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#Release the Memo

hashtag: release the memo!

The expectation is there. But will the shoe drop? Will the shoe drop? Will congress vote to drop the shoe?

If you leave it to them, what can you expect? how about hashtag "not you, too!" People say that information is soon to be available. Congressman Geatz says that it will rock the political world if the document is released. Oh, what can it be?

Hannity quotes about some saying 'Abuse of power' and coments like 'shreding our 4th ammendment rights' and 'Bigger than Watergate'. 'Abuse of the powerful tools of intellegence'

Hannity says that . . . bought and paid for the dossier! The Dossier was a pulp product, a fiction. And they even have a borris and natasha in the FBI. And that mueller 'should never have been appointed'. At the 'heart and soul' and center of it all.

heart and soul? 'lonesome human'?

it's kind of a reverse insurance policy. It's not saying you get thise if you die (your family gets it). It's the kind where if you don't die . . .

Lisa Paige. Going to the FISA court. Wow.

Word bombs today!

Release the Hounds! Hounds? Release the memo.

It doesn't matter, people know what the memo says. It's going to be released. They ought to let the shoe fall.

Red or Blue or Purple

I'm not a fan of the 'red' 'blue' pill thing as an idiom for coming into knowledge. Probably because I do a lot of graphiscs and I don't like assoicating colors with such abstractions as knowledge, or gnosis. I donm't like saying blue/red for dem/rep. I don't think that using 'white' and 'black' is that bad but we aren't really using a color. If you use the color, then I'm maybe not liking it.

The point of all of this, and the release the memo thing, is that the government is not to be allowed to be a private property. We can handle the bad news, by now, that has gotten Congressman Gaetz upset.

Metaphysical and Psuedospirtual explanations

I was a big fan of Carlos Castenada when I was a lad of 20 or so. I did enjoy. (you were not a lad at 20!). OK. But I did also like Issac Azimov, who alos wrote fiction. I say 'also wrote', because to put it into awareness pills allgory, it's a blue, or easy explanation: it's really a fiction. But if Carlos were not a fiction, how would the world be able to handle that? And if you know you know and you keep your mouth shut because you understand that the ones who do do, an dthe ones who are against them know too, and if they do you don't they have you can't they put up obsticles. They don't care what you think they just want to rule you.

So the psuedo spiritual explanations, with their lumerious rambling, having met a real space alien (they said) they could see it in each other and then. OK, it's a great fiction. But you can't think it's true. If there really are space aliens running our ogvernmost, you know that the majority of the people have to think that is a fiction (it is) and that it is not true (it can't be true, can it?)

Here it is with that kind of thred: it's just too much. It's not true, but you see it that way. Or is it? but that's the fiction too, that you can't know. You really do. YOu either do or you do not know about these things, and have already spent a lot of time and a long time learning about it but it isn't information that is for general consumption, if you believe it's true.

So the fiction of the blue-pilll is presented as a red-pill. But it's not truth it's a fiction.

It's either real or it isn't. If you know you don't need to say. Anyone who wants to know what you think about these things doesn't deserve an answer.

My Point: the genre we need to use is like what Hunter Thompson did. We have to not be mean by freaking people out with red pill stuff. And please, if they think it's a blue-pill, then let them think that. So if they say you're narrative is a good-fiction, what they call 'Cue-porn', then let them think that. Meanwhile, in the background there are these big-head fools being perp-marched behind them, while they are there chantig the hate, the perp walk is happening right behind them, but they can't see it because they look away 'na na na na' can't handle the truth.

By the end of the day will we have these memos released?

Be kind and don't dose anyone with scary pills, blue or red.



But what is really happening? In the wider world? I read varius thing, and hear things in video clips. Some of these are not wide in their distribution. I do a search on Q anon, and it leads me into a lot of different information, and various people with the hyperverbose quality who really do want the septic situation to be contained and cleaned.

No ya don't know

No ya can't say

Weeee Rea ee ee ee ee ee ee


  Sunset Blue,
  and the sound of the rain . . .
  
  Sunset Comes
  and he's starting to play.
  The bar room luls to hear what he's going to say.
  The room is roused
  He has started to sing.
  If you look at his hand
  he's missing his ring.
  
  no ya don know
  no, ya can't say
  you . . . .
  had better let the man just play
  He's not having a good day.
  
  Sunset falls
  he's starting to cry
  those up  close and by him
  just can't fathom why.
  
