trump achieves what few presidents have: Strong economy, low approval ratings

Trump. Trump did this. Trump did this? Is it any wonder that virtually anyone and everyone is looked upon as some kind of dictator and/or tyrant when written about within “The Media”?

Caesarion

Koyaanisqatsi

There are no “new levels”…just…levels and leveling.

You’re unique tho…so…don’t let the lack of new infrastructure bother you too much.

😉
^koyaanisqatsi – Vessels^

I wonder sometimes what goes through RooBeeDoo/Roob’s mind when I send her these things. What she thinks about when she edits them. Why she chooses what she chooses with respect to any formatting. Why she adds whatever she adds in her “top and tail” portions of these things. But in truth, I don’t think about it much…or at least, I try not to. I also don’t want to know. We are two people separated by miles and miles, oceans of both land and sea, a shitload of borders and bridges, and a timezone or six also divides us.

^Koyaanisqatsi (RORSCHACH VERSION)^

Housing Inequality

So…if government/a government owns everything, and private business/businesses own everything else…what does that leave?

Not much. 

You can’t even go into a National Park or State Park and setup a tent and camp anymore. You gotta do this in certain areas, and that in other areas, and the other stuff in approved areas on approved days and dates…I don’t think I like that very much. I would imagine that any state-owned properties not only belongs to the citizenry, but that the citizenry can go there any time they damn well please.

When you speed up the life process, you speed up the death process AND slow it down…and when you slow down the life process, you slow down the death process AND speed it up. That’ll bring us to conception. Yeah…life is…erm…you know what…fuck this….no way in hell I’m gonna tangle with this.

^RATATAT – MIRANDO^

Inequality

I’m thinking that New Orleans might be a good choice. That’s where I’m currently leaning anyway. Maybe I could get me a job on a barge or a ferry or a fishing boat of some kind. I wonder if I started in/around New Orleans, then worked my way east, if I would make it all the way to Florida before finding a job. I mean, assuming there is a job to be found.

I was just contemplating how much shoreline I would have to cover before someone might hire me, and if not, what in the fuck I would do once getting to Florida? Welp…if I continued around the horn of Florida, I’d eventually wind up headed back towards the Carolinas. That would put me on a path to New York City, which is where I always wanted to go anyway.

😐
^Tears For Fears – My Girls (Animal Collective Cover)^

Social Stratification

I guess I've shot my wad...run out of gas...no wind in my sails...kaput.
^a very gentle squid^

Psychoactive Drug

I wander…

I wonder…

I wa wa wo wo WOAH!!!

Prince’s music is back on YouTube? WTF?!?!?!?!?

Someone musta worked through all the bullshit or whatever.

I have no clue.

Not like ChiPs and Fantasy Island and Love Boat were ever taken off the air, so we have no frame of reference.

I guess shit comes and goes or something.

^Prince – When Doves Cry (Official Music Video)^

Crowdsourcing

Let's do two for the fuck of it.
^Prince – Let’s Go Crazy (Official Music Video)^

Meh.

cYacFa

^Violent Femmes – Gone Daddy Gone.mpg^

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tenor

*/rubs eyes… Morning, Clicky… /blinks… Oh fuck, sunday! What happened to the rest of yesterday? …/looks up… Work tomorrow… /yawns… Song? …/rolls over…*

Missive From ‘Merica: By Any Other Name…

Yesterday

Early hours of Monday Gang DM catch up

*That was very early hours of the day before, Clicky… But yeah!*

In the early hours of Monday morning, after spending Sunday evening watching ‘The Mummy’ (spoilers – Set Theories), and ‘Deadpool’ again because… Well, Thoughtful Man and I just love that film

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… I checked into Twitter DMs to find Leggy and Cade had shared some links with Poppy Sweet Pea and me…

*Ah, Matrix Vs Memento, Clicky… Best save that for another post…*

*/chortles…*

*I have GOT to get me a copy of that article about Richard Feynman to read…*

Scoob and Mystery Machine.gif

*/rolls eyes…*

Then much later, Cade made some observations about my LoL post…

Cade mentions Hex Game and Nash to Roob

*Hex… That’s red Vs blue again, Clicky…*

And then this morning, I read a news story about a flower… the oldest flower…

Get On With It

*Okay, okay! Sheesh, Clicky… I’m getting there…*

Catch your breath, Dear Reader, as a roller coaster of a  missive from Cade now follows…

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I'm gonna stumble here
^chicken dance song^

Someone punched me right in the fucking face this morning
^Black Line – SNAP (Official Video)^

Pellagra
Nicotinamide
Leaf Vegetable (Redirected from Green vegetables)
Pregnancy
Morgellons
Spina Bifida
Spontaneous Cerebrospinal Fluid Leak
Occipital Bone
Inhibitory Postsynaptic Potential
Inhibitor of Apoptosis
Bcl-2
Follicular Lymphoma
Inhibitor Cystine Knot
Cystine Knot
Cyclotide
Inhibitor
Freida J. Riley
Morgantown, West Virginia
René-Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle
Indianola, Texas
New Orleans
Movement
Toltec
Toltec Empire
Toltecayotl
Tolterodine
B3 Domain
Vascular Plant
Green Bean
Agave Americana
Agave

So…what’s all this about, you might ask. Welp…it’s about systems that exist outside systems that classify both. I got to watching a documentary about Mound Builders within The United States/North America, and just how desperately some interests in the 19th Century strove to connect those Mound Builders to the Toltecs and Aztecs.

