A Sirius Discussion About Books and Such

The Underdog and Under-Underdogs have only gone and done it again, Dear Reader…

Underdog Anthology 2

Yep, this time I have two stories included: ‘Morning Run’ (a real short short)…

hot cross buns

*Hot cross buns, Clicky? …/ponders… Hmm, kinda but no, knot really…*

…and ‘The Inchoate Egg’, which is a follow up to ‘Secret Santa‘ and Harry’s horrible Christmas…

*That’s right, Clicky… ;)*

… Anyhoo, I thought I’d post one of my stories from Anthology Vol. I, for you today, Dear Reader, so here is ‘Mind The Gap’…

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Amanda woke with a start. She hadn’t meant to sleep on the journey but the warmth of the carriage and soft whine of electrical tracks, coupled with the denseness of the report she’d been reading had lulled her into unwanted sleep.

“That was my foot.” A sharply dressed woman scowled down at her as the wall of bodies pressed together in front, swaying with the motion of the tube train.

Embarrassed, Amanda reached down to retrieve the report that had slipped from her lap. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled to the reddening dent on the bridge of the woman’s high heeled foot. With a look of disdain, the woman turned her back on Amanda.

The carriage no longer felt pleasantly warm as it had when she took a seat earlier at the start of her journey. It had become uncomfortably hot. Her mouth felt dry and the cloying smell of a dozen different perfumes, cologne and deodorant filled her nose. Amanda stuffed the report into the bag stashed behind her legs and wondered how far she’d travelled. The black tunnel walls rushing past behind her gave no clue and the bobbing heads above obscured her view of any map or sign showing the next station stop.

The tube started to slow. Keen to get out of the stifling heat, Amanda rose, knees audible popping which embarrassed her further. She pushed forward, through the tightly packed commuters, toward the carriage doors, dragging her heavy bag behind her. She thumped the door release to the sound of the bleeps and spilled out, being careful to mind the cavernous gap between carriage and platform that opened up before her. She was glad for the cool rush of wind, as the tube pulled away. It lifted her hair from her face and soothed her flaming cheeks.

Amanda watched the last carriage of the tube train disappear into the tunnel. She wasn’t exactly sure where she was but it couldn’t be too far out of the way judging by the number of passengers dressed for the City on the train. A walk and a frothy coffee would refresh her before the meeting, she decided, as she looked for a sign showing the way out up to the surface.

The platform was completely deserted. In the distance she glimpsed a black sign and gold letters – ‘WAY OUT’. Amanda heaved the strap of her bag up onto her shoulder again and walked briskly toward it. Above the soft hum of the Underground Network, the sound of her clacking heels echoed along the empty platform.

She sighed when she found the exit barred by a rusting metal gate. Amanda rattled it but it was locked. “Hello! Is anybody there?” Silence greeted her call. She rattled it again harder but the gate didn’t budge. Irritated now, she turned and walked back the way she’d come.

It was strange – no station name was displayed and she noticed that there were no posters on the curved wall opposite to the platform. No bright advertisements for holiday destinations, insurance companies or wonder supplements, just the faded outline of where they’d once clung. Amanda gave a gasp as, above her head, the platform lights suddenly flickered.

“Can I help you miss?”

Amanda screamed in surprise at the soft voice behind her. She turned to see a wizened man with a pinched expression looking intently at her.

“Yes!” she replied too loudly. “The exit is locked and I can’t find another one.”

The man continued to stare at her and Amanda felt herself start to redden under his gaze. She felt the need to explain. “I got off here by accident. I don’t even know where here is. Look, is there another way out of here? I’ve got a very important meeting to get to.”

She looked up and down the bleak platform unwilling to meet his piercing blue eyes. The sudden thought that she was alone on a locked and deserted platform, with a strange man invaded her brain. She felt her stomach tighten with anxiety and the weight of her bag dig once more into her shoulder.

The man’s face broken into a grin of yellowing horsey teeth. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes. He slipped one out and placed it between his lips. “Would you like one?”

Amanda looked on aghast. Smoking wasn’t allowed on the Underground. “No, I don’t smoke and you shouldn’t either.”

The man cupped his hand around the end of the his cigarette and lit it. He blew out a cloud of blue smoke that enveloped them both.”Oh yeah, why’s that then?”

“Because it will kill you.” Any fear she had felt was replaced with anger as she waved the noxious fumes away. “Sorry, can you not do that?”

The man responded with a deeper drag and longer plume of exhaled smoke. He started to laugh which turned into a cough. Amanda moved away. A glob of yellow brown phlegm shot out of his mouth and onto the track.

“You’re disgusting. I’m getting out of here.” Amanda turned on her heel and walked purposefully back toward the locked exit leaving the smoking man behind. She could still hear him laughing and coughing as she neared it. Dropping her bag, she grabbed the bars of the gate and shook them vigorously.

“Help! Can somebody let me out of here?!” Amanda glanced back toward the man but he was gone. As she turned her attention back to the gate, he stood on the other side smiling and winking at her, cigarette clamped between his teeth. His smoke stung her eyes and made her nose itch.

“How?” Amanda tightened her grip on metal bars and shook harder. Rust flakes drifted to the ground. “I demand you let me out of here!”

The smoking man took a final drag and flicked the lit end toward her. The butt brushed the sleeve of her coat and fell, still glowing, to the floor. Deftly, he lit another one.

“Argh! How dare you! Stop it!” She extinguished the dog end angrily under her foot. “Let me out, you horrible little man!”

The smoking man took another puff and looked at her coolly. “This station has been closed for many a year now. Haven’t had a train stop in a while. Generally it’s pretty dead around here.” He chuckled. “I know, perhaps you could walk down the track to the next one.”

Amanda stopped. How long had she been on this god forsaken platform? No other train had stopped or passed since she’d got off. The tunnel entrance yawned behind her.

“No. I have a better idea. Why don’t I ring the police and have you arrested for false imprisonment and smoking illegally?” She bent down and scrambled around her bag, pulling out the heavy report to find her phone. She swiped and prodding the display in dismay; there was no signal.

