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: The Munch Hunch

 

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

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

*I knew it!*

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

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

A: ???

Let’s….proceed.

^Gorillaz – Andromeda (Bonobo Remix)^

Membranes: Pressure veils?

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

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

A: I'm gonna guess for us here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A1: ?¿?

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

A2: ¿?¿

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

A3: ¿??¿

Q4: How’s your posture?

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


So yeah…ALCOHOL!!!

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

A: Prolly cause it's drunk. lolz

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

Then it’ll get fuzzy again…

then it’ll clear up again…

and so on.

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

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

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

and suddenly…

we have new players in town.

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

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

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

A: ???

“Is it snowing in space?”

– Phil The Weatherman
Movie = Groundhog Day

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

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

A) You are about to die.

B) You are about to die.

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

A) You are about to die via a tornado.

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

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

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

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

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

^Gorillaz – Rockit (Official Video)^


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

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

A: ?¿?

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

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

A: ¿?¿

I’m gonna “take a stab at this one.”

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

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

^LEMONSODA ラムネ (Epilepsy Warning)^


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

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

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

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

Food for thought.

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

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

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

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

Smacks of evolution and genetic change/mutation, eh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

^Lorn – Acid Rain (Official Music Video)^


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

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

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


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

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

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

^Gorillaz – Revolving Doors – The Fall^

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

We do the best we can with what we have.

All we have, is each other.

^AC/DC Riff Raff UK Version HD^

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

Yeah…what could possibly go wrong there? lolz

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

Take off at one airport

and 17 hours later

land at the same fucking airport.

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

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


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

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

DIFFERENT + DIFFERENT = DIFFERENT DIFFERENT?

Images and imaging.
Similar, not same.

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


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

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

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

^Childish Gambino – Terrified (Official Audio)^

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

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

^Caravan Palace – Wonderland^

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

Their lives are different. Their environment is different.

Similar <> Same
Similar = Similar
Similar = Same

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

Different = Different
Flow.

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


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

A: ???

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

A: ?¿?

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

A: ¿¿¿

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

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

When and where?

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imma go play some Plants vs. Zombies.

^Caravan Palace – Rock It For Me^


Have a great Saturday evening/Sunday day.

cYacFa

^OMORI – Pure Imagination^

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

trump fired

*Said the President to the missile…*

*Yes but who’s curiosity, Clicky?

…/waits…

Okay, another time, then…*

For Thou Art…

It was only on MEROVEE this morning that I learnt that the Grand National was being run today, Dear Reader…

*The Year I was born, Clicky… 50 years… /sigh… A rank outsider, who’d of thunk it?*

I had no idea of what horses were running this year so I decided to take a look

*Knot easy, Clicky! So many names… And you know how I like turning handles…*

I’d decided I’d pick three horses and a £1 each way bet would be placed on each. The first would be the rank outsider, for Foinavon…

La Vaticane

*Finished 15th, Click… Hooray for pipe…*

Smoking Pipe Data

The second horse I selected because it sounds like a blue Roobee 😉 Red Frank had recently posted ‘Blue Origin‘…

Saphir Du Rheu

*Yeah, unseated the rider Twiston-Davies… Blue Frank has a ‘twist on‘ today, Clicky… Hmm, I hope he’s right…*

My third choice for the race was immediately obvious (to me, but maybe to you, too, Dear Reader, you’ve employed your own ‘Clicky’ thus far in this post); however, there was another, specific reason for me choosing it… And that was The Okie Devil, Cade. Earlier this week I’d sent him my favourite philosopher quote…

Roobee send Cade her favourite philosophical quote

Arthur Schopenhauer The difference between talent and genius

…Sew, my third choice was obvious in a synchromystical sense…

One For Arthur

*Yes! …/punches air… I picked the winner! Shame Thoughtful Man took 12/1 at the bookies… /sigh… You know, Grandad S was called Arthur, Clicky… My name’s in there, too…*

If you’ve never heard of Arthur Schopenhauer before, Dear Reader, hear is an overview…

*/squawks with laughter… The local kids called his dog Mrs Schopenhauer…*

After the stake money was subtracted, I ended up with a small profit, which Thoughtful Man just delivered home in the form of battered sausage and chips… Yum!

battered sausage

*/rolls eyes… You’re quite the Sauce Age fiend, Clicky…*

Have a pleasant Saturday evening, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I was just about to start writing some shit.

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

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

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

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

Or not.

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

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

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


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

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

Let’s get Moody.

Tuesday Moody kinda moody.

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

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

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

Q: How’d it get there?