Q: Why would a connection to present residents be avoided, in favor of a connection to extinct societies?

A: Safety in numbers? Even when those numbers are...zero?

That’s just a guess.

^Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius – The Chicken Dance^

Oh…and also, Roob pointed out that Rose was on a rampage over @ CFrank Davis’ blog.

 

Roob draws Cade's Attention to Rose's Roll

So, I being me, went and read what Rose had written about on this textual rampage of hers. I was particularly interested to see if it connected in any way, shape or form to the bullshit I’ve been pondering over the last few days…it didn’t.

BINGO!!!

DIRECT HIT!!!

OR MISS!!!

OR WHATEVER!!!
Connection via disconnect…
or something

Weird how that works, eh? But yeah, Pellagra got me to thinking about corn and corn meal that is used in dog food. That NOW has me thinking about fish food/fish meal like the shit they are feeding Bluefin Tuna in the tuna farms in The Mediterranean. THAT got me to thinking about travel and spin, which got me to thinking about farms and farming, and especially as that relates to modern/industrialized farming.

Q: What is the difference between modern farming in 6,000 BC and modern farming in 2017CE?

A: Is the answer...nothing?

We have more connections to dirt(s) and soil(s) than we prolly give credit for. Prolly why some pregnant women would crave dirt when pregnant. My granny used to specify “cellar dirt”…it had to be cellar dirt.

^Shemian – Happy Swingin` (Free Download)^
Sanxingdui
Hanging Coffins
Bo People (China)
Exonym and Endonym
Loloish Languages
Lachi People
Lachi Language
Tai–Kadai Languages
Kolol, Dashti (Redirected from Kolal-e Bala)
Ola
Casa Linda Estates, Dallas (Redirected from Ola, Texas)
White Rock Lake
White Rock Creek
White Rock

Chronic…alcoholism. Sounds redundant.

^Jacknife Lee – Making Me Money (switch remix)^

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Sustainable and NetZero living.

Sounds unsustainable

Zero-Energy Building (Redirected from Net-zero building)

Yeah…I can nitpick this shit to death. But the concept of someone building something for someone from nothing, that costs nothing and does nothing is kinda right up my alley (no pun intended-ish).

I gotta give some props tho. At least people are trying. Not that I see any issues with Marxist types of thinking as it relates to polar opposites or anything. I mean, do you really understand your own line of thinking via both sides of polar thinking? Because if you do, you are prolly something else entirely, and not one or the other.

These concepts that we base our lives on were so fucking fleeting, that they pretty much only existed in theory at the point of their creation, and that’s the best that they could or will ever be. There’s a freedom in that thought tho. A freedom to grow and change. Maybe that’s why the gods were always a little more patient than we give them credit for in the mythology that surrounds them.

That mythology is a redux…right? Lots of things omitted for time and space constraints?

 There's a poetry to that thought
^Earthship Underground House Tour- Sustainable and Net Zero Living…^

I guess I don’t see how legislation can ever get better if it omits the very people that it is intended to serve. That puts a hell of a strain on the executive and judicial branches irrespective of the type or types of government that utilize these streams.

There’s been some mentions of The Roman Empire here and there, and how this empire never really crumbled or went away. But the Roman Empire was built on something. The nations and empires that Rome conquered were built on something. I get the feeling that rigid and rigidity were not concepts used no matter how long its constituents touted that these empires would last. To me, that’s signal number one as to the battle between rigid rigidity, and fluid rigidity, especially as rigidity pertains to fluidity.

What do I mean by that? 

Welp…ever been hit by a wall of water? No?

Ever belly-flopped into a swimming pool or some other body of water? No?

Ever bumped into someone else? Maybe?

It’s still a body of water. So…in my thinking anyway…Non-Newtonian Fluid(s) takes on a whole new meaning there. Especially as that relates to “the body” along some more mystical lines. Fountain of Youth, water of life, etc.. Lotta energy and energies at work there holding a lot of shit together and keeping other things apart in doing so. I think even that Yahweh-Yoyo mentioned something about dividing the this from the that…but I can’t remember where I read that.

 😉
^deadmau5 – Rio (2017 Edit) [Unreleased]^

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I got to talking to Roob a bit about my immediate thoughts on this Pellagra comment of Rose’s at Frank’s blog, and especially my thoughts as Pellagra relates to Morgellons.

Cade: Yeah. Pellagra. Sounds way familiar. Poor man’s Leprosy.

RooBeeDoo: But curable 😉

Thinking about her statement now, I must wonder…

"yeah...but how many times and/or how often is it curable?"

What really buzzed my head was this thought about Polio and it’s cure. Smallpox and it’s cure. The common-cold and it’s remedies. Shit like that. How long is something considered cured until it is so irrelevant that it is forgotten about completely?

Anthrax is prolly gonna be our best friend along these lines of thinking since Anthrax can sit in the soil for God only knows how long. And yes, I am thinking more along the lines of “untreated soil” here, meaning that nothing is done to soil to attempt to rid that soil of Anthrax and/or the conditions that favor or produce it. Completely eradicate Anthrax on Earth/Terra, and suddenly certain sectors of your bio-weapons divisions are unemployed and the revenue streams they produced are gone. So the question gets kinda simple here for a second, and it pretty much goes straight to but one point…

Q: God…what in the fuck do you want with me?