  He's waailing out
  the most mornful of songs
  the crowds too stunned,
  and no one sings along.
  The music crescendos
  it's starting to rain
  everyone around him is
  feeling his pain
  And they worry, wonder
  and don't know why
  they want to make him glad again,
  he's that kind of guy
  that you feel so strong for him
  even though you don't even know
  how he's come to be like this,
  the rain
  turns to snow.
  
  No ya don't know
  ya, you can't say
  you
  had better gather your mittens
  and be on your way.
  The mountain road is slippery,
  you're starting to slide
  you sideswipe a snow bank in four wheel drive.
  The gorge bridge is so slick
  that you're starting to spin
  how is it that this song goes, with you
  starting to win?
  
  
  
  well, the story is how 
  Sunset lost his ballance
  and fell over the edge of the 
  railing and down into the gorge and
  used his guitar case like a sled
  and even though
  they all thought that he died,
  he didn't.
  And he did not try to do it, 
  it just happened like that.
  And that is the story that
  he sings 
  in his newest song
  which he performed in
  Tennesee,
  of, come on,
  it could be
  but 
  this is just a story
  so
  
  ya don't know
  and you can't say
  but in a happy story
  the guitarist gets away
  safe and free
  and living
  for all to see
  
  
  Sunset comes
  and it's starting to snow.
  The skiers and their headlights
  are starting to go.
  Sunset playss
  and they all sing along
  by now the words are perfected 
  and they love his song.
  
  But you don't know
  and you can't say
  you . . . . .
  should hold your thoughts
  for another day
  
  The light, it grows low
  the trees shine in ridge-glow
  you . . . 
  should tuck in now and sleep through the snow
  hold your questions
  for another day
  this one is ending
  and Sunset
  is safe,
  and on his way.
  
  
  
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Q anon

It's either a great hoax, crafted by masters of commentary and political science fiction (poly-sci-fi), or it's a comm-channel.

No matter what:

Love People

Jan 5, 2018
 

cue the record:
Storm is coming . . .



 
 
Onward into the storied evening!  
   
   



Sean!

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Love
People!

    
    
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๐Ÿ€ Praise God! ๐Ÿ€

Oh the wish of dreaming songs
that all can sing along
even those out of tune
howling as they swoon.

Oh this hard fact
of buzz kill
stories
the week before.
Take note of that sarrow
nothing more.

You didn't cause it
so why feel so blue?
And is there anything really
that you could do?

Just to post these lamoid
draft poems, so chilly
on my unread front page
posted by billy
whose always been inclined
to run on in his mind
and produce content that is silly.

Ah, silly billy,
willy nilly
oh so silly.


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 A hard hearted Rosta.
 A full plate of pasta.
 Everybody knows
 you can never make a 
 girl like that
 happy.
 
 On a brighter day
 everybody goes
 to the high pier
 at the fifty mile beach
And I know
She doesn't look you in the eye
and when she she says bye-bye
she means
by
and by
and buy
uhn't ah
ya huh huh
till all the moneys gone and I knjow

You can't ever make a girl like her
happy
so why should you even try
because if she has you in your sights
she might just be wishing that you'd . . . 
die.

nuht uh
uh ha
nuht uh
uh ha

in the bigger world
everyone says
if you want two 
then why not just take two?
But if she's watching everything you do?
all the hopes that you pursue
and causeing harms that might acrue
if you dwell
in that hell

nuht uh
uh ha
uh ha 
uh ha ha ha ha haa

nuht uh
uh ha
uh ha
uh ha ha ha ha haa

Everybody says
you can't
ever make a girl like her
happy
It's a brighter day
and you're driving a way
she had nothing left to say

nuht uh
uh ha
uh ha
uh ha ha ha ha ha haaa

If you want to
then you don't you just do?

If you want two
why don't you just take two?

 This the part
 where she's breaking your heart.
 
 How can you stop
 when you don't ever start?

 
 I know
 the things you keep in side
 you've been shutting up your mind
 the one's you left behind.
 I heard
 the songs you sing when you are blue
 you make the words sappy gew
 like you don't know what to do.
 
 
 
 If you'd just
 write your songs
 to be for everyone.
 Stop 
 making villains
 of who you don't know.
 You see it all in the dark
 and you write and tune
 and then on a lark
 you put some crappy words
 that actually are absurd
 if you think of what you say
 when you're lonely to convey
 that I don't really know
 what you are rattling on.
 Can't you think
 of better words
 for your rage-head
 anthum song?
 
 
 
 
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nothing
nothing
you don't know anything
I can't take you anywhere
you don't kjnow nothing
and I
don't know
why
with that look
in your eye
that you're starting 
to cry
your just a little
baby guy.