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

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

No fear here.

No fear at all.

No fear whatsoever.

Nothing to see here.

Move along.
^LIFELIKE “Your Tiny Mind”^

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

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

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

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

I wonder who manufactures that particular respirator?

I wonder who maintains it?

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


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

Maybe we aren’t what we do.

Maybe we are what we’ve done.

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

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

Motherfucking MELT.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

EX: My parents we always like…

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

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

Layer, upon layer, upon layer.

And speaking of layers and lairs…

let’s talk about religion!!!

^Perturbator – Technoir (feat. Noir Deco)^


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

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

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

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

Hows bouts a trifecta?

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


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

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

Mysteries...even.

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

So yeah…back to “The Beast.”

You want it?

You’ll get it.

See “The Beast” yet?

No?

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

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


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

100% of The Secularists.

100% of The Religious.

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

Q: Which one?

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

Yeah…that’s right…which one damnit?

Which one do you wanna see?

Which one do you not wanna see?

Did you look in the mirror?

I have.

I see The Beast.

Eyes glowing red with fury.

And sometimes…not so much.

Just chomping at the bit…either way.

Waiting on you and your decision(s).

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

I thought you wanted to know?

Q: Now what?

A: ...
^Daniel Lanois – Still Water^


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

^Daniel Lanois-The Maker^

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

If You Are Correct: YOU = FUCKED!!!

If You Are Incorrect: YOU = FUCKED!!!

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

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

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

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

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

Sounds kinda…”timed” to me.

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

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

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

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


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

Your system and systems are fucked.

Don’t think so?

For any Americans reading this…

Q: What is your annual budget?

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

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

For any of our other World Citizens reading this…

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

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

^Marco Lys – Kama (Original Mix)^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

^Pogo – Symphony #69^


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

How creepy. 😐

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

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

Great idea.

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

She and my daughter laughed.

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

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

Geo-fence

I have had enough of fences.

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

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

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

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


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

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

^Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody (Official Video)^


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

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

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

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

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

Mediate on it even.

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

I hope I do this right.

Srsly.

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

I hope I do this correctly.

Srsly.
^African music from Sahara – Boat montage^

Hang in there whoever you are.

^Bambi Lee Savage — Darlin’^


cYacFa

^Kenny Loggins- This Is It (1979)^

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

Missive From ‘Merica: Spirit Chill’n

Well, ’tis done…

*That’s right, Clicky…*

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

*/rolls eyes…*

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

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Sup?

How the fuck are ya?

^Garbage – Magnetized^


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

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

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

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

Experiences change.

Experience changes.

Weird how that works eh?

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

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

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

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

For me personally…you had me at hello.

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

Ever heard of the concept known as “upgrading?”

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

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

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


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

What is my logic here?

Simple: NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE FUCKING MILITARY!!!

Especially in a time of war.

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

Why?

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

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

NOW we can talk conspiracy and games.

^Technasia – Heart Of Flesh (Original Mix)^


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

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

Now that's funny. 😉

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

But there’s a problem there.

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

Otherwise…it’s just interference.

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

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

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

All these damn dams we are building.

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

Stop reading into shit.

Or keep on.
Whatevz.

LET’S GET HIGH!!!

^Drinking Coffee and Getting High^

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

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

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


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

^Half A Person^

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

But my question remains…”And?”

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

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

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

You…are a practitioner of Majick or Magick.

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

Smart thinkin'.

What could possibly go wrong.

This is why I hate religion.

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

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

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

^Eye – Smashing Pumpkins^

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

Just in case you were wondering.

Just in case you were wandering.

Nothing wrong with either of those.

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

Prolly just to make egregious grammatical errors.

This is The Internet afterall.

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

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

My guess is that it would look exactly like you.

And now we are talking about cloning.

And cloning is bad.

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

Cloning will never work anyway.

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

That territory is reserved as best as I can tell.

Can’t create something that already exists.

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

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

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

^Voodoo Lady – Ween homemade video^


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

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

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

God’s Current Age = 13.8+ billion years.

My Current Age = 49+ years

We are equally aged.

X: Close enough. 😉

Coupla things to keep in mind tho…

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

2) We are as old as we are.

3) We are who we are.

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

The I that is me.

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

The me that is I.

^Underworld – Born Slippy^


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

Ok…sure…

Q: Now what?

A: ¿?¿

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

Hmmm…that just don’t seem fair.

Meh…whatevz….whadda ya wanna know?

^Alice | Pogo^

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

Sound familiar?

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

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


HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE!!!