A: ???

I ain’t even gonna attempt an answer there, and feel like an idiot for even thinking about that question.

^Eisenfunk – Pong^

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The concept of forgetting has been on my mind, but I keep forgetting to bring it up. Especially as this relates to intelligence, and more specifically, Artificial Intelligence. But just this week, there was some news story about some group having to shut down the AI section of it’s whatever for whatever reason(s).

"Hey kid!!! I don't likes the ways you is behavin'!!! You gets a time-out!!!"

Can you imagine how painful wrestling with the construct of forgetting would be? And yeah, I’m talking more from The Creator standpoint along the lines of “The Original Article” and the original concept itself. Prolly why I was so hateful in chastising a programmer who would not condescend to counting to ten for the first time for and/or with any of these “A.I.” creations of theirs. If you don’t love, what in the FUCK are you doing this for?

Anyway, Vertigo and Alzheimer’s are on the agenda, and there are going to be some tie-ins to regret going on there. Even a power plant has breakers and/or circuits that are designed to fail in the event of an overload. I wonder if part of the fault lay in the ability for these circuits to be replaced and breakers reset?

Meh…anyway…yeah…I can imagine that imagining what it is to forget would be a damn rough concept to tangle with from a creative construct standpoint. I can see quite the tango going on there with sanity/insanity/salvation and regret/compunction/empathy. Include some time in there and those constructs don’t seem quite so scary…and at the same time…yeah…much scarier.

^Boy 8 Bit – Fogbank (Jack Beats Remix)^

Oh well…opportunity missed.

Live and learn I guess.

Better luck next time.

Whatever.

^Lady Sovereign – Jigsaw [Remix] Jack Beats^

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Someone made reference to a mention that someone had talked about a certain part of a concept that was mentioned recently somewhere else, they then passed the whatever along to me.

Merovee->The Turing Test->RooBeeDoo->Alice and Bob->Me

Q: Why not Malice and Boo?

A:?¿?

There’s prolly gonna be certain standards that are setup as bait. Disbelievers who don’t necessarily want to believe…they want to see. So yeah…bait. I’m thinking along the lines of “sacred symbols” and “ancient hidden whatever” and shit like that, but it’s also not quite that simple.

I mean yeah, it’s JUST that simple, but there’s more to it as well. Many shapes and forms that are being duplicated/copied or whatever, for whatever reason(s), some under the guise and guises of knowing, and some not so much. What am I rambling about? OK…think of it like this…

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Now…if you wanna use a star shape on some new company and/or product of yours, I would recommend that using the above, even as a model, is prolly not in your best interests. Anything remotely close to that is prolly going to get a legal challenge at some point or points…(ba da ching)…and this legal challenge will come when it is most advantageous and financially viable, for them, to pursue this legal action.

O/T: Anyone else notice that there are three stars there and not one? Which makes four stars really and not three nor one...but...yeah or whatever.
^Rone – Bye Bye Macadam (Official Video)^

Prolly gonna be some bits on founding and foundations here, especially as that relates to the inability of an individual to create their own foundation for their own house/home because of the foundation(s) of another or others.

To relate…if “so-and-so” is “Mr./Mrs. Whoever” in documentation(s) and/or any sort of official communication(s)…but is known around the office as “Douchebag McFuckface”…there’s a problem there. Unless of course your own organization allows and promotes employees to makeup monikers for each other…calling your President/CEO “Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” to their face….for example. But even that doesn’t make it OK…does it? Well…ya gotta get kinda international with your interpretation of slang there. I mean, thinking about it now…”Cocksucker McFaggyqueer” in The UK kinda translates to “GF w/Perks McCigaretteWeirdo”…or thereabouts.

/shrug
^”DIAMONDS” by XORDOX^

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Back on the AI business, there are going to be conservative types (even if those conservatives are liberals in certain aspects) that are going to agree with my child-like approach to creation(s)/creating(s) of this type, and are going to make parent/child connections with respect to the care-levels. But I would caution there. If you start getting all hateful and snotty under the premise of what good parenting is, I’m just gonna reference some trends and trending that you prolly aren’t going to like.

This ain’t about stats…it’s about relationships and relating, and not just/only with relatives. It’s about being nice and being thoughtful. Not all the time…but yeah…all the time. But that’s your choice, not mine. I only work here.

^To Scale: The Solar System^

X: Can you really not remember where you read about this “Yahweh-YoYo”?

Cade: Nope.

X: …

Cade: Cahokia

X: What exactly does that have to do with anything?

Cade: I dunno what it has to do with anything. But I have some ideas as to what it has to do with everything.

X: Sacred Geometry, eh?

Cade: I guess so. Just makes these “extinction level events” that are so goddamn popular within the scientific vernacular make more sense.

Z: You sure about that?

Cade: Well…yeah…to be honest…it does.

X: How exactly?

Cade: Time.