The smoking man was standing next to her on the platform. He bent down and picked up her report. He brushed the cover with his hand and read the title “Decisive Steps to Ensure a Tobacco-Free Future’. What are they, then?” He opened it and squinted at the words. A roll of ash dropped from his cigarette onto the open pages. He closed it with a thud. “Well, it’s certainly thick” he said appreciatively.

“Give that back!” Amanda yelled. She lurched for her report but he sidestepped her advance and she fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Her elbow bloomed with pain. “Oww! You bastard, that hurts!”

Nimbly the old man jumped down onto the track, waving the report above his head. With a final, exaggerated cough, he disappeared into the tunnel. “Come and get it.”

“Stop! Give that back to me right now!” She screamed in pain and frustration. The report contained additional handwritten notes; everything she needed it for her meeting and now it had been taken by a nicotine addict. Amanda got to her feet and cradled her arm. Dirt and blood from her grazed palm smeared the sleeve of her coat and she was covered in the stink of smoke.

A sudden rage of righteousness engulfed her. How fucking dare he? How dare he? The filthy smoker had not only caused her pain and humiliatingly stolen her report, but now she was in no fit state for her meeting. No, she would get it back and then she would kick the shit out of him for good measure. She lowered herself down onto the track. How far ahead can he get with those smoke riddled lungs?

Amanda marched into the tunnel but as the suffocating black closed in, her fury and indignation soon turned to fear. What was she doing following this man? She stopped to think. “Did he say trains don’t come through here or stop here?”

In the darkness she heard a gentle cough. “Stop here.” As once again, Amanda felt a breeze lifting the hair from her face and cooling her flaming cheeks.

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Next stop Halloween…

Hell yeah

Have a Song, Dear Reader ❤

 

Missive From ‘Merica: A Question of Time…

Ah, Dear Reader, there you are! Happy World Autism Awareness Day…

Autism is due to a combination of genetic and environmental factors. Some cases are strongly associated with certain infections during pregnancy including rubella and use of alcohol or cocaine.

Phew! Not caused by smoking. Not yet anyways…

More good news! The Okie Devil has sent through a new missive to savour, ponder and enjoy… Take your time 😀

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Howdy! It’s been a while. Depending on your personal definition of “a while”…but in my estimation…yes…it’s been a while. A while since I wrote one of these things. 3 weeks by my estimation. Today is April 1st of 2017, and it’s currently 21:56 where I am. I have no idea where you are, or what time it is when you are, nor when you are reading this wherever you are. But I assume that you are reading this…whoever you are.

So…let’s start this particular journey off with a new “paradox” that is being touted by certain scientists/thinkers.

“If you invent a time machine, you will not be able to travel further back in time prior to the time machine being invented.”

I say…horseshit.

^Hybrid – Disappear Here (Hybrid Soundsystem Remix)^

Think of it like this…if you invent a time machine…this means, that as soon as it is “invented?” Yeah…you will pour through that time simultaneously upon creation.

Or at least…someone/something will.

Meaning: As soon as that time machine is created, all kinds of shit is going to happen…right…fucking…then.

But more than that? Weird shit is going to start happening, leading up to, and right up to that “time of time-machine creation.”

Why?

Creation is a process.

Now that we’ve got that “paradox” solved…let’s get even weirder.

All kinds of people are gonna wanna know how I arrived at this “conclusion” of mine.

Here’s the simple version…”Time-Travel”…already exists. And you don’t need a machine to travel through time, nor even to manipulate and control time. Those pathways already exist. All you need, is a bead on where you want to go.

Oh...and "why" might be important as well.
^Hybrid. Blackout Y4K Edit^

This is some weird shit for some Okie hick to be thinking about, eh?

Yeah well…I’ve been thinking about this shit for most of my life. A lot of other weird assed shit as well.

I just never talked about it before.

Not really something that many people have any interest in.

Especially in these parts.

As I wrote previously, when I was a kid, I was faced with a horrible paradox of my own.

“YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE THINKING ABOUT SUCH THINGS!!! LET ALONE…TALKING ABOUT THEM!!!”

Q: How do you not think about something that you have already thought about?

A: Time.
^Massive Attack feat. Mos Def – I Against I^

So anyway…yeah…we’ve invented a time machine that some sciences/scientists say can only travel backwards in time to the point in time of it’s own conception.

 Hmmm...you sure the fuck are making a lot of assumptions about time there.

Nevermind the assumptions that you are making about the machine itself. And, brothers and sisters, I’m getting pretty fucking detailed with my analysis of the machine itself. And I mean on the atomic/molecular levels, as detailed as origins of each and every molecule and atom and other sub-atomic particles within the machine’s parts and materials themselves. Just keep in mind, that in my personal thinking in these veins, I operate under the guise that information is NEVER lost in particles of matter. That matter remembers not only what it is, but what it has interacted with, and when, and where…and perhaps even…why.

Yep…”why” matter “A” has interacted with matter “B”…and all the other details of that interaction.

Information preservation…The Universe is big on it.

^Underworld – King Of Snake (Everything…)^

So now that we are thinking about matter in terms of “Universal Age”…meaning that you may actually be dealing with a particle of matter that has been around for countless ages within time, at the same time that you are dealing with a particle of matter that has only been around for a few thousand years. Maybe even a few thousand days.

To relate…there is a movie called “Interstellar” where the heroes of the story visit a planet with a massive amount of gravity, and the movie tells us that time changes radically for those who visit the planet itself, as well as for those who stay behind in orbit.

This is going to be both possible AND impossible, because time is contextual AND flexible AND simultaneous.

For the purposes of the story/movie, I kinda let it slide…but not really. Gravity and time are not mutually exclusive nor mutually inclusive. They are both and/or either.