Nothing
nothing
don't you know anything?
I cna't take you anywhere
you don't know nothing.
And I don't know why
with that look in her eye
that I was starting to cry
but the video didn't lie.

I ain't never gonna be
anything more
than what I'll already become
and if you thinking what you hope for
what you left behind
no make up your mind
what did you really find?
Cause I don't know that it's dumb.

If you're thinking about it
and you're talking about it
you had the whole day long
to do something about it.
And I don't know why
you've been screaming and shouting
and I don't even know what you mean.

If you don't love me
then I could walk down along the sea
in the blizzard
with the wind and the flooding flow.
I'll walk off along the shore
you won't see me back here anymore
Getting on my boots and I'm going to go.

If you're thinking about it
and you're talking about it
you had the whole day long
to do something about it
and I don't know why
you've been screaming and shouting
and I don't even know what you mean.

If you don't love me
I could walk down along the sea
and you'd would see
that you don't really want me 
to go.
But you opened up that door
you said "Don't come around here no more!
Now off with you
into
the blizzards and hightide flow"

If you're thinking about it 
and you're talking about it
had the whole day long 
to do something about it
and I don't know why
you are screaming and shouting
and now you say I must go?

Ah
ha ha haaa
ha haa ha haa ha
haa 
ha ha ha
ha
ha ha ha ha
due do do doom doom doom
da de dippity doom
and the dunes
are flooded with
snow.

ah ha ha Haa
ha ha
ha ha
ha ha ha ha
have you told your lover to go?
And did he take you at your word
as rediculous and as absurd
and wonder off
into the blizzards of snow?



You look to me
like you've been trying too hard
like life's been dealing you a crooked card
Or you've been freaking out
locked out of your car
and then you wondered down the midnight highway really far.

And I don't know
which way
the wind will blow
I thought we'd worked out
yesterdasy
you look at me and have nothing to say.

You look to me like you've been running to fast
like life has bowled you over
and kncoked you on your ass
or you've gotten bloated and are all full of gas . . .
or worrying about a fantasy past.

I don't know
which way the wind will blow
I thought we'd worked it out yesterday.
You look at me and you've got nothing to say . . .

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Here is today's pretty poem:


  

As nice as you are at the door of the pharmacy,
or in the hall way in the public building
where everyone sees who you are,
why can't you be that way on the on-ramp?
Or at the merge?
Or when people aren't paying attention
and you can see it?


    
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Blathertational


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glossary of what's next

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Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Praise the Lord Just because it's the right thing to do !ยฉ 2012 APC.Praise the Lord for his deep and unfailing love for us! ยฉ 2012 APC.


What we have done
What we have failed to do.

Wake up!

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Work on what has been spoiled

The ongoing situation

Supporint the on-going anticorruption efforts seems a priority. The constant slanders against our president continue. Some rumors include . . .

But I'm not interested in spreading rumors. What is news? That congress is holding on to a secret memo that details aspects of (alledged) efforts of . . . to . . . in a grand and slanderous fashion. Other rumors in clude . . .

And here is a priority: to support the on-going anti-corruption efforts which are necessary to smoke the foxes out of the chicken-coups of public governance (chicken coups of public governance)

Strange times. I hear the president needs to know that we have him in our hearts and prayers. of course we do. And those who are working with him. And we (I) know that he's a good guy and working with good people to clean up a great big mess that was an intentional defilement of the offices and stature of our nation.

here is another important point: the team involved with the delivery of the special requests for appearance, that kind that you can't refuse, does not want to jump the gun with the announcements concerning these aspects. As well they would like the public, at large, to have amuch wider understanding of what crimes might be possible. But it's very very dark. So many people are having a hard enough time dealing with the day to day gloom of defeated people walking around like zombiess and blaming other people for the individual pain felt, but it can't be their fault. I'm divigating.

Crimes so horrible that when people hear of them they loose sleep over it, and demand justice. That is what is alledged in some of these rumors.

The MSM is full of paid for liars for the cause of them getting paid. And if that funding is cut off, then a lot of the manufactured 'dissent' ought to also tapper down.