X: …

^MISSIO – Middle Fingers^

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Coupla documentaries here that are pretty damn interesting. The documentary on Jules Verne was more like a 1+ hour commercial for Freemasons and their ideology than it was a documentary about Jules Verne, but it was still interesting. I think I’ve tried to watch the one on Celtic Crosses quite a few times now, but have yet to get through it. I’m currently 36 minutes in, and it’s 2 hours long…

kinda like my penis
^Extraordinary Voyages of Jules Verne: An Odyssey from the Sea to the Air, From the Earth to the Moon^
^The Cross of Thoth – Conspiracy Behind the Cross – Revelation about Forbidden Knowledge – WATCH NOW!^

BOO: When am I going to die?

CADE: Tomorrow.

BOO: Really?

CADE: Yes.

BOO: OK…well…if I’m not dead tomorrow, I’m gonna find you, and we’re gonna have some words.

CADE: Fair enough, but that won’t change my answer.

^Billy Preston – Will It Go Round in Circles^

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Just thinking about the concept of creating competence via incompetence. All that flip-flopping circular logic isn’t nearly as appealing when specificity starts getting specific. Especially as these specificities relate personally, and especially especially as the specificities relate personally via our actions past, present and future.

As a creator, going to be lots of hypocritical types of thinking there as it relates to self-evaluation. When you start thinking about associations and associating…things are going to get all kinds of wack. Especially as you create edifices that are specifically designed to fail, and going to be all kinds of additional thoughts to think about with respect to the hows and whys. In the financial markets, a company designed and created to fail in order to boost profits in a “competitor” which you also own…welp…it ain’t going to affect just and only that end/those ends. Gonna be a lot of ends and ending going on prior to the money shot.

^MYNC Project – Something On Your Mind (Switch Remix)^

So yeah…you create a computer/computer system specifically designed to tell you where the remaining Wonka Golden Ticket is located, then you get pissed off when this system refuses to deliver. I’d say that a rampage is in order.

Have fun
^Simian Mobile Disco – Sleep Deprivation^

If you aren’t giving consideration to existing systems, you’re doing it wrong. Associated systems are just that…even if you specifically disassociate you and your efforts from certain systems. Now you’ve compounded your problem by including it for exclusion. So yeah…loops and loopholes.

It’s like crushing a flower just because you can. Knowing that you can crush this flower, all you have to do is decide what you are going to do and how. That leaves only actually doing it. Been thinking about this a lot lately with respect to Jesus’s/Yeshua’s assertion that if you commit murder in your heart, you’ve committed murder. I understand the concept, but I think there is more about leaving judgement in the hands of the judge in that case, as it relates to the individual. “Murder” is a pretty broad topic considering how narrow the concept itself is.

But who in the fuck wants to sit around and ponder the concept of murder all the time? Ain’t choo got nothing better to do?

Q: Now what?

A: Oh yeah...we had us a flower to crush. Or were we still deciding on whether or not to crush it?
^Dr. John – Right Place Wrong Time^

If the attitudes, modes and methods for “dealing with mental health issues” do not themselves change quickly and radically…welp…there’s a fuckton of irony going on there ain’t there? Same can be said for injury and illness. Lotta wildly varying opinions about time and times all of a sudden like, eh?

Yeah...some funky shit
^Emmanuel Jal – Warchild^
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^LORN – ANVIL [Official Music Video]^

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The first seed plant—the group that includes flowering plants and cone-bearing ones—likely emerged about 320 million years ago, when there were diverse animals on land and at sea, but not yet dinosaurs, mammals or birds.

The oldest-known fossils of flowering plants date from about 140 million years ago—during the age of the dinosaurs which went extinct some 66 million years ago.

Since then, the first flower has evolved into at least 300,0000 species that include almost all plant types used by people for food, medicine and other purposes, said the research team.

Flowering plants represent about 90 percent of all plants on Earth.

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I dunno about you, Dear Reader, but after that I’m feeling kinda zen

Feynman 137 Flower

Have a Song ❤

 

Doesn’t Matter If…

othello game

Shake Sphere’s Othello has made the news headlines, Dear Reader. Well, it is the silly season

snoopy tongues.gif

 

…A cryptic remark in a freudulent conversation…

black (adj.)Old English blæc “absolutely dark, absorbing all light, the color of soot or coal,” from Proto-Germanic *blakaz “burned” (source also of Old Norse blakkr“dark,” Old High German blah “black,” Swedish bläck “ink,” Dutch blaken “to burn”), from PIE *bhleg- “to burn, gleam, shine, flash” (source also of Greek phlegein “to burn, scorch,” Latin flagrare “to blaze, glow, burn”), from root *bhel- (1) “to shine, flash, burn.”

white (adj.) Old English hwit “bright, radiant; clear, fair,” also as a noun (see separate entry), from Proto-Germanic *hwitaz (source also of Old Saxon and Old Frisian hwit, Old Norse hvitr, Dutch wit, Old High German hwiz, German weiß, Gothic hveits), from PIE *kweid-o-, suffixed form of root *kweit- “white; to shine” (source also of Sanskrit svetah “white;” Old Church Slavonic sviteti “to shine,” svetu “light;” Lithuanian šviesti “to shine,” svaityti “to brighten”). 