EX: The movie itself has only a coupla hours to tell it’s story. A story of time and dimensionality. Nevermind all of the usual “humans going extinct/Earth dying” bullshit that it attempts to address. Oh…and there are some jabs at religion and government in there. Lotta shit to try and cover when telling the story of an entire species through the eyes of basically a father and his daughter.

What this story neglects to include, is the time and times of the travelers themselves. Nevermind their ships and all the superfluous crap they brought with them. As if there is some kind of transcendent barrier out there that allows for the entirety of the rules to change for one set, and remain constant for the other. When the reality is, that there are not two groups…there is only one. If you stop thinking matter, and start thinking energy/energies…and then get back to matter, and then add those two together…we’re right back where we never should have left in the first place when investigating this shit…one.

^Underworld – Scribble^

I think this is why science has such a hard time understanding the quanta. The flips that happen within the rule/rules sets are simultaneous. Singular…even. One this way…one that way…at the same time, and at different times. All you gotta do is add some motion there, and you’ll see what the gate is always backwards “on the other side.” Because it is not only backwards, it’s backwards AND forwards. It depends on the point of origin AND the destination. Because if you actually travel that path, they are simultaneous. So if you can get your head wrapped around THAT concept…now you are gonna REALLY start thinking about time. Yer gonna have to. Because you are already thinking about distances and speeds. 😉

So yeah…never leave time out…ever.

And now that you are seeing that cyclonic from view A, is anticyclonic from view B…now let’s get even weirder…it both…on both sides…all at the same time.

Q: Why?

A: It’s a question of access. By who, why, and when.

^R.E.M. – The Great Beyond (Hybrid Remix)^

So now that we have successfully invented our time machine, and the entirety of everyone who ever would access this machine and it’s network has simultaneously poured out of this gateway at the instant of it’s creation…can you see maybe why these pathways not only exist, but are off limits? Sound familiar? Almost as if someone has done this before? Sound much like “rules going out the window” at different points within science and it’s findings? And yet…science and scientists still want to know why this happens.

Stop for a second and think about this…are we here? Are you happy to be here?

Are you pleased with this environment and the way things work?

So yeah…find the beginning, and you simultaneously find the end.

Better be sure of which end you found and where.

^Pendulum – In Silico (Full Album)^

Something else that you need to think about and never forget as you are thinking about and never forgetting time…we are already traveling through it. All kinds of energies and matter of all types and sizes moving all kinds of ridiculous speeds from fast to fastest to slow to slowest. Some of these energies and matters move at speeds so ridiculously fast, that they appear to not move at all. Does any of this sound familiar?

Sure that you want to “tap into” that concept touted as “The Source?”

I don't think a tap is mandatory.

That said, I don’t make “the rules.” I wouldn’t even know what they were even if I knew what they were…which I don’t. But there goddamn sure seems to be some guidelines. Guides…even.

Did you just roll your eyes?

Me too.

lolz

LEARNING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN GODDAMNIT!!!

(nod to the movie "Bull Durham" there)

THIS GAME IS FUN GODDAMNIT!!!

lolz
^Knife Party – Abandon Ship Full Album [HD]^

OK so yeah…I may have figured out a thing or three. Maybe even more than that. What I HAVE NOT found tho? A practical application of knowing these things. I mean, we’re here…it’s happening. The practical application of these things…that is.

Q: If you have to “provoke” someone or something…are your methods and intentions sound?

A: Only you can answer this.

You pretty much had me at “provoke” or “provoked.”

OH! Encouragement? Yeah right.

Fear is a shitty motivator, irrespective of use. Meaning making someone fear to do something, or fear to not do something? Same shit.

^Deadmau5 full album 4X4=12 [Full CD]^

One day a coupla years ago, one of my nieces was talking with my daughter, and I overheard my neice say…

“I pray every night for God to just let me forget everything that I know.”

😦

God almighty. It has gnawed at me for years since hearing her say that.

I used to do that. I used to pray to die, forget, not know, unknow…whatever.

Just...something. Anything.

But at some point in my life, I was like…”WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE HERE! I’M DOING THIS WRONG!!!” I am who I am, and I can’t change that nor my past anymore than I can predict the future. I just gotta use what I got, as best I can. That’s when I started “The Gingerbread House of Horrors.” I mean, all this bad shit has happened…why not use it. And NOT in the way that I am being told to use it. Don’t use it to beat myself up with nor mope around in regret all of the time. Study it…and not “what went wrong.” Start with “what went right.”

We already have a good fucking bead on what went wrong.

^Futuria – (1 HOUR OF DARK DEADMAU5 SONGS)^


There’s your goddamn deadmau5. 😉

^One Hour Mix of Arabic Trance Music – Ancient Egypt – Vol. II^

I dunno. Lotta shit had started to make sense to me with respect to a lot of shit that has really kinda always made sense to me. Not that I’m not still equally perplexed and flummoxed…because I am. But I am not the “BEND TO MY WILL!!!!” type of person that some I encounter are. I don’t see The Universe nor anything in it as “something to be ruled.” Not in the manner in which many if not most mean “rule.” I’m better as the floating member of the support team. Help you build some of your dreams, crush other ones. BUT! I’ll always have an alternate dream for you in the event of a crushing. I only use that term because about the only time that “dreams” have adjectives is of the adverb/more of a verb type of adjective. Good, bad, nightmare, came true/come true, in progress, abandoned.

How sad. To treat dreams that way.

😦

To treat dreams that way…is to treat others in that same way.

Even if it yourself treating yourself that way.

😦
^Zardonic – Vulgar Display Of Bass Full Album^

When I talk about myself and my “I, me, my” kinda mode of writing…I am simply trying to relate my experience(s) to similar experience(s). And I’ve seen a SHITLOAD of FUCKTONS of those similarities in others. Why wouldn’t I? Granted, there are some major differences, and some experiences to which only I am privy. But most of that shit tends to be on the “really good ends” and “really bad ends” of the spectrum. I dunno…I gots no answers on how to deal with shit that you may be going through. But I can tell you that the experience of it, is worth anything and everything. And yes, that includes all kinds of pain and pains. There is no separation between “physical” and “mental” pain(s). Pain is pain, and hurt hurts. If you have a great life…good for you. Fucking GREAT for you. Srsly. I’m happy you’re happy. Just don’t try and beat me over the head with “you need to be happy goddamnit!!!” I hate that shit. Before you know it…you are telling me “be this” or “be that” or “be this AND that”…and I’ll be all like…”Ummm…do I need to be here for this?”

