World Sweep Day

Friday, March 15, 2024

WORLD SWEEP DAY? NO. SLEEP DAY. OH, NEVERMIND!

 60 in the air. 61 in the pool. Degrees to or through which we navigate, contemplate, the breeze light, sky, appearing 'sky' blue, because we just can't capitulate to cornflower blue being the color of the day, because, you know, CORN. It's yellow, and the sky here even though it actually isn't blue (The trick is the light and our eyes.), it's on a color chart comparison, titled thus, and close enough to what we're now and have been witnessing.

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Saturday, March 16, 2024

 PARSIFAL Mozaic? No, that's not it. Pernicious. Perfidy. Untenable. WHAT is the deal that gets you out of bed going so full of "?" that you simply must MOVE? Some way shape, or form of pattern(s). SPRING? In the air? IN your step? Practicality. You would feel much more rest and at ease if simply it would be (you consider), that asleep you slept until only one time, hours ahead of where you were or are now taking yourself to the toilet say and writing describing in great detail how only if you could at Peace just stay asleep from when initially @ 8 or 9.40 PM went under, and then @ 7.30 say or 5.00 gently wake-oh-hey. I am alive. OKAY. Let's … I'm thirsty-must poop, or micturate. Must hit our grocery by around 6 when it's most @ peace & you can meander, gathering your necessities in a calm cool comfortable non rushing judgmental manner. The roads to/from calm as well or at least uncluttered. That's the thing. The real deal of continued peace bliss. We've so much to be thankful for. We don't live in the UKRAINE, Middle East-Haiti! Good LORD! We ARE with so much FUNCTIONING infrastructure here now. PEACE. Blessed. Fortunate like we don't even care. It's absolutely insane out and about. Who cares, right? We complain because the heater keeps coming on and waking us up.

 Know a woman whose kids and spouse the spouse doesn't hardly recognize. A worker who's caring for an Aunt who might just need hospice housing at this point. Sister with dental work, implants, cavities, bone loss, needing mending, reconstruction? Papa who's probably never going to be able to drive an automobile again. Mother who's being attacked by the skin on her body as are we a bit, but with this lady like JOB of the bible, being severely tested. 

 But who am I kidding? I have it made in the shade so luckily 'blissed'. {And spoiledly blessed.} Don't we? Of course. Of course we do. It's not like a or the devil comes out of the blue to test you and if you fail…if you fail? What does that even mean? Where would you go? Where does anyone?

 We live, we die. We came from nothing and perhaps will return. Why do we persist? Why ask why? Why not? 

 We're all the same and love is blind...We're all facets of God experiencing life, as near as I can determine, and that's about it. This thing called life. ON. Or at least here now this. And when the body ceases to function, well, it's all over. The world ends as far as it is, goes, concerns, as far as I know, or we can say. 

 Why cover up the corpse? Look at it. Mourn. Get all bent out of shape into a rage. Scream and yell. Jump up and down. It's not fair. No. It's not you. Count yourself lucky? Maybe. Yes. I guess it's true. The flesh after a while gives up or can no longer be sustained. It ceases to function. That's the fact, Jack/Jill. It will fetch no more pails of water. One day one fine fantabulous sky lit up cloud morning has broken time it'll be that you'll break your crown. You'll fall on your cracked and holy arse and be down for the count. You'll be no more. Join the choir invisible. Become an ex-parrot. And so what? It is a good thing. Truly. To have lived. As best you are able. Why not? Why not indeed?

 IF you want to spray rubbing alcohol on your bed at night and watch what happens, go ahead. If you think you must wrap your door knobs with aluminium foil, be our guest. Sure. Why not? Put your vehicle's side mirrors into plastic zippered bags. Who cares? Take a toothpick to the bottom of your Android phone occasionally and clean out pocket lint. Who gives a rat's posterior? Not everyone is doing it, but who knows? 

 People write letters. Who knows just how it affects us or contributes to the world? Maybe it doesn't add one participle, hanging, dangling or otherwise. But it is fun. It is something at least while it lasts, isn't it? I think so. I believe it is. It does for me. And that is important. Enough. So there. Good On You. Good for all as far as we are concerned. Why not? Why not indeed!

Parsifal, (opera by Richard Wagner)

Parsifal Mosaic, (novel by Robert Ludlum)

Testing The Waters Once More With Feeling

Wee gurr. 

And To Test Out This Theory

Yes, because it's been a Looooooong long time. I think that, it may be gone and the new interface is that which I visited today and it's hooked to the other email which didn't even give me the option to email posts. Oh well.

Fancy This

 

Turned on the machine and the word program began. Excuse me. You read my mind. If you really wanted to impress me, you'd have corrected all the errors of the previous day's document I was going to do right now and then add the other little bit I found. Still, it's nice to see the photograph from Paris, France, and think how nice, coincidence. I have a calendar on the wall. It as well has photos of Paris…I guess I must have just punched up this thing real quick and hardly recognized it.

 

Well, Right Said, Fred

 

Yes, that's right, said Fred. But really, if truth could be told, you still did something dastardly anyway! Yes, you went to the café, with nothing in mind but sip some iced black tea, a specialty, nothing like your favorite or such as that, because by the way, for you and the place, this place is in, is too new. What is it you do, get the fluffy green tea pancake specialty? Well…not so now. All you wanted to do was get a little new black tea brew in you, iced of course, and all of a suffering sudden, there's these images you're seeing. Real people, honest goodness decent people, and the only thing you want to do is capture their souls (take photos), and post them on the internet. What a miserable bastard you are, for thinking that. Even this is not enough. Oh, no…somewhere there resides, a blog post, and you describe the damn things you experienced. Shame on you. Shame Shame Shame!!

pancocojams: Early Examples Of The Children's Rhyme "What's Your Name Puddin Tane"

pancocojams: Early Examples Of The Children's Rhyme "What's Your Name Puddin Tane"



LOVE this. My cousin Jason used to say it.