*Ah ‘Shining Words‘, Clicky… /thinks… and forwards and backwards…*

The game Reversi was invented in 1883 by either of two Englishmen (each claiming the other a fraud), Lewis Waterman or John W. Mollett (or perhaps earlier by someone else entirely), and gained considerable popularity in England at the end of the nineteenth century. The game’s first reliable mention is in the August twenty-first 1886 edition of The Saturday Review. Later mention includes an 1895 article in The New York Times: “Reversi is something like Go Bang, and is played with 64 pieces.”

In 1893, the German games publisher Ravensburger started producing the game as one of its first titles. Two 18th-century continental European books dealing with a game that may or may not be Reversi are mentioned on page fourteen of the Spring 1989 Othello Quarterly, and there has been speculation, so far without documentation, that the game has older origins.

Let’s go back a bit… to Friday and a DM conversation with Cade about Washington DC…

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening

… Creativity and physics

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening 2

snoopy stamps

*Um… Knot that kinda stamps, Clicky…*

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening 3

*I was thinking of his “how many apples” example…”

Cade and Roob convo Friday evening 4

*Orange (c/o Stephen King via Dick Halloran) is the smell of Shining, Clicky…*

*Clicky, Orange wasn’t used as a colour name until the 1540s…/looks smug…*

Flaming Orange

*/squints… The end of the world as we know it?*

snoopy sticks

*You wanna go? Oh okay… /rolls eyes… I suppose it is getting late…*

Dear Reader, this post is far too long without even being close to being finished. I haven’t touched on Leggy’s one finger apple trick, demonstrated in Frank’s Smoky Drinky bar on Saturday night…

funny mummy

*Or the movie I watched on Sunday night…*

Another time then, Dear Reader. So for now, have a Song…

 

Missile From ‘Merica: Incoming!

BOOM!

GRB 160625B

An ultrapowerful, superfast explosion in space is providing new insight into how dying stars turn into black holes.

An international team of researchers looked at a gamma-ray explosion called GRB 160625B that brightened the sky in June 2016. Gamma-ray bursts are among the most powerful explosions in the universe, but they are typically tough to track because they are very short-lived (sometimes lasting just a few milliseconds).

“Gamma-ray bursts are catastrophic events, related to the explosion of massive stars 50 times the size of our sun,” said Eleonora Troja, lead author of the new study and an assistant research scientist in astronomy at University of Maryland. “If you ranked all the explosions in the universe based on their power, gamma-ray bursts would be right behind the Big Bang.”

The Okie Devil shared the above article with me this evening. Only yesterday, Red Frank in MEROVEE included black and white holes in his latest post

A new missive, now, from Cade, Dear Reader. I hope you enjoy exploring it as much as I enjoyed formatting it, and as much as Cade enjoyed writing it… Fuck it! Enjoy! ❤

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Hi & Howdy and all that normal shit.

Let’s get down to bidness.
The only way to do that?
Yeah...a song.

A motherfucking good song for you motherfuckers.

^Cee Lo Green – FUCK YOU^

Cade: Hi!

X: WOAH!!!

Cade: …<disappears in the confusion>

X: Who the hell was THAT?!?!?

Z: Don’t know yet.

A: Didn’t get the opportunity to know.

0: Allow me. Anyone wanna assist?

T: I don’t think so.

B: I’ll help find him.

X: Him? So…you know who it is?

B: I know who it was. Who it IS …once we locate him again, that’s another story.

0: Work on that voice biggie.

X: Workin’ on it.

Cade: Howdy.

X: Oh…it’s you.

Cade: Yep. Thanks for the ride.

X: No problem.

0: I’m gonna disagree on merit seeing as we had to pick up the pieces, but that’s a conversation for another time.

T: I think I’d be willing to join in on that one.

Cade: Thanks.

T: np.

Cade: And thanks for finding me.

B: I found you first.

T: Did not.

B: Did too.

T: Did not.

Cade: Does it matter?

B: Maybe.

T: Agreed.

Cade: Do I need to be here for this?

X: Maybe.

Z: Agreed.

A: Concur.

0: Decidedly undecided <yawn>

Cade: <le yikes>

X: What are you going on about?

Cade: I have no idea. Just taking it as it comes.

X: Been kinda…weird, over the last few days has it?

Cade: Just a shade.

X: Shade is always good in the summertime in Texas.

Cade: Thanks for the rain…it was marvelous.

X: Any…special requests?

T: Just because he made them, doesn’t mean he’ll get them.

Cade: They weren’t for me.

B: Doesn’t matter.

Cade: I can see that.

G: BUT!!! Does that matter?

Cade: Obviously not…but yeah…obviously so.

Z: Now…how exactly can that be?

Cade: It isn’t. Not yet anyway.

A: So…it’ll land somewhere?

Cade: Sure. It came to me, I augmented it, sent it back, so why wouldn’t it land somewhere?

X: So…where we have arrived at is…

Cade: The concept of “something from nothing”.

C: And you would like to augment that with…

Cade: Something from nothing is really something from somewhere.

X: Does it matter from where?

Cade: Sometimes.

A: But you aren’t fond of that principle’s rigid enforcement?

Cade: If it was a question then, and is a question now, why wouldn’t it always be a question.

X: There’s nothing new…it’s just new to you. Is that what you are saying?

Cade: Sorta.

0: Who does that tend to…highlight.

Cade: Whoever is asking the question.