^All Knife Party Songs And Remixes In 1080p!^

I’m sorry…did you wanna talk about this shit or not?

Yeah?

Too late.

It's 23:33 on 2017.04.01.

Gotta run.

😉

^DAVID HOLMES – COME GET IT I GOT IT !^


cYa
cFa

^David Holmes – Tess^

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*That’s what you got from that Clicky?*

Reading Signs: Jews and Dotes…

Frankly, Dear Reader, sometimes reading signs ‘correctly’ can be a bit of a schlep…

Hackney residents were shocked yesterday to see a new road sign had been erected

*Beards and hats and dressed in black… /shakes head… Knot Amish, though, Clicky. You don’t get many Amish in London…*

Franck Allais produced the road sign artwork for a project, to ‘celebrate London’s diversity’.

“It was a project about crossing the road … how everyone is different, everyone has an identity.

“There is not only one sign in the street. I put more signs up in the street, but only this one got noticed.

“I am sorry for any offence caused.”

Signs missed by the residents included a woman pushing a shopping trolley…

… a man pushing a wheelchair…

… and a cat…

*Knot exactly ‘people’ though, Clicky, eh? *

*/rolls eyes…*

A misunderstanding then, rectified and apology given. Not a sign of a hate crime…

“We take reports of hate crimes extremely seriously so if any residents find any kind of anti-Semitic signs or graffiti they should immediately report them to the police on 101.”

*/sneers… Hateful sign…*

Blue Frank put up an interesting post today about ‘roadkill‘. He too is seeing signs…

But it might be beginning to change. It’s not as easy “to control exactly what people think” as it was 20 years ago. The internet is changing how information gets around. The MSM no longer has a monopoly on what and what isn’t news.

*Smokers and Jews have a lot in common, Clicky… /sigh…*

… Whilst Red Frank posted images of Anne Frank, and children fleeing for their lives, along a road…

*He also included one of Leggy’s short stories, Clicky… From the same book at ‘Telephone Pest’… We turned that into a screenplay… /blows out cheeks… Fucked if I know how to get it made…*

*Heh. You romantic, Clicky… /lights up… And if knot? …/blows smoke…*

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over… (Cont.)

Before we get on to the next part of The Okie Devil’s massive weekend missive, just a reminder, Dear Reader, that tomorrow is ‘National No Smoking Day‘ in the UK…

*Yep, I know Clicky… The wankers can fuck right off…*

*Oi! No, don’t use that! Use this…*

*/Deep drag… Fuck. Right. Off…*

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I noticed that someone Re-Tweeted a Tweet from Donald Trump today, and that Tweet caught my eye. It appears that the new President has accused the old President of tapping the new President’s phones back during the pre-election campaigning period..before the current President was even President…as the month of October was mentioned, which would be pre-Election Day.

Q: Um…ain’t that shit over with?

A: ???

It’s over. You won. Get over it.

I mean, it’s not like The NSA listens to every fucking phone call on Earth or anything. It’s not like The FBI reads every fucking e-mail on Earth or anything. God only knows what The CIA is doing. Not to mention all of those other Federal Agencies that are doing God knows what, God knows how, to God knows who.

Who gives a shit?

Right?

^David Bowie “The Heart’s Filthy Lesson”^

I mean seriously…who in the FUCK do I turn to, if someone is tapping my phone? Because I have a feeling, that I’m gonna meet myself coming, but it ain’t gonna be me nor anyone who represents me. Even tho, that’s what they are gonna say. What in the FUCK would China or Russia or Israel or any other fucking fucks in some other country want to know what in the flying fuck I am talking about, and who I am talking about it to? They couldn’t give two shits what I have to say, much less who I say it to.

I guess that’s the problem with “the psy game”…you can’t trust anyone. And even if you can today, what about tomorrow?

Yeah…so…a system built on lies and deception = FAIL!

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^Barry Adamson – Something Wicked This Way Comes^


I am privy to all kinds of wisdom that I’d rather not be privy to.

Things like…

“Her ass looks like 2 elephants fighting in a sack!”

or…

“Her ass looks like 50-pounds of chewed bubblegum in a 10-pound sack!”

I guess that was someone’s way of telling me which asses “looked good” and which asses “looked bad.” Not like that really matters. I mean, if they don’t want you touching them, what’s the point of trying to make someone feel worse? Because they won’t put out for you? Jesus. If I had a nickle for every woman on Earth/Terra would wouldn’t put out for me? I’d a have a fuckton of nickles. But…I’m not perfect. Even in my brokenness…I’m not perfect. Even the unbroke parts.

Talk about a thought that will take someone from joy to suicide real fuckin fast?
Yeah…harp on the shit that people can’t change.

Or…those things that they might be able to change…but you won’t be there to see it.

Be nice.

I have that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.

Not really.

Now…fuck off to the next paragraph…but do it in an orderly fashion. 😛

^cevin key – frozen sky^

LET GET SOME RANDOM WIKIPEDIA GOIN ON UP IN DIS HIZZAY!!!