Logical and civil opposition is a tradition of American politics. That has always been the expectation.The problem that the liberal lie-writers (those who write their 'on-message narratives' is that those liars, having lived in the lap of the privledge of being a ward of teh ancient corruption, didn't really know anyone real, or deal with real pepole. They were raised in a bubble and fed marxist lies as education. And so they couldn't possible comprehend that after the election is over, and the Repbulican wins, or the Democrat wins, that they all go home and have a good meal, watch TV together, and then go to bed. And some of them slip away and cannoodle together. Because when they love you at the house because you are part of the family they don't care at all if you are a D or an R. And that is a fact in america for real Americans. So the manufactured hatred between the two groups, that shows up as a literary fiction in comments sections where ever chat bots are spawned off into, the young don't care about party affiliation. That was always a fiction and everyone always knew it was a fiction. In the mall, at the lunch counter, outside the library, along the avenue, camping along the Santa Anita River . . .If you are full of shit about politics they over look that flaw in you and love you anyway. And maybe don't even care to know if you are dem or repub

The propaganda war rages on. I think that those who side with truth and against propaganda of retchid dividers, those who side wiht justice, those who side with Liberty and Freedom of political expression: they, we, will succeed.

when it really is time to clean up the broken glass, most people are up for the task. They want safer environment for their families and communities. If we have to get the people motivated, we try to help them overcome obsticles so that they will be able to succeed too. For example in Orange county upwards of 500 people who have been living in a three mile long tent city, along a bike path along a dry river, are being evicted by the local authorities. It's a public health emergency with the Hepititis scare in that region, so the local authorities are enforcing the laws about public camping.

None of the social service people who go down there to help those homeless people find new localles is going to be asking about the poltical affiliaton of those who they seek to help. And if they did, they might face a civil rights law suit, and be accused of descrimination. That is America. Not the fiction of the 'on-message narrative' writers who are cuckold to the ancient corruptions, and fully piable willing liars for their overlords and masters.

So, ya, strange time. Nothing is going to be let go as far as the horid crimes go. If there were horid crimes . . . as has been alledged, those responsible, the narrative goes, are about to be exposed and charged. That is the narrative.

Yes that is the narrative. And the obvious fraud of the false-talking-point writers is now so widely known, and that cartel has been so throughly discredited that their crimes will be exposed and the frauds that they put forward will be revealed, and very much will be made correct, restitution as part of it too, is the expectation and a great big peace dividend as technologies held in culmony are made public, because they were essentially developed with public funding and then stolen by the cartel companies, the narrative continues.

That includes all kinds of cool supertech/futuretech/ancient space alien tech. But we get to the incredulous part. And some of the posters of this kind of narrative do go to that whole whole-earth lumarian , highly evolved lemurs theory of ancient aliens, whihc is a narrative that most pepole rejects as fiction.

I am compelled to remind those who present conjecture as possible explanation of events that including the spiritual or the metaphysical explanation must be coupled with a non metaphyscial explanation that follows all the rules of logic, and also the laws, as we know them, of science. As well it ought to follow the basic rules of human interactoin. That is the part that makes so much of what the deviders publish so obviously fraudulent: they present charactures of real pepole behaving very very badely, and then create other charactatures who do battle with them. And they try to create conflict where there is none. Here is a clue third-world lurid tail writers (tatoo your reptile tail) lurid tale writers: if a white guy and a black guy in America disagree about politics they probably already knew that they would and they get along about everything else, so they have beer, smoke a joint, play some music, and talk about something else. It's not like it is back in your hellhole home where you keep the subjects as slaves. We don't have that here. and we actually care about pepole even when we have nothing in common with them. Because it is not about being an American. It's about being human. That's the way most people are everywhere if you let them. Or, you can do your whole domminance and supremacy bit and foment war and try to cause people to hate each other to give you soe sense of power. And who is really doing this? Well, revelations are that there have been ongoing divide and conquor efforts, by operators who have infiltrated our our government. That is the narrative. So maybe the statement that "if he wins we all . . . " was a kind of prophecy on her part. If you need to ask 'her who' then please find something else to read.

I was good with the idea of her just retiring quietly. But I guess that cartel or moiety, who paid for all of these cuckold to the ancient corruption to be, excuse me for using the term, 'groomed', for the position of secret master of the universe susceptible to the special sign/signal dominance transmission of submission: they get people to do what they want them to do through blackmail and intimidation is the narrative.

It takes time to make a good case. Sometimes in these issues timing is everything. Clearly it's time for people to read 'the memo'. Seth rich, michael hastings, Sean Collier, the thousand killed on n/11, all those people in Las Vegas , all of the dead of Syria, Libya, Eygpt, Yemen, and other places where the unholy alliance of cuckolds of the ancient corruption . . . mongered for dominance and met with opposition and went on a rampage of killing at the behest of . . . ? ? ? for the good of? ? ? to 'get the population problem under control???'