X: Good show.

Cade: Thanks. Every ride is different.

Z: Similar is not always equal to same?

Cade: They’re just basic principles. Not even that really. They’re already rigid, and a fuzzy layer on top of that is just as rigid as anything else.

X: So…focus?

Cade: Sure. But what about need?

B: Maybe that’ll help a bit in determining what is need and what is want.

Cade: It helps me. But I still cannot answer a question that I am not asked.

X: Hmmm. I’ll see what I can do.

Cade: Not necessary, but whatever. Standing by.

X: …

^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Gimme Back My Wig – Montreux 1982^
Steganography

Hmmm…what an interesting…erm…thing.

The wallpaper in “my” bathroom has roses on it. These roses all have eyeballs in them. It’s kinda funny to think about choosing a wallpaper like this for a bathroom, spending all the time and effort that hanging wallpaper requires, and then after some time of sitting on the can and looking at these painted roses, you notice that they are looking back at you while you are peeing and/or taking a dump.

^Lily Allen – Fuck You^

This reminded me of something someone told me when I was younger…

“If it is from the hand of man, there is deception in it.”

And why wouldn’t there be? Ever tried to paint a picture of a rose? Maybe this is why I sometimes hate museums and art galleries. These places are more about what is NOT there, than what IS there.

To relate…take the previous sentence. It contains two words that are textually accentuated…NOT, and IS. I sometimes struggle with this textual formatting, grammatical rules, and acceptable/unacceptable formatting standards… right down to socially fucking acceptable and morally motherfucking ethical means and methods of expression.

I have no problem at all with social graces when navigating your own socializing streams and ponds…but you’re on my ground now. I wonder if that courtesy is returned?

^Soundgarden – Big Dumb Sex [Studio Version]^

I’m really not an angry person. I’m not mad either. Not a rager.

I am WAY motherfucking past all those things.

I am a fully functioning, walking, talking ball of fury.

That’s why I’m almost always happy and abhor violence.

Maybe trying to placate rage and anger, luring it out into the open via some goofy channels, all so that you can slay these things, is part of the problem.

^Kelis – Milkshake^

Roob kinda mentioned something along these lines via some YouTube clips from a sitcom called Frasier. She mentioned that Niles, Frasier’s brother, is a Jungian, and Frasier is a Freudian.

I have no problem with these concepts tangling and being at odds with each other. But at some points, they have to shake hands. That’s where I live.

I find both types of thinking fascinating, but both omit people like me. It’s like the pyramids at Giza. There are three of them. The Trinity. There are three of them (plus or minus a few other players). Disagreement seems to be necessary most of the time.

What I don’t understand, is this…erm…”concept of compromise” we’ll call it. It’s defined by the Left and Right, but the fucks in the middle don’t get a voice in that choice. You fucks are under the impression that we in the middle want you assholes to kill each other so that we can win without firing a shot. Welp, that don’t sound too bad with respect to “no shots fired”…but that’s why I am, where I am in the first place.

I’m sick of your violence – the Left is just as violent and bloodthirsty as the Right. I can accept that, and I have accepted that. I’ve also accepted the fact that I am a product of both sides, therefore I have just as much potential as the rest of you fucks.

Just like everyone else.

Make yourself better. 

Leave me the fuck alone.

^Fuck You-Sleeping With Sirens Cover (Punk Goes Pop)^

I re-watched the film, below, yesterday. I’ve seen it before, and it is a beautiful look at, and into, our world and worlds. But it really got me to thinking about privacy.

Me and Roob got to chatting a bit today about that concept, and something she mentioned about privacy recently really got my head to buzzing. Not to mention that weird ass-article that LegIron recently wrote about “the mark of the beast“. Not that I would ever expect any clarity out of that topic since it’s a fucking nightmare of a concept to ponder, but I’m really wondering about those “freedoms we take for granted”, that are only popular when someone is yelling at you about what an ungrateful little shit you are.

Anyway, lots of brief glimpses into some worlds within our world in the movie below. It’s quite a beautiful watch of a film. Especially when you consider that it was made 25 years ago.

^Baraka – 1992 [ Documentary ]^

More than 300 data reels, some from Apollo-Era missions, were discovered in a deceased Pennsylvania man’s basement, FOIA documents reveal.

Isn’t this an old story? I mean…yeah…we’re talking about old shit from the faked Apollo Moon landings being found in some dead dude’s basement…but like…old. The story is dated “Jul 18 2017, 1:18pm” and says that this shit was found back in December of 2015, but I seem to recall similar stories that are much older than that. Anyway, what kinda struck me was these pictures of this equipment and their “condition.”

Q: I wonder what condition they would be in at the bottom of some landfill?

A: a) worse, b) better, c) irrelevant, d) fill in the blank, e) all of the above.

Anyway, point being, the government has no money to expend on keeping shit like this, no matter how historical it may be considered. I mean, do you REALLY think, that someone at NASA in 1969 was thinking about the historical significance of Eugene Krantz’s ashtray in July of 1969? I mean yeah, someone prolly was…but that shit gets expensive over time. And real estate prices being what they are…  Pfffft… We don’t have the space to dedicate 10 square feet to house someone’s ashtray in some display in some museum. Ironic…eh?