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From today’s featured article

Sabrina Sidney – a British foundling girl taken in when she was 12 by author Thomas Day, who wanted to mould her into his perfect wife. Day had been struggling to find a wife who would share his ideology and had been rejected by several women.
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P-rep – has been proposed as a statistical alternative to the classic p-value. Whereas a p-value is the probability of obtaining a result under the null hypothesis, p-rep computes the probability of replicating an effect.
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2011–12 Lombard-Pápa TFC season – The 2011–12 season will be Lombard-Pápa TFC’s 5th competitive season, 3rd consecutive season in the OTP Bank Liga and 16th year in existence as a football club.
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Bridget Neval – a retired Australian/Canadian actress. She has been in various television programs including Wicked Science but is most famous for her portrayal of Lana Crawford in Neighbours.
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Alain Boghossian – a retired French-Armenian football player, who played as a midfielder; he is currently serving as an assistant coach for the French national team.
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Listed buildings in Penrith, Cumbria – a town and an unparished area in the Eden District, Cumbria, England. It contains 189 listed buildings that are recorded in the National Heritage List for England. Of these, five are listed at Grade I, the highest of the three grades, 23 are at Grade II*, the middle grade, and the others are at Grade II, the lowest grade.
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Toxoscelus – a genus of beetles in the family Buprestidae, containing the following species. (…? You’re gonna have to click that  – Ed)
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12-Crown-4 – a crown ether with the formula C8H16O4. It is a cyclic tetramer of ethylene oxide which is specific for the lithium cation.
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Tegegne Bezabeh – a retired Ethiopian sprinter. He competed at the 1964, 1968 and 1972 Olympics in the 400 m event with the best achievement of sixth place in 1968.
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Trylon and Perisphere (Homeland) – the second episode of the fourth season of the American television drama series Homeland and the 38th episode overall. It premiered on Showtime on October 5, 2014, airing back-to-back with the season’s first episode, “The Drone Queen.”
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Albert Hetterle – a German actor who also became a Berlin theatre director.
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Mausam River – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mausam_River – a river in Nashik District in Maharashtra, India. It is a left tributary of the Girna River.
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Erhan Mašović – a Serbian footballer who plays for Čukarički.
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Herring Island – an Antarctic rocky island, 3.7 km (2 nmi) long, lying 1.9 km (1 nmi) east of Cloyd Island in the south part of the Windmill Islands. It was first mapped from air photos taken by USN Operation Highjump and Operation Windmill in 1947 and 1948.
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Articles of Association – a document which, along with the memorandum of association (in cases where the memorandum exists) form the company’s constitution, defines the responsibilities of the directors, the kind of business to be undertaken, and the means by which the shareholders exert control over the board of directors.
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Mandhata Singh – an Indian politician. He was elected to the Lok Sabha, the lower house of the Parliament of India from the Lucknow constituency of Uttar Pradesh in 1989 as a member of the Janata Dal.
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So yeah…that “Herring Island” that came up? Yeah…the “Operation Highjump” caught my eye…but then, as the name itself sunk in, and I started to think “commercial fishing” and shit like that? It occurred to me…”wait…WUT?!?!?” The island is named for the guy that took the pictures of the island…Lt. Charles C.

Herring, USN.

What are the odds?

And then…

if THAT wasn’t enough…

the very next random article was “Articles of Association?!?!?

WTF?!?!?!?

What are the odds?

😉
^cEvin Key – Wind on Small Paws (Unofficial)^

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*Indeed, Clicky…*

More missive tomorrow, but if you are need of a little extra Cade today, may I suggest Dear Reader pops over to his blog where he’s written some more

*Nope, not jealous at all! In fact I’ve doubled my story word count, Clicky… I’m on a roll…*

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Bowled Over…

Wednesday Evening

“Aren’t you writing any blog posts anymore?” Thoughtful Man asked me.  He was lounging on our bed, tending his ArseFace Kingdom and listening to the TV. I’d come up to visit, bringing fresh glass of ice for his drink and collecting a rollie.

“Yeah, why?” I asked with a hint of surprise; he’d not paid that much attention to my posts before.

He clicked out of his game and on to the LoL. “These Missive things, they’re not yours.”

“Well no, but I do write the bits at the top and the bottom,” I said placing the fresh glass on the nightstand. “And edit the bits in between. It’s fun.”

Thoughtful Man returned to his game. “I don’t understand them,” he replied gruffly.

“Yeah but you don’t understand any of the posts I write either.” I lent over and kissed the top of his head. “Besides, I’m working on some short stories at the moment for the next Anthology.”

He handed me a rollie. “Oh yeah, how are they going?”

“Not as well as before. I’ve finished one, just trying to get to grips with the another,” I sighed.

Saturday Night

I was still staring at the 522 words I’d written, forlornly wondering where the rest the story was hiding, when I saw a new email had arrived. Guiltily I clicked on my inbox. There was a new missive from Cade 😀

“Nine pages! Fucking hell!”

I don’t know what I felt more, trepidation at its size and the time it would take to format, or jealousy. But as I started to read, I suddenly came up with an idea…

*Heh Heh Heh…*

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It’s Saturday @ 13:49 in the afternoon, and I have nothing better to do, so why not waste your time AND mine? Since I have nothing in particular on the brain to talk about, LET”S IMPROVISE!!!

Afterall, improvisation takes a SHITLOAD of practice.

^Live performance in Chennai, India ‘Vivid Saetaryung’ by Luna^

There was a mention of some goings on where someone supposedly said something to someone about something, and someone didn’t like something or something. Now, not to be too specific, but whatever it was? Yeah. Or something.

And not to start any new rumors on top of that or anything…but that Luna Lee chick looks like she is only a coupla weeks away from playing SXSW in Austin.

Don’t tell anyone! Shhhhhh!

^Dire Straits-Sultans Of Swing Gayageum ver. by Luna^


Not to change gears midstream or anything…but here above, we can see the lungs of a smoker who has since quit smoking. If you notice, the left side of the lungs (left lung) has been completely cleared of all of the evil black cancer causing substances, and is nice and healthy…good as new.

But if you will also notice...

All blood has been rerouted to the right side of the lungs (right lung)…so that the smoker’s body, which is so desperately craving nicotine, can suck the last succulent morsels of nicotine out of the emergency reserves that remain in the right lung.