The portriot that these on-line presentations of 'intellegence drops' present, and their supporting narrative implies that . . . there were horific things in store for the world had the election gone to the loser. They make her out to be the incarnation of the worst kind of lurid pigish betrayer that is possible. Could anyone really be that horrible? Is this jumping the shark on the deep-state-take-out propaganda? Time will answer these questions.









Bad Jokes . . .

the old standby joke: what to do in case of a nuclear attack: put your head between your legs and kiss your . . . goodbye.

Worry about such things doesn't help you or anyone.

Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?

If the forest service gives you fair warning about the impending erruption of the nearby volcano (Mt St Helens, was it 1980?) then who is at fault if the worst that can happen does? It's not about the government or authority. It's about the actuality of nature and how it really behaves. One volcano will destroy you suddenly. Or you will live through it and mourn for the dead. Let's hope for a third case, which should be for most things, adn the result of most events: the third case, the most importan6t and constant case: everyone lives through it and thus no one needs to mourn for any victims of the non-event. Like what happened in Hawaii. It was a not-happening. Maybe it was someone thinking 'hey, this is funny'. Or it was some psychotic finger on the button guy (unlikely) who 'pushed' the tizzy-switch. Everyone, OK, tell that old stock joke about kissing your . . . good bye. The punchline that was a non-punchline back in the early 1980's when that nuclear thing was a-hanging low: what are we all going to do, get in our cars and get on rt 3 north to New Hampshire? No, it wasn't going to matter. If it ever got that far, being 36th, we were told, on the 'this place is going to be destoryed -o- mometor' our town, not in a wilder way, was going to be 'blown up to hell and gone'. But that ended up being one of the third choice: that no , it didn't actually happened. We never had a nuclear event of that sort back in the early 1980s.

There were two nuclear events that did happen, and they were rather dire, back in the 1970's and 1980s: Three Mile Island, in Harrisberg, PA area. Cherynobel, a reactor of the old Soviet (and that's not an old-timesy folk-rockabilly band).

Work on what has been spoiled. The first thing a hotelier needs to do to get his staff to make a place sanitary for public inspection and eventual guests is to identify the problem. Permission to speak freely ought to be the rule for bosses and head directors, presidons, and other strange creatures of upper management. We ought not censor the one who is acessing the fate of things at that hotel chain, club Hell? Or something else? If it's a hellhole, then they say it's a hellhole, or a different type of hole it be, the other kinds. A house of that. A mouth like that. A person with that as their main feature: to give out the hell for anyone with whom they disagree. Instead of hearing the message, they pretend to a fowl message. This does not help.

The first step is to recognize that it is something that has been spoiled. It has become a hellhouse (not a hell house but a s__thouse). If you don't see it that way, then you don't rush for the bleach and the hazmatt suit. If governance is at the point of being so poison as to need a hazmat suit, then we are in a sad situation indeed. If you disagree with his choice of words, at least you can understand his emphatic request for a mop and bucket, a cup of bleach and a few gallons of water. Or how about cleanup robots, that spray the sidewalks with bleach like they have to do in San Diego now because it's turned into a hellhouse. Well, not a hellhouse, a s__thouse. It's Choloric. antiseptic activity is required.

Or the place should be abandoned. You can't do that to a whole country? The reason that you would 'take in' people from such countries is simple: to help them. But is it better to do something else instead? to give them the bleach and the mops? But then maybe someone says 'oh you busy bodies, imposing your theories on antiseptic livestyle upon a foreign nation. What if we say 'you can come and visit but only after you clean up your own room. But they are not our children ad we are not their parents and the interaction doesn't have a sitcom quality parent child explanation of events. We live in the real world.

Let's choose the third case

The third case is the boring non-click-bait story. In the third case story there are not casualties. There is no sense that anyone ever felt any sesne of peril. Whatever harmful event might have occured was mitigated quickly, if any such possibility even existed in the first place. Management will be notified. The situation will be handled. And if it were somethign caused by some unknown players, or whatever (whateva?) then they will be added to the watch list, and life will go on as normal.

The third boring case, about which no spy movie is ever made. The giant icecle of doom hanging over the heads of the citizens is removed before it ever became an issue. threats are noticed. Most of the times it is found to be nothing, but just caution of the watchers. If real peril is possible, the third solutin says 'this is a nothing.' It is not even a burger. It isn't even a burghar. Well, if it is a scoffing burghar, as novelettically this kind of creature is possible in a story, if not in the real world (like the Barrymoore character in Its a Wonderful Life), if such a creature is possible, and such a creature is out to do harm, the third solution is that they do not succeed. And they are known. And they are not allowed to keep being creeps and stealing. But that kind of person is a fiction, correct? I say yes such a person is actually a fiction and no such ultimately evil person even does exist but if they did . . . and there were heroes of the unknown who fight for the comic book ending of everyone is safe and supermensch catches all the fallacies before they ever get published, and there are no misspellings, and there are so many edits that its all perfect, and all inequality is solved forever just from the words. How far fetched.