^Fuck This Shit I’m Out^
The conspiracy is visible in the top left of the above photo, not the bottom right.

Feel free to follow that rabbit hole as deep as you want. But just keep in mind that when you find the end, yeah, you’ll be there too, and may even be the only person there…so…whatever.

Just sayin' 

And…thinking about it now…I think I’ve said this before. But…whatever. You fucks repeat yourselves. And some of your fucks repeat yourselves too. Those who repeat themselves are doomed to repeat it, or something like that. Lemme work on it and I’ll get back to ya.

^Why you asking all them questions (Song only No intro)^

While we are waiting to listen to the next song, that you may or may not be listening to…lets do something I normally don’t do. Wait…if I normally do something…does that normalize what I do?

That's a creepy thought, eh? 

Especially when you make the loop from good to evil and back to good that leads right back to evil. Not implying that good normalizes evil or vice versa…that concept is already about as concrete as you can get.

That leaves only the verbs to define, as they apply to the nouns. I mean, as it applies to application. You get new eggs in, and expect them to absorb at the same rate as you.

Kinda...dicey...ain't it? 

I mean, how many people that you consider as ‘wise’ do you have in your life? I’m not talking smart as much as wise. I can memorize the whole goddamn Bible, which might make me smart, but it doesn’t make me wise. Gotta get out and skin my knees a bit in order to turn those smarts into wisdom.

So…patience.

Or patients?

Or both?
When?

You got the time for that kind of trouble and troubles?

I do.

But that’s my problem…not yours.

^Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats – S.O.B. (Official)^

Southend United trio are doubts for Brighton friendly.

The headline/text to the link that I clicked on via a story about “Plonkers” read…

“Blues Trio are doubts for Brighton friendly”

Hmmm…two headlines for the price of one. Or maybe there is a distorted echo in here or something.

Bait and switch could be cited here.

Doubletalk as well.

But then, the banner at the bottom of the page instructing me to turn my adblocker off?

Q: Since when do you get to tell me how I choose to surf the web?

A: ???

So I guess we are all fucking over the topic of metrics and aggregation… So, penny pinching. Being frugal. Responsible accounting? Or being accountable?

Welp…what put you into a position to announce your intentions of “being responsible”? Irresponsibility? Is this how we deal with guilt? I mean, thinking about it in the terms that I am, with respect to shared responsibility, guilt and accountability, I’m all for it. Spread it thin and wide so it’s not quite so damn painful.

But it seems to me that the pain was already there, so you can spread it as wide as you want…mass is mass…right? Which is going to lead us right back to what got us into this mess in the first place because we are still thinking in the same mode and modalities via a different application and/or applications.

There are many paths, but only one certainty, and even that one single certainty is uncertain. I dunno bout choo…but that speaks motherfucking VOLUMES to me.

^Stevie Ray Vaughan – Hideaway/Rude Mood – Montreux 1982^

Then there is this gem…

Hunting knife found in bush

Q: Where else would “a hunting knife” be found, other than “the bush”?

A: ???

Sounds like there has been “a knife crackdown” in Essex as of late…so…yeah…good job. I guess hunting has been outlawed. Now go find the murderous bastard who put it under that bush. That should lead you to where they bought it, which should in turn lead you to who the retailer got it from.

Before long, you should be able to track down who made it, which should also lead to who provided the machinery and materials to make such a knife. This should help you track down who sold the land to this knife manufacturer, as well as who transported the materials hither and yon.

This should lead to the real culprit, which will help us define the intentions of all involved, up to, and including yourself, and who gave you this job and/or assignment.

Or did you take it upon yourself?
^Riak – How you want me to^

Have I run everyone off? Or are you still reading? Oh…you were just contemplating stopping reading? Welp…just remember this before you bail on me.

My oldest son will be 22 in a few months. If he is going to make it into Harvard by the age of 40, I have to start saving some money NOW!!! There can be no delay in starting to save some money. I don’t think he’d be willing to wait for Harvard until the age of 50. He’d prolly want to go to some second-rate school like MIT or Stanford or UNT. Not that he’s expressed an interest in music or anything, but he is a damn fine bass player and he’s gotten phenomenal on the guitar as well.

BUT HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT GOING TO HELP MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?

No university is going to accept some saggy old 45+ year old granny if my oldest can’t get into school until he’s 50!!! Plus…there’s another kid waiting to go to school after him and her.

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF YOU STOP READING THIS?!?!?!?

I’m revoking your membership.

Leave and never return.

Effective immediately… after a few more paragraphs or so.

^Churchill – Change^

I try to keep my mind off the cryptic shit. It’s like trying to find a box, just so you can open it, and you have no fucking clue what is in that box. Now, let’s reverse that. What was so interesting about the chase? Did you know any-fucking-thing during any of that time? Oh yeah…we’re back to A->B | B->A types of thinking. Sounds like a road to hell and back.

Q: If the road leads to and from hell, what was the point of origin?

A: ?¿?
^The Dead South – In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company [Official Music Video]^

I like music.

It makes my nipples hard.

I hope that appeals to you.
If not, maybe the following song will help with the nightmares.
Maybe not.
^Portugal. The Man – “Feel It Still” (Official Video)^

ommdfcm

Not trying to brainwash you. Not trying to braindirty you either. I mean…you wanted to know about this shit. Or at least, you wanted to know about the shit that you didn’t already know. What in the fuck makes you think that I know it?