That's what I'm seeing anyway.
^ZZ Top-La Grange Gayageum ver. by Luna^


How is the weather where you are? It’s cloudy and cold here. I braved the dogshit piles in the backyard earlier to gather wood, because later tonight, I’m gonna go sit outside and start a fire. Assuming it isn’t raining. But yeah, I ain’t got much else to do except read a few others’ websites, think, write, and prepare to get the fuck outta here A-S-A and motherfucking P.

The rest of the residents of the abode are planning their trip to go snow skiing week after next. They are planning to leave next Saturday, but they are going with some other woman and her children, and I guess there is some confusion over when to leave and exactly how long they are staying. This kinda baffles me, but I know nothing about snow skiing and it’s particulars, other than, it seems pretty simple and straightforward.

Point of Origin + Destination + Mode of transport/travel.
  • One big assed room for everyone to sleep in @ destination for length of stay.
  • Lift passes.
  • Skis/boots/poles.
  • Warm clothes.
  • Money to facilitate the above.

TA DA!!!

Simple.

Mystery = SOLVED! Next!
^TwinBrix – Sirius [Free]^


As I was looking through and for images earlier today, I got to looking at this particular thing above, and started watching the…I guess what would be called “artifacts” if one were viewing this object “in real life” or “IRL”…as “it”(life) has somehow become known. How ironic that we are putting “the flava” IN computer graphics, to mimic what we see “IRL”…and we are trying to take “the flava” OUT of life “IRL” to better understand what we aren’t seeing.

So yeah, there is a representational…erm…”rift“…going on there. Almost as if to say…hmmm…say….interesting…sry…lemme start over.

Almost as if to say, that saying, is more important that seeing/experiencing (nod there to disabled/handicapped/whatever).

So what am I saying? I’m saying that saying don’t mean jack shit sometimes. Much like my observation(s) about The Voynich Manuscript. That there was/is nothing there to be “deciphered” at all. That the letters/words were almost as if someone was just noodling and doodling as they contemplated the thought(s) of

“Why are you searching for mysteries, instead of looking at these beautiful illustrations of plants long since extinct?”

Yes, I realize that there are many things in that book. People, plants, doodles, all kinds of crap. I can’t remember what all because I haven’t looked at all of the pictures from the book. However, as a doodler while in thinking mode, it was just a thought as I followed the curves of this “language”…and thought to myself…

Holy FUCK!!! That looks like some kind of shit that I would draw as I was contemplating an unanswerable question.”

Those kinds of thoughts that usually spring from some kind of joy/sorrow kind of mindset, where you as a person, because of who you are and where you are….you just…can’t give up.

There’s always a better way.

These spans of time usually end in a statement, that is in the form of a question, that isn’t really a question at all. Almost like “The Topless Towers of Ilium”…that you find, indeed do have a top.

Q: Now what?

A: Keep going...or not....whatevz.
^I’m Deranged. David Bowie soundtrack “Lost Highway” 1997^

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*Yep, Clicky… /evil grin… I’ll post the next bit more tomorrow…*

Cade… Have a Song 😉

 

 

 

Missive From ‘Merica: Tits Up Timing…

I am expecting a missive from The Okie Devil, Dear Reader…

*/puffs out cheeks… Any sign yet, Clicky…*

*Oh okay…*

I don’t know when it will be here, or what will be in it, but whilst we’re waiting, let me take this opportunity to mention some weirdness that I’ve noticed about the recent Trump Administration’s ‘non-existent terrorist incidents’, as the MSM refer to them.  I posted about the first at MEROVEE

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Three times, we’re informed, Kellyanne Conway has referred to the ‘Bowling Green massacre’…

Nonetheless, the Helena paper spawned a wave of studies seeking to replicate the finding. Research observing similar reductions followed in places such as Pueblo, Colorado; Bowling Green, Ohio; and Monroe County, Indiana.

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Then an ‘incident’ in Sweden, mentioned at a Florida rally by the Prez himself…

In October 2012, the European Union’s commissioner for health and consumer policy, John Dalli, resigned, following an investigation by the European Anti-fraud Office (OLAF), into a complaint made by tobacco producer Swedish Match. OLAF found that an unnamed Maltese entrepreneur approached Swedish Match using his contacts with Mr. Dalli, seeking payments in exchange for influence over possible snus legislation. The new EU’s Tobacco Products Directive was expected to be appointed during autumn 2012.

And apparently White House Spokesman, Sean Spicer, referred to an Atlanta incident, when he meant to say ‘Orlando‘…

Anyhoo, if any more tobacco terror/ISIS coincidences crop up, I will of course mention them, Dear Reader…

Ah! Cade’s missive has finally arrived… Enjoy!

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Before I end this particular post…

I figured it would be a good idea to first…start it.

That should give us a better idea of where we both ended and started…in that order.

Afterall…we always get to the end first.

No wonder we always seem to have trouble getting started.

LET'S ROCK THIS MOTHERFUCKIN HIZZAY!!!

(Translation: Let us begin, now, here.)

^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^

 I...HAVE...A...HICCUP...IN...MY...GETUP.
Must be something wrong.

Let’s investigate.

^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^

So I gots me a package of papers delivered to me on Sunday. I immediately rolled them up with some Class A Marijuana inside…and smoked em.

Just kidding.

I took them into the backyard and set them alight, then smeared my body with the ashes once the fire got tired of reading them.

Just kidding.

I read the first page and cried. I then went out and bought copious amounts of Marijuana laced with turpentine and smoked it all. I’ve felt weird ever since. Prolly some kind of nasty chemical fertilizers used on that particular batch of pot or something. Fighting chemicals with chemicals is like…chemical warfare or something.

There outta be a law against that kind of shit.
^SKINNY PUPPY ‘VX Gas Attack’ TOO DARK PARK Backing Film excerpt (HQ Audio)^
Q: How many nipples do you have?
A: O RLY?
Q: How many auxiliary nipples do you have?
A: YA RLY!