So the better solution: if the road is icey, it is salted and made safe before anyone gets hurt. If the icecle hangs above the halls of governnace, it is removed safely so that non of the halls and walkways that the people need to be safe ever come under any kind of architectural distress from falling ice.


Jan 14, 2018



Montecito

And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.


Space Ship snowman, 
beaming back from outside the known realms of space time
and sending you greetings from the future!
and gifts for everyone.

An old proverb:

Those who say do not know. Those who know do not say.



Winter
is cold
colder
coldest
morning
waking
getting
that window shade
open






 
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Give me a totally rocking G
dance like a fool on the lawn
for all to see
sweeping wind and rain
comes blowing in from across the mountains.
the lake is lit up, insane,
and they've turned on
the glowing fountains.

Drink up
Drink up
Saratoga says
'hello'
Lake Champlain say 'come in July'.
But I'd rather be there in June.


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The second dream
is the lake in May
a big bay window
where does the time go?
I wish I could say
but I never really know.

It's so dumb, though
they say they love you
the storm is coming
now they say you can't stay.
Pick up the phone.
Isn't anybody home?
I'm here alone
and the car won't start.

The third dream is the one she'll tell
scented candles and a 
big bay window
where does the time go
she says she know
but she just can't say.

Pick up the phone
isn't any body home
I'm here alone.
and I'm locked out side.

The next thing I'm driving away.
I'd charged up the car and drove down the long drive way
the car slid and slided along
but I was alright
just singing this song.

It's so dumb though.
He pretends to be humble
He doesn't know what
he just won't say.
He'd pick up the phone
but he's not there alone
He's not just high, not just stoned on a bone.

If you're going up
to forgiveness farm
better not go
if you're going to carry on.
If you've got all
kinds of mean thngs to say 
don't go there
any day.


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Political and Media Inanity
by Truck-u-later

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

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Work on what has been spoiled.

If you have to spray bleach, you have to spray bleach.

have to?

Or have unsanitary areas.

Read the hexegram.

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Jan 14, 2018

tell us how you really feel . . .

. . . well . . . Truck-you-later!




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Dude
you wrecked my truck!
you got it stuck
on a highland sholder
perched atop a bolder
at a mountain pass
you'd stomped on the gas
and went rolling over
the mountain clover
in a mountian pass
stomping on the gas
at three AM
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind
in the bilzzrding wind

At 3:15 the cell phone rang
it was your boss telling you you've gotta come in
the storm took down at least 33 polls, 
and that's the story, just how it goes.
You said no way I'm stuck up here
my green bean buddy is full of fear
he says I got him stuck by jamming a gear
So we can't be coming anywhere near.

Dude
you wrecked my truck!
you got it stuck!
perched atop a blouder
near the mountain clover
by the mountain pass
you'd stomped on the gass
and popped the gear
which we had to hear
the tires chirpping loud
the metal scraped the ice
and it shrieked out loud
and then you hollared thrice
"Dude, you wrecked my truck! . . . "

At 4 AM the cell phone rang again
it was the boss saying we gotta come in
how much sooner or longer will it be?
Did you get my call at quarter past three?

In twenty minutes he was calling again
You said what's his problem, he's been phoning it in.

At 3 Am
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind
in the blizzarding wind












Remember the Sultana!

April 27, 1865

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How does one tell a BSer from a sychophant from someone whose just screwing with you? Why are we susceptible to flurting and compliments?

It's nice to imagine tht people actual care but . . . too often later you feel the fool for believeing it. Some people just know how to tickle with words and false affection.

and then it seems a sin to fall for it. And shame comes. Loving someone who flatters you? Even for a moment? And being blind to it in the past but seeing it now and going over it, all of those false encounters, from every backroom picnic ever and feeling like a fool in the rain.

And then realizing that even that sense of shame is somehow false. And asking the BullS-er what he does when he encounters a Bee-Esser? And getting a blank response and loving you even more, even though I know you don't care now.

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just who reads, who writes these poems?
off a mountain road the poet roams
but only in a poem.

Realizing that the empty 
is empty
and not needing anything there.

just who shows up and for what?
I'm lonely or am alone or what does it matter?
driving off towards the nothing
walking along the nowhere path
up high
sure, it's a pretty view
but seen it, done it, jaded, back to the air port
he flew
his fantasy of happy vacation was through.