I get the feeling that there is a flame that burns so fucking hot, that it makes the hottest of hells seem like ice. Yeah…I’m talking a hot that makes the highest heat that Kelvin can measure look like the far right end of a decimal with a shitload of zeros in front of it. And it’s tiny. And I do mean tiny.

How tiny? 

Imagine the entirety of existence that we can imagine being the distance between your two hands placed about two feet apart in front of you. Now, place a single atom of Hydrogen in the middle of that space. Now…we are going to spread your hands from one side of The Universe to the other, and while we are doing this, we are going to shrink this single atom of Hydrogen to scale. Yeah…the further your hands move apart, the smaller this single atom gets, and it will never grow larger than it’s original size when you started at two feet apart. By the time that your hands reach the opposite sides of The Universe, this single particle is so absolutely tiny, that it could never be found, and there is only one in the entirety of existence.

^Raise A Little Hell – Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band^

Imagine looking for a single grain of sand located somewhere in the entirety Universe. By comparison, in what I described above, you’d be lucky to have a particle so large to seek.

The question remains...what are you really after? 

Don’t discount yourself or sell yourself short. If you are able to do that (stop discounting yourself) maybe some of the dynamics of things that I think that science is about to start stumbling across won’t be so damn scary as to their uniqueness. Especially as these dynamics and differences relate to sameness. Gotta keep in mind that you guys and gals within these high towers of science are going to be alone in your wonder and amazement much, if not most, of the time.

We plebs aren’t allowed access to your ivory towers of knowledge, and even if you grant access, would anyone even show up? You’ve been pricks and snobs within a system that allows it for a long time. You have nothing to deliver. You’re gonna have to face that at some point. Maybe if you’d stop trying to deliver something, we’d all get along a shade better.

It’s a tough row to hoe…no doubting that. But more of the same is…well…more of the same, just more of it. More of more means less than you might think.

^Shakey Graves – Late July^

We’re here…and so is everything else. You can’t give me what I already have. So…if you are going to now compare what you have with what I have, as some measure of success, think about that tiny particle.

If we both had to work together to find it, in order to resolve our differences in a less-standard manner… Welp, comparisons like that aren’t going to help us in that regard, because it distances us, and makes our objective more distant still.

^CONTROLLED BLEEDING – The Fodder Song^
I wonder if water can burn?

X: Why on Earth would you wonder something like that?

Cade: I dunno. I thought that was the point of wondering?

X: <grumble>

0: He has a point.

Cade: Bait…not taken.

0: I meant you dummy.

Cade: I remain skeptical.

Z: Skeptics never get anywhere.

Cade: Shut up.

Z: Now that was just uncalled for.

Cade: I was just minding my own business…wondering if water would burn.

X: Speak of burning water, and it shall appear.

Cade: FUCKING ROFL!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?

X: Saw it on a bathroom wall.

Cade: Ay yi yi…I don’t want to know.

X: Ever peed fire?

Cade: Wait…I can’t wonder about burning water…and YOU want to discuss VD?

X: Not really…I was just wondering if you’ve ever peed fire.

T: I can’t wait to hear this.

Cade: I had a case of “Honeymooner’s Disease” once.

0: Men don’t get Honeymooner’s Disease”.

Cade: Welp…they did back in 1986.

X: Having a lot of sex were you?

Cade: Um…yeah. Me and my girlfriend at the time were going at it quite a bit for a coupla weeks there.

X: Think there was more to that infection than just loads of unprotected sex over a two week period?

Cade: Welp, I have had a few nasty injuries to my junk, and I have a rather small urethra on a rather unimpressively sized penis…so…I think the doctor was correct. He sure seemed to think he was correct.

X: Didn’t feel…”complete”…this infection…is that what you are saying?

Cade: Yep. Like it was just…not very far in. Reminded me of some injuries that I have had that have made me pee blood or just bleed from my penis.

Z: What I want to know…is why are you talking about this at all?

Cade: I dunno…it just…came up.

Z: Bah…Humbug…Duh…Ching.

X: Pfftt…

0: Antibiotics. You were headed to antibiotics.

Cade: She had her body chemistry, I had mine. We were fucking like rabbits daily for weeks.

X: She had no issues?

Cade: Not until I asked.

X: Ouch. That had to hurt.

Cade: Yeah. Tried to be tactful, but…no real way to be tactful about that.

X: …

Cade: I just asked…it was all I could do.

Honeymoon Cystitis

Urinary Tract Infection

So yeah…burning water. One more reason to not fuck me, ever, under any circumstances whatsoever. I’m all used up and tainted by foreign vaginas, and God only knows who they’ve been fucking.

Or whatever.
^Skinny Puppy – Burnt With Water^

At some point…we all become an old dishrag.

All washed up.

The plates are looking clean tho.

I used plenty of soap.

Enjoy your dinner.

^Shakey Graves – Roll the Bones – Audiotree Live^

 

However high and big you get, it WILL crumble. Don’t think so?

Q: Did it come from pieces?

A: !!!?¿?¿?!!!

Yeah…that’s what I thought.

^Simian Mobile Disco – Hustler^
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^A Split•Second – Colonial Discharge^

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