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

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

A: Your feet?

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

A: <sorry>

lolz

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

To relate…I have a question for you…

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

A: !!!

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

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

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

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

I dunno…don’t you?

You’re the one with the net.

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


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

Q: Who caught who/who has who now?

A: ...
^Pearl jam – better man^


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

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

O RLY?!?!?!?!?

You left a shitload of shit out there pops.

Primarily, the fact that you are a dumbass.

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

Yeah…yer a dumbass.

BUT! Thanks for the pearls of wisdom anyway.

😉
^Spektralized – Shy^

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

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

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

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

If you wanna get inside someone’s head?

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

STEP 2: Get to know yourself and your motives.

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

STEP 4: Reflect.

Q: Now what?

A: ...

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

We can all relate to one another.

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

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

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


One step ahead…always.

Well...at least one anyway. 😉

Being “the rabbit” has its advantages.

Fighting, Fucking, Fleeing, Feeding, Finding.

Fucking Fabulous.

😉
^The Bloody Beetroots – Detroit (Ghetto Edit)^

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

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

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

Nah…who would do such a thing?

^Pixies – Um Chagga Lagga^


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

Hypoxia (Medical)

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Congrats to you!

Just in time for Christmas!

😉

Have a song young lady!

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


Have a fabulous fucking foosday fuckheads!

^Nine Inch Nails – The Perfect Drug^


OH! And eye have “one for the road.”

^Arcade Fire – Reflektor^

*******

*Still floating on air, Clicky?*

Missive From ‘Merica: 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 😀

*******

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?”

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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.

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

Hang On A Mo… */squints…* (Updated)

The deadline is looming for the Easter Underdog Anthology, Dear Reader…

*Thank you, Clicky…*

… And I have still to finish my second story submission…

*No, Clicky, that’s a different sort of submission…*

*No, knot that kind of sub mission either, Clicky… /tuts… Could you just… /zips lips… just for a mo?*

…Although I have finished writing the Afterword, an opportunity offered to me by Leggy last weekend. You have no idea the sheer amount of poetry I’ve been trawling through this past week…

*Oh, so much Bryon and Shelley, you wouldn’t believe… /rolls eyes…*

… Anyhoo, I thought I’d take a short break and pen a post, as last night, Leggy brought news that Canadian politicians have made a Motion, a move toward the outright banning any criticism of a single, solitary religion…

…Can’t happen? They wouldn’t possibly enact a punishable law against ‘islamophobia’? The answer was supplied to that question by Red Frank

*Literally at the gate… /sigh…*

*/smiles… A Ted talk, perfect…*

*Oh Clicky…*

… Must get back to finishing my short story now, Dear Reader. Enjoy the rest of your weekend and… Have a Song… 😉

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UPDATE – MONDAY 27 MARCH 2017

bode (v.) Old English bodian “proclaim, announce; foretell,” from boda “messenger,” probably from Proto-Germanic *budon- (source also of Old Saxon gibod, German gebot, Old Norse boð), from PIE *bheudh- “be aware, make aware” (source also of Sanskrit bodhati “is awake, is watchful, observes,” buddhah “awakened, enlightened;” Old Church Slavonic bljudo “to observe;” Lithuanian budeti “to be awake;” Old Irish buide “contentment, thanks”). As a shortened form of forebode (usually evil), it dates from 1740. Related: Boded; boding.

There’s been a roobery… 😉

According to German media, the stolen coin is the “Big Maple Leaf”, a commemorative piece issued by the Royal Canadian Mint in 2007. The three-centimeter (1.18-inch) thick coin, with a diameter of 53 centimeters (20.9 inches), has a face value of $1 million. By weight alone, however, it would be worth almost $4.5 million at market prices.

The Bode Museum, located on the German capital’s UNESCO-listed Museum Island, houses one of the world’s biggest coin collections. The holding includes 102,000 coins from ancient Greece and about 50,000 Roman coins.

Spokesman Stefen Petersen said thieves apparently entered through a window about 3:30 a.m. Monday, broke into a cabinet where the “Big Maple Leaf” coin was kept, and escaped with it before police arrived.

German police said on Twitter that the robbers likely used a ladder found at a nearby rail track to break into the museum at around 3:30 am. Suburban rail traffic was interrupted as investigators combed the area for clues. The police did not comment on how the thieves managed to cart the extremely heavy “pet rock” out of the museum without being spotted or triggering any alarms.

“The heather-encrusted Headlands, veiled in a fog as thick as as smoke in a crowded pub, hunched precariously over the moors”.

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Have a Song…