I have three auxiliary nipples. I am a man/male, so I assume that any nipples that I have should first be classified as “auxiliary” seeing as how the only time that I require them is upon encountering a freaky chick who likes to chew on dude nipples of the “mine” variety during sex. I have two auxiliary nipples. My auxiliary auxiliary nipple is actually a mole under my right arm along my rib cage where the external oblique muscles run down the lateral side of my oh so sexy body. Sexy, as-in, sexy for those who prefer abstract art. I like it. My body that as. I mean…I must like it I guess. I jerk-off almost incessantly…so yeah. Did I say that out-loud again.

GARSH-DARNIT!!!

Anyway…erm…yeah…nipples.

May I see yours?

(Ladies Only/18++ Only)

Send pics to me@mywebsite.not
^Super Circle Plane | Flite Test^


So I got into a debate online today, with some asshole that is arguing that Donald Trump will be elected to a second term.

WTF?!?!?!?

Not really. Meaning: Not really did I get into an argument with someone online today about Trump being elected to a second term. But somewhere in my travels over the last 24 hours, I did see mention of someone saying something to the effect of “I don’t know if I can handle 8 years of Trump as President.”

WTF?!?!?!?
The dude just got elected/just got into office!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!?

Have you ever thought…that maybe…just…MAYBE…the noise that The President and his administration is making, is SO FUCKING AMPLIFIED BY ALL OF THE BULLSHIT SURROUNDING IT…that…yeah…there are some problems there prolly.

I mean...WTF?!?!?

I saw a vid a coupla days ago where the student body counsel of some college was voting down a group of students from being able to form their own representational group on campus…all because they are “a conservative hate group.”

Gotta hate that kind of lack of representation.
What a world eh?
^No Mana – Fade^

Magnet
Magnetism
Magnetite
Ferrite
Attraction
Repulsion
Genetic Linkage
Chromosomal Crossover
Genetic Marker
Repulsion Theory
Concentration

So…stopping right there and thinking about mixing and mixtures and concentrations with respect to…

A + B = X
Q: How do you know where nature “got it wrong” and where nature “got it right?”
A: ???¿¿¿

I mean really…you fucks can’t even get your nomenclatures correct with respect to correct/incorrect.

Q: Who is gonna be around to clean up your mess if you’re wrong?
A: ¿¿¿???
Anyone?
^No Mana – Metronomes for Pulsars^

What I am thinking about, is proportion and proportions …ONLY… with respect to “what is.”

It seems to me that there might be a fuckton of ignoring “what was” and “what will be” on some timelines that actually take the time in the now to include both and all.

That may not make sense to some. But think about it like this. It is my contention, that with respect to the present, and in this context of thinking, as long as discovery is profit-based…there’s gonna be some oversight oversights that are simply ignored.

EX: Does duplication = equal?

Q: For how long?
A: !!!

Yep…it matters. It’s gonna matter to someone somewhere at some time.

Does that matter to you?
It matters to me.
Does that matter to you?
^REZZ – Paranoid (Official Music Video)^

Equivalent Concentration (Redirected from Normal concentration)
Molar Concentration
Osmotic Concentration
Osmole (Unit)
Watt
Oxygenase
Iron
Carbon Monoxide
Oxygenation
Dissolution
Dissolution (Chemistry)
Chemical Kinetics
Electron Magnetic Moment
Bohr Magneton
Quantization (Signal Processing)
Polyphony
Polyphony and Monophony in Instruments
Polyphenol
Phenol
Aliphatic Compound
Aliphatic Nitrilase
Nitrile
Aliphatic Aldoxime Dehydratase
Substrate (Chemistry)
Lyase
Aluminum Electrolytic Capacitor
Amine (Redirected from Aliphatic amine)
Biogenic Amine
Nitrogen
Nitrogen Cycle
Humus
Hummus
Tofu
Bean Chips
Gas (Redirected from Gaseous)
Ostracism

As we can see…it appears that something called “Bean Chips” have been invented.

I can see these being a fucking HUGE hit at parties.

If you want all of your party guests to leave ASAP…may I recommend…

BEAN CHIPS!!!
^REZZ – Voice In The Wall^

I finally broke down and “skimmed” the divorce papers package that was presented to me two days ago. There is not “a package” of divorce papers. It’s actually 3 separate packages of papers, that also contains a scary-assed cover letter, and an additional waiver form that I must sign in front of a notary. So yeah…using my standard home-brewed batch of mathematics…one(1) package that consists of five(5) parts. And of course, there are all of those documents contained within, that contain a formatting that contains a shitload of A’s, B’s and C’s…and a fuckton of 1’s and 2’s and 3’s…and makes you feel like some sort of robotic pestilential disease.

Hey! That rhymes. I guess I need to copyright that and make billions of mega-money-dollars.

Anyway…

yeah.

Or something.

Reason = Reasons = Reason

Or not.

Whatevz.
^BlackGummy – Incoming^


Got to see my future ex-mother-in-law the other day. We hugged. We talked. She’s nice.

^Hanayo – Joe Le Taxi^

Nipple
Lactiferous Duct
Breast Disease (Redirected from Breast diseases)
Benignity (Redirected from Benign)
Malignancy
Malignancy
Malevolence
Lucifer
Nipple (Disambiguation)
Baby Bottle
Bisphenol A
Polycarbonate
Hormone
Hormone-Sensitive Lipase
Adipocyte (Redirected from Adipocytes)
White Adipose Tissue
Brown Adipose Tissue
Lipid Droplet
Proteomics
Phosphatidylcholine
Biological Membrane
Integral Membrane Protein
Drumhead
Dumb Head
Dickhead
Resonance
Tuned Mass Damper
Structural Integrity and Failure
Normal Mode
Motion
Motion (Physics)

I get an erection when looking at photographs of the female nipple(s)/breast(s). I mean, not really…but yeah. I’m really not in the habit of looking up pictures of nipples…female or otherwise…but thanks to my current course(s) and/or path(s)…nipple pictures were/are on the menu…so to speak.

Next UP!!!
!!!-N¿U?N¿?Y¿A-!!!
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^


I can’t remember what I was gonna say here.