The deep snow.

The deep snow. She doesn't know how deep. She didn't think about it. Depth of snow no one know in rills and hollows where you shouldn't go when the storm is fierce and the night is cold even you shouldn't be so bold. poem is from 2012 short story titled Blizzard Baby The morning light is hued in cold awareness. Warming in the sun the bunny explores the snow covered lawn. The tracks melt by mid morning. Bunny doesn't know what the song means, anyway. This giant bubble that we call awareness? How could it have been formed? Seemingly hollow, it's filled up with you reading this and wondering where does this idle poet get his idle hours to spew out this bubble web of hollowness? ๐Ÿšฆ ๐Ÿšง ๐Ÿšจ ๐Ÿšฉ ๐Ÿšช ๐Ÿšซ ๐Ÿšฌ ๐Ÿšญ ๐Ÿšฎ ๐Ÿšฏ ๐Ÿšฐ ๐Ÿšฑ ๐Ÿšฒ ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . . ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ› 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 ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ Woof and woe๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ’ ๐ŸŒ“ ๐ŸŒ” ๐ŸŒ• ๐ŸŒ– ๐ŸŒ— ๐ŸŒ˜ ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒš ๐ŸŒ› ๐ŸŒœ ๐ŸŒ. ๐Ÿšค ๐Ÿšฅ Space Ship snowman floats off towards Billy Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ›

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Coders Edge

Code Review

Purpose of such a review?

I would take new work, but I don't know how to get back into the job market.

I've got these ideas about . . . and if I tell you I won't actually do it.

to be said in a robot voice, with a sound effect quality from the 1990's: "Bitcoin is crashing, crashing"

But who am I to talk? I used to collect stamps.

I read in an article that people make upwards of $100,000.00/month running a . . . drum roll . . . MineCraft (TM) server. The article was about how three students at Rutgers . . . invented the world's worst computer varmint (mole? weasle? worm? viris?) so that they could take down rival MineCraft servers. It's a real story.

I don't do MineCraft, but I do minetest, an open source version of the same thing. I think such 'infinite world' topography simulators and gameish environments are a very lot of fun. I tend to use the world builder commands and loving the stack and stack2 commands (stack2 is the most useful). But really minetest could go to a higher place if they would . . . and I have a list of different ideas that would need to be better presented. Think like Einstein: don't just map in 3-D. Don't just allow only six directions. Allow for other orientations. Allow for importing in fragment matrices to use as templates (that is kind of . . . what the saves are.) have a better sand box. The pieces are all there, you jsut have to allow for rotation of elements and also that htey need not conform to having to live within that particular matrix.

In life, as in video games, it's better to avoid the battle. In a video game if you 'like' the battle, well, that is your thing. In the real world if you like the battle, you might not be suited as a peacemaker, but instead maybe a pretty good football player, some kind of wise quarterback.

I like playing minetest without having to fight off the dragons. But the dragons still show up occasionally. I'm doing something like building stairs between the levels, or stacking glowing bricks into a pyramid, and the figgging dragon shows up and starts shooting me with fire. How annoying. It's just a process, really. So, instead of a 'kill', one instead can defeat this . . . .creature of the game by blocking it in (so it can't move and withers away. OR. You lay down a couch and sit in it. The dragon will attack, but the couch always restores all your health, so the attack has no effect. As long as you have an adequate weapon, you just sit there with your finger on the hit button, or tapp it repetiviely, and eventually the dragon will die. Yet a third way is to remove the dragon mod, and then it won't show up any more but they are cool when they don't attack, so I leave them in the game. Plus if anyone breaks into my world (how could they?) and wants to hang around they'll have to face dragons (but I don't network my worlds, though I could, couldn't I).

I like blender better for precision. It would be awesome if there were a blend of minetest and blender (a single application) minetest-blender-neverball-civ-browswer. Each block with 6 faces can have 6 different feeds . . .

On anohter note: it is said that quantum computing will disrupt the whole crypto chain dream-space and the byte-con (byte-console?) bit-cion (bye coin?) phenomena. A few years ago I heard how gold can be faked in many different ways and that even getting a slapped coin didn't really mean that you actually had the real thing. That sounds a bit paranoid, but . . . buyer beware. Seriously if you are just starting to by metal today, thinking that bitcoin is crashing, you probably are just a desparate person anyway, unhappy in any case, and one who doesnt' plan well for storms and rain. It's going to rain sometimes. If it's a storm, that is why there are root sellers. Root-kit sealers? Nave sealers? Face-crock sellers? ROOT Cellars. Where you go when there is a tornado. Other than that you can hunker in and pray.

