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We have a new tree! And it's already blooming, just at the top of it!
over a week later and the blooms have already faded at the top, but the trees fine!
One year someone, in New Hampshire, harvasted a swath of mountainside up to a point not too far up , and far enough up that it was out of the travelled way. So yo needed to know how to have access to get up there. We were up there the folloing year and already the part that was cut down had new trees growing from the roots of the old trees, all of them well on their way to quickly become full sized trees.
Contrast that with what they do in the Northwest: they have a multiacre swath of country side and they plant it, and harvast it in subsequent years, and they'll be a sign saying when it was planted, when it was harvasted, going back 100 years when I saw it.
What works? what should the people do? Is the way that they do it in Washington State really that bad?
Well, so, ya. Go to Mt. Saint Hellens if you get the chance to ponder the meaning of a forest, cut down, suddenly, and without warning. So the scheduled cut down is probably prefered to the sudden natural destruction. You turned a corner in the forest road and from then on for a few miles the landscape is barron with just the roots of trees. And they left the dead trees in Spirit Lake as some kind of strange long term eccology project instead of harvasting it and maybe using it to build 20 thousand new homes (which would have made sense). So ecology isn't always what seems smart or right? I try to not make a conclusion by casting the idea into a question, knowing that any answer is baited. Is that fair? See, I'm doing it again.
unexpected forest frost over blooms and more blooms gate down and around, not found before. story just starting. unexpected apple tree 25 feet tall blooming at the top of it. May 11, 2019
flowers, grass, red maples showering down their tiny blossoms.
The world gets beautiful in the Spring!
for his unfailing love!
Just the night before inspired by an infinite channel where the rambles never end. if only he could stop for a while turn around go back down like an old sixties song inspired by Bible quotes from books about getting prophets all wrong and going for pay and not prayer. Anjel fa rend fa fa fa la la I'll just get to know your fame flagging farce of a dream gone rotten. hope when you were stompped there was nothing about the head. maybe your manic ways are agmented by something that happened that you admit had happened why we shouldn't do stuff like that how it ruins people's lives from one angle, in the glasses a nerdy sexy angel from another that coked out look like someone who'se ready to steal the company truck drive it up and over the mountain road where you shouldn't drive at 3 AM in a blizzarding wind to pawn it for meth or . . . who knows what one last high the night before rehab.
fame fag is what they call such a person. 'fag' in that world means 'man'. but it mostly still means fag, a word I don't like to use. So I'll say 'flame flagging' or some such.
Guy goes manic at the chan. Guy goes manic claims he was shut out of all the other venues of being a fame-whore (that's still a hard way to say it. So what, Mr. whatever you say you are, name-fag? (such a bad way to say it, my mom wouldn't have liked it, and it's almost MOther's day.
And getting it all wrong, saying stuff that's not correct about the world. Or what people are like. Or who to be ware of. Got it wrong, very wrong. But getting curb stomped will do that to someone. Says it happened to him.
I do write fiction. And I've never hounded after fame, even if it were something that I was hoping for, I didn't go running after it. The cliff isn't far from the cliff-heights mansion, the drive way is right down the highway, take an almost private exit that even tourists shouldn't use. How does it get like that in the real world? We have this world of 'narrative' I do it here. I make up a lot of stuff. Much of it ends up here. I also make up stuff and call it 'a post' and make my lingering doubt known in places far out there in Internet land. But I don't 'log in.' and I don't really care to be known as to who I am. Who am I anyway, existential crisis. Summing up the cause of the blood bath at the end of the French Revolution as being because . . . . bird flies over the alps, lands in Rome, becuase the Catholic church . . . at that point who keeps reading? I don't finish it. It's not required reading. People make up scandalous lies. I'm rather apt at doing it too, and I do. A lot. But I call it, and label it 'fiction' or if I put a rouse in a post, sarcastically, I'm such a hot-nerd guy that I'll put a stupid comment in it as to that effect ' the preceeding schitpost was sarcasm' or something trite and pithy.
No one's really offended. No one is really confused. If you 'see' someone on the internet having a slow-mo nervous breakdown, or is it just a Live-action-role-play, someone paid to be that guy who really is that off and is that startled and upset, like Nasime was upset, but was she alos 'but a larp'? and the answer is really unknown to me except that I just say 'well if she is not then she's actually kind of a sad byline of our modern age, like Sean was in 2013, someoen who didn't deserve it. Nasime seems as though she could have been reeled into a safe space, given a tether, so to speak, for her own use, so that she wouldn't have gone and done what they say she did, however she is innocent because she was dead, and that sucks. So it's very sad. And if she isn't real, was just a creation of some team of larpers who provide a colorful narrative, then they did a really good job in dreaming up someone as convincing as she is, because I get how she was confused, to believe that the powers of that corporate suck fest at . . . well the people who said 'come one come all, post your vids for the world to see' and they shut her off.
So then she goes off on a crazy 'live in your car' interlude. And we can read the narrative that is provided on line about her. And that's all very sad.
And we wish, because we know stuff, that somehow someone caught wind of her plight and the 'incident' was a stage show to make the world understand that free speech shouldn't be up to multinational corporate hedgehogs of the tech-blunder-boub cartels and unclean IPO roll-in-the-mud of privledge 'king-maker' money faction techuumm-cleaners (all of your everything is now belonging to us or I say you have no brain quality urge factory ruin of life)
The manic thought as literary fart, gets published?
So we all have episodic episodes. And we all wish that dead people might really be alive, and we make up a plausible narrative, though far fetched. And we wish it were so, a kind of prayer.
But there are other larps, other bullshitter narratives of people who, really, are trying to mislead others for the effect of ? the effect of why is unknown. The purpose of such larps? Fame? Money? what else? sex? compainion ship (but that's fame). So why make up a false narrative and not just declare a fiction. I mean I love a good timeloop narrative. I theink it's a writer's cheet, because it's not the way a real story works in this world. Unles syou are talking about 8 billion year loop of a cycle of the universe? but that is the fiction, if it's a myth and not true. What are we really trying to convery in a stroy and why would you need a time loop? OK, if that is what the story is? Like the one with the time machine. It's a way to make an allegory. It's a way to show a difference in how the world is and what it could be if 'things had gone differently'. But a fake narrative presented as if it is a real one? what is the purpose of that?
Some call it 'fake news'. I've written about it before, specifically when Mr. Trump first announced as a candidate. That was almost 4 years ago.
And Anjel, if you are listening (and how could you be? ) I want you to know that I think you are a 'neat guy' but you are off base about much. And you put your self into needless danger by being so wrong about things . . . for a trolling effect? So that means you are what you seem: a larper flaming on: for a rightous cause, in your mind. but dangerous to those around you. rage off, dude. It doesnt' help anyone. and get off the drugs.
Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?
some content gets wicked stale and needs to be modified or deleted!
And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.
And a New Brunswick sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards a distant galaxy of light.
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why is philadelphia calling all the failure, all the pain the people who were better forgotten and I don't remember their names? what reason to reach for a memory something imagined and soon gone? to linger in the sad facts of that decay that went on for far too long (lawn?) what reason to save a file in which it would be stored a poem? knowing that no one will read it when they find you at home alone?
A new year and I'm still stuck in an antique and hunkered in mindset, not believeing in the so-called job markets, and feeling off-to-the-side. No matter. I'm surviving.
January 17, 2019
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