Srsly...I can't remember.

Honestly…there was something.

Truthfully…I forgots wut it wuz.

Really…I’m not lying.

Well…I might be lying.

Just a little bit tho.

^Lo Fidelity Allstars – Battleflag [High Quality]^


Roob mentioned something the other day regarding “length.” It was in response to one of her whatevers that she wrote, and I posted over at “my blog” over on Blogger.

Q: Is time really…relative?
A: Your time is prolly relative to you. That's prolly gonna make it relative to me and others, when and where it is.

SIMPLE!!!
Mystery = Solved! Next!

^The Revolting Cocks – Big Sexy Land^
Q: If you never get emotional, when doing what it is that you are doing, what is the point?
A: <No Answer Even Remotely Possible Here>

The above question is so impossibly difficult to even begin to try and answer…that yeah…you may already have that answer. Not that you should feel foolish or cheated and having the answer all along and not knowing it. Maybe think of it as sequences and sequencing in sequence. It’s what keeps things rolling.

We are capable of many and much.

Sometimes…not so many, and/or, not so much.

But it’s kinda relative.

Is it what cha need? Or what cha want?

Which matters? Both dummy. Just…not always at the same times.

I’m as stubborn of an asshole jackass as anyone.

I can and will…say things that are gonna piss you off something fierce.

Just…have a lot of things that I am thinking about, and a proportionate amount of things that I am trying to NOT think about.

I gots no answers.

But I’m willing to wear my mangled-assed fingers down to the nub searching for them.

Why?

Why not.

Someone’s gotta do it.
I appear to have the time.
Results = Atypical.

Atypical

Atypical

^Meat beat manifesto – Strap down (480p)^

Tommy: Let’s think about this for a sec, Ted. Why would somebody put a guarantee on a box? Hmmm, very interesting.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Go on, I’m listening.
Tommy: Here’s the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy guarantee on a box ’cause he wants you to feel all warm and toasty inside.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Yeah, makes a man feel good.
Tommy: ‘Course it does. Why shouldn’t it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Guarantee Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?
[chuckles until he sees that Ted is not laughing]
Ted Nelson, Customer: [impatiently] What’s your point?
Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” says the little fairy; well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s money missing off the dresser, and your daughter’s knocked up. I seen it a hundred times.
Ted Nelson, Customer: But why do they put a guarantee on the box?
Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a guaranteed piece of shit. That’s all it is, isn’t it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer’s sake, for your daughter’s sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.

Movie = Tommy Boy

Miss ya Chris. ❤

I know you ain’t really gone…

You just ain’t here.
But you are.
Weird...eh?
^Best moments: Matt Foley (Chris Farley) – Motivational speaker – SNL^


Gotta pay to play I guess.

Q: What is “fair market value” and “when?”
A: SAY WUT???

Oh yeah…also…for how long?

Meh…they’ll figure it out.

One way or another…someone will.

Faith…I have it.

I hope I do anyway.

^Yello – Goldrush I (1986)^
Turpentine
Alpha-Pinene
Beta-Pinene
Allyl Group
Plasticity
Gland (Redirected from Glandular)
Martholme
Thomas the Apostle (Redirected from Marthoma)
Freyja (Redirected from Marthoell)
Jötunn
Marthozite
Orthorhombic Crystal System
Anisotropy
Grain
Grain (Disambiguation)
Grains Per Gallon
Calcium Carbonate
Vaterite
Metastability
Chemical Stability
Pineal Gland
Trigeminal Ganglion
Whiskers
Orbit (Anatomy)
Orbital
Orbital Resonance
Apsidal Precession
Milankovitch Cycles
Axial Tilt
Ice Age
Ayahuasca

So…it seems that the rain-forest will indeed be cut-down/destroyed…

…by the same assholes that supposedly were trying to save it.

Weird.
^Yello – Cosmic Baby ↑ Dr. Van Steiner^
Q: When I give you the answer you want and/or are looking for…will you like me again?
A: ...

Not that you ever liked me or anything.

 Just askin.                                  Just sayin.

Still lookin.

Carry on.
^Opus III – It’s A Fine Day^
“Time began…when I say it began!” – God
Lolz!!!
Put that on a billboard or bumper-sticker.
loLz!!!
^Nitzer ebb – Control i´m here^


-c+Y+a-
+c-F-a+

^Yello – The Race, extended version (1988) [OWee’s 2012 video]^

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*Blimey! Supernumerary nips, Clicky… Who’d have thought? Cade’s got it all…*

*/rolls eyes… Yeah… /shakes head… Just put the Song up…*

 

‘MIA’ – A Missive Mystery…

Yesterday Clicky posted The Okie Devil’s latest missive whilst I was otherwise engaged. It was very good of him do that…

*Oi! You’ll have your turn…*

However, it appears that in his haste to complete said posting before I got home, Clicky neglected to include a gif from Cade’s carefully prepared text. To wit, exhibit A…

*/stern expression… Take it out from behind your back, Clicky, and show it to Dear Reader… /flares nostrils… Come on…*

 

essence-of-cade

*That’s so Cade… /winsome smile…*

*For goodness sake, Clicky… /holds up hands… You completely changed the ending. What were you thinking?*

*I’ll say! You turned it from a gritty rendering of his thoughts and feelings into…*

*/sniffs… Well quite! …/blows nose… I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what he was going for… /lights up… I’ll have to apologise to him…*

*/squints… Oh, and that roaring fire you so thoughtfully lit?*

*Yeah, the library doesn’t have a fireplace, Clicky… /blows smoke…*

*…And some suspicious gaps have appeared on the shelves in the Religion/Politics section… /taps ash… Honestly Click, what to do… /wrings hands…*

*NO! Jesus fuck! …/stubs out butt… I’ll just have to replace with some new stuff… /sigh… Okay, I’m off to apologise to Cade… /pulls on helmet…*

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*I’ll smooth it out… /cocks head… Well? …/waits… Song?*

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