The Left Column
autumn nowSept 23, 2017
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blah blah blah blah Onward into the storied evening!
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Here is today's pretty poem:
forest river fountain park hillside walkway two weeks of gloom and rain . . .
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glossary of what's next♥♥? :
Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?
What we have done What we have failed to do.
♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ !! end of column
The Message Column
The statues represent the children lead to fight for a failing cause Violence in the name of politics is political failure
Know-it-all-will-tell ya goes on about how in a healthy forest the low parts are always boggy and swampish in the wet season . . .
What is the purpose of finding? everyone ought to have an answer to this when they are looking. looking? looking for an answer? looking for an answer? what is the purpose of your answer? looking? just to find? if you don't know what you are looking for . . . then how do you know it when you find it? Obvously people know. Such confusion is merely a polemic. It's a bit. Some people fall into it. They get confused. They follow a 'cause'. Later on, those who promote such a cause dump them for rich foreigners who they bring in with great dreams of happy future and call you a racist for noticing. When there is enough for everyone why do some people still try to take it all for themselves?
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Oh tiny font nonsense, just because your letters are smaller doesn't mean you have some alternative importance.
Praise Praise Praise the the the Lord Lord Lord! for because Easter He's so awesome! welcome to The Message Column!
Is it obvious parody or News or both?
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Kafka was a dillhole, Orwell was a submissive? depends on who you ask. . .
Tear down the ugly statues of your own delusions, stop the obcession with the dead past.
Sept. 1, 2017
delight in the delete.
Remember the Sultana!
April 27, 1865© 2016 © 2017 ©
Praise Praise Praise the the the Lord Lord Lord for his for his for his unfailing unfailing unfailing love! love! love! well, little else now.
The Right Column
comparison between Blender 28a and 28c: 2 minutes for the newer and 2.25 minutes (2:15) for the old. That is a significant improvement. I have found no issues.
I've been holding off on a major purchase of a rendering box because . . . well first it's just not that important right now and second, the new technology is so significantly better that it's better to hold back the cash to make the vendors lower their price. There seems to be a lot of stupid money in the render space. Stupid money is a 'technical' term. What I mean is that obcessed people, who have to always have the latest and greatest, dump their money on brand new equipment as soon as it becomes available. They sell their old gear on-line for a fraction, and the cards aren't even a few months old, in many cases. It's not that the people are stupid, but perhaps obcessed.5:22 AM march 10, 2017
Blender is awesome, Open Source, and well supported. Check it out!
In an age of exceptional propaganda it's best to fall back on the tried and true.
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Buddy doesn't know what the song means anyway He kinda hopes it's something really cool He learned to sing it just from the sound of phrase it's not something that they taught him in school.
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Praise the Lord!
I got nothing more
Poem Shards Eulogy I met him in the fog of war after he was already dead his visage in videos speaking dread and how the public is mislead. If only I could have known you before you gave up the ghost to haunt the crossing ferry off to places unknown, an undiscovered . . . virtue. A new country! A new type of people who respect the things that work that ferry churning through the fogs and mists and dank smelling out-gassings of these many foul rethorics spewed plausible no one knows who is sure? Which shore does your ferry pull up to to let out the ghost, so the story goes, the one that gets told . . . better be one that people can hear when their kids are there outside the house at the top of the stair. She can't hear that story if he is but a ghost now she knew him he was her friend and told her how he had been destroyed, remorsed, fallowed, wasted, lost abandoned on the battlefield of soul blow up your fallacies, this war needs to be taken way down inside those dark-thought places where hate channels freely destroy the hate by sending it off to unthought rhyme unspoken words unkind unthought hate. We try not to think of it, what the plausible story can be he's off on that Platsburgh ferry a shroud of fog the mists and fowl outgassings must some how be endured one last time to say good bye, come back to me come back to me you friend now gone and lost never known all hopes of how to write this story . . . his story . . . if he had asked me . . . I'd start the book: "He faked his death to escape . . ." from Unipoems She asked " If you get across can you take this to the King of Nowhere and tell him, plead to him to think of her and the way that she needs him? but he won't come home so she goes out looking for him went down to The Flatiron Building asking anyone wrote a card mailed it home. I imagine her collapsed on a bench people shuffle through she feels the lonely loss why won't he come home? I imagine her. She wrote it like that on her card. But it was all for sympathy, just an expression of her drama and she felt lost because of it and didn't know how to proceed the tricks didn't work with him he'd gotten willful, run off with a different girl who doesn't go to church. Hear the steam whistle of an approaching ferry turning to make a smooth connect. Moving back from the railing and the ropes she notes the impatience of the people at the dock and how the other women really like to talk. the crowd rushes forward have your nickel ready she gets swept along now she is way out there in the ferry out past the jetty. Ferry to Red Bank 1906 🚦 🚧 🚨 🚩 🚪 🚫 🚬 🚭 🚮 🚯 🚰 🚱 🚲 🌛 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . . 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga Her tired morning seems more like poetry than anything you can find on a blog. Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 Woof and woe🌝 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥
who da thought?thought is sequential the end of it is never flood on, river of wise neglect let the bough break let the wind blow removed the baby from that cradle long ago and took him somewhere safe. Thought is over rated when it's thought for being mean to be mean being mean what you mean when you are mean when you 'mean what you say'. Memory is overrated there is joy in the person even when they don't know who you are anymore they still love you they usually don't forget that they love you usually. It was cold that day he'd driven all the way there and plodded through the snow to face the sorrow of his loved-one who didn't remember him but thought him to be someone else as thwarted. Memory is overrated when it's hard hurt of past tragedy as if it happened yesterday from the long ago. Bill Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛
What does one do with old software books? I'm packing them into bankers boxes. I'm going to stack them against a wall. Some of them were very useful. It serves no purpose to throw these away. Some of them are still useful, though it's easier to do it on line now.
May 10, 2017
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