Yes, I think that bitcoin mining is interesting, but a far better use of a hybirdized processor array video system, with very many cores, a better use: is design. Design of scenes. Design of toy-things. Design of video game objects. Website design. For the lookup and presentation of complex data. But not just for that but actually do that with it. You have a super computer that can do it well, and instead you heat your house and mine bit coin and waste a very lot of electricity for something, that as soon as the quantum computers are actually annonced, something that won't be worth that much anymore if it['s all just cracked, first thing, but willful operators and their spiffy new cmputer system. My guess is that someone might already have them and the only reason they haven't done it yet is . . . they are just being nice.

hey, I don't know how block chain works. Maybe it will stand up to the test of dysruptive technologies such as quantum computers? I don't really know. So if you know that your purchase is a good one, and it's not just a way to launder your crooked money, or to try and hedge against the meanness of the cartel world, then go pay your 10000 dollars per bit coin, which used to be 10 cents when it first started. I've been wrong about commodities in the past. But at least if you buy a box of silver eagles, for about 10,000 american dollars (Ampex today), at least then you actually have a box of silver. Better would be a box of Rhodium.

If you could convert all of that to Rhodium, how much would that be worth: approximately 500 ounces of Rhodium! That would be a very very lot.

Now I'm just plugging my Spaceship Snow man fable, that I add to every year starting in November, or so, and post it during hte Christmas and giving season. And in the stoyr the guy who owns the giant carosel place, in the piney-marshlands of the Piney place (NJ what exit?) had invested in bitcoin back in the day and got it all out and took delivery in silver wire (which he purchased from a place in Bergan County, in view of the bridge)

But later, after the storm that hit suddenly just the week before Christmas, when all the lights came on for all the stuff and he didn't know how, he did a test on his wire, because he's got all the rock-shop gear (he is a rock-head. They called him Geometry Bob, back in the day, when he was in it). It was stupid to take deliver all in silver plates. but he figured betst thing he could power up all the gear that he also purchased (first from china) and set up on the turned over Ferris Wheel (that was a Ferris/Tesla hybird. In this fiction Tesla and Ferris are buddies, secret buddies, and Ferris was working secretly with Tesla behind the backs of the cartel, but isn't that a grand fiction!

So in the story he tests his silver and finds that it isn't silver any more and that it's turned to something else but before he actually tests for what that something else is . . . he . . . has an episode of sadness and introverted rage, when he withdraws from the world for a while and retreats into what he calls his Bee-at cave. With a little superbee emblem next to the door like a mizzuzza on a house (not made of Rhodium, but of Silver) that a lot of people won't use anymore because they fear those who don't like the ones who do that. And the back seat of an old Coronet next to the wall in the hallway. The sumer comes and all the rides are tested for safety and the seats are made clean, and they might even put on new paint. But in the Winter, the place is usually left alone. He lives there like a hermit at times, down within his broken dreams. All his millions and millions of bitcoin winnings, on which he had failed to pay even one sliver of taxes on any of it . . .

But if it's all been lost? He ponders that. He retreats into his collection of super movie heroics and animated television worlds, ignoring his new quantum 8 infinity, double infinity update super computer, wiht the coolest and most precious LED lighting system surrounding the case and controllible on an ap on a tablet, that simulates it all in a three-d space, and allows him to control all the lights on all of the holiday display bots that he keeps adding onto, year to year, but he's just never turned it all on himself. Ya, it did come on by accident the night of the storm, and then he was afraid again. But not to be too gleeful, because that might call attention. He wasn't going to have any problem declaring a profit and paying the taxes because on further look, with his expensive geologist the ready dude hiker equipment (it was all 12 and 24 volt gear and easy to maintain as well as to hauol around wiht you.

by then dad is saying that the web page is causing yawns, even for me. Who can keep up with these made up stories of false histories? Tesla? Edison? Ferris? New Jersey? Pennsylvania? Ohio?

Yes. when it's time for bed dad maybe picks a famous story. He reads it till they tucker out. If they have questions he answers them. Then he goes off and thinks about how . . . just how mayebe . . he could figure out how to make silver into Rhodium. And if he does he might not tell anyone. What would his kids think? "You won't even tell us, daddy?"

"Yes, of course. Tell you, and the whole world."

"That's a better ending."

"It would also be a begining."

By then the children were sleeping. The story had put them to sleep.

Jan 17, 2018






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