An Apology From The Multiverse

AN APOLOGY TO YOU FROM THE UNIVERSE

FRIDAY, 11/25/2016

I wish to apologize to you. NO, we wish to apologize to you. You who are there, suffering in life and are upset with the way things are, have been, and will continue to be. Selah. Such as it is. We’re sorry. We are the Metron’s as it were. A nod to the arrogant, omnipotent sort of egg-headed nozzels of dewsh that prevented Star Trek -The Original Series (TOS), from understanding what’s going on during one of their adventures….eventually, the HUMAN’s prevailed. In this case, we’ll all have to die to find that out, or any “thing”, for that matter…if that is even the case. We may not. I mean, if we’re just, spat out into aether, from this personality we have, to nothingness, well, none of this certainly will matter. 

Beware, we digress. We apologize. We’re sorry. Truly, we are. What have we got to lose? Nothing, right? Okay. We’re at a point in being where the “self” matters, but only as a construct to dealing with others on a more basic human level. Otherwise it doesn’t seem to. Nothing matters ultimately, and that is really strange when you think about it. Sad really, but let’s not get maudlin so quick. There we go. Time a plenty for that, for sure, later on…

Let’s see, where were we? Appy Polla Loggee. I don’t know if Burgess (A CLOCKWORK ORANGE) even spelled it so. But, we’re sorry, so let’s go for all of it, if we can. We’re sorry. Ever so sorry. Really. Truly, We ARE!

  Black Friday today. Let’s have a White Wednesday. Yeah, sure. Why not? If someone’s going to be offended, fuck them, or actually, don’t. Let them suffer by not having sex. Let all of the suffering commence. We’ve apologized already, right? And, enough too, okay?

White Wednesday, because my snotty-faced, heap of parrot droppings o’l self is offended. And, I must have MY day. My day, White Wednesday, consists of this: Waking, to an “all-white” illumination, hearing inside my head, IT’S WHITE WEDNESDAY! And then I just turn over and go back to sleep. Simple. 

            Nothing happens on White Wednesday. You wake up then, on Thursday, and, you know Tuesday was the Day before Yesterday, and that Yesterday, WEDNESDAY, was White Wednesday. Simple, eh? Pure. Happens before Thursday, and Thursday happens after that. What could be more simple and plain and fair? 

          You have your Black Friday, and I have my White Wednesday, and, to be more generous, you have your Black Friday, and the very next Wednesday, will be my White Wednesday. Nothing happens. You, Me, We, All, wake, and realize it, and sleep, and wake the NEXT Thursday, and then after Thursday, it’s a regular Friday and then a regular Saturday, and so forth and so….on! How about that? Pretty good, eh? Decent of us, ain’t it? Isn’t it? Yes. Of course, if we do say so, and, we do.

  SEE-We digress!! But oh the deliciousness-es of the digressions! Beautiful, eh? Perfect! Nothing!!

“The Age Of Trump”, --Hojimbo. We’re in the age of trump now, so says the sages of the age. No need to panic. There’s a lot of time between here and January swearing in of the new democratically elected president elect. Yes. A lot can happen, and probably will. But so what? There’s really no need to panic. You’re not going to experience in your lifetime a thing where you should have tried to make sure you and your country didn’t completely turn out into these or this MONSTY on the door, like a bug in every whore, and it ravaged and killed every one and all sundry items by the wayside. No. Not like nazi-isms. Fascists maybe, but not the nasties. No, that was a one-go train-ride and its long-life of references or feral referentialisms, just keeps oncoming like a traffic jam on a weekday of the 405 or 91 or whatever, ut…

Look, don’t panic. You’ve done your best. You don’t have to turn in your neighbor. She’s not going to turn you in. It’s not that kind of world…not just yet, is it? Or, is it?

What has all this nonsense been about any way? You know? Think about it, or don’t. What’s happening? We’re all so quick to vilify and slander and bring down any one and anything, with regard to who what where when and why, right? Political Leaders, Neighbors and Friends…you name it. It’s yours. Drag it down. Denigrate. Later, DENY! I NEVER!! Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo! It’s crazy making for sure. 

We’re all a bunch of petulant children these days. All APP bound abbreviated syndrome-d Sad excuses for our psychotic behaviors, anti-social in the social realm. As we freely verbally abuse all and sundry. 

        WHERE DID THE TOUGH LOVE GO?

            IT WENT THE WAY OF THE SNOWFLAKES!

We’ve become or are all now the cast, crew, audience of the Jerry Springer shows and we get what we deserve. FACT IS FICTION, TV: REALITY. Paul David Hewson (Bonavox) is correct. You too can realize a new reality now. Suck on that, fuckers!

Does this mean we all melt down in the middle of the street? (Some have.) Torch one another’s artificial turf lawns and succulents with gasoline now? Public Temper Tantrums every chance we get? Everywhere? 

How is any of it acceptable? 

In due course maybe we’ll all settle down. Take some magnesium, or like Bonobo’s (monkey’s) get give sex, and more often…these monkeys fuck when they meet, are happier than most. Go figure. 

Magnesium, relaxes the muscles, lowers blood pressure…and, exercise is good, so they say. Will we all start walking more? Take seriously the aspect of swimming more, or, all year around? BAH! Fuck that shit!

Let’s get snowed/stoned, go to dizzy’s-land. Hot-box it in the car before we go. Drive in to park, with tall-boy aluminum can open container, phone up to head, child standing on the center console flexing its knees, doing a jiggy crotch grab nose pick as you look for your preferred parking place, where YOU want to park, NOT accepting the red ink contract which says Park As Directed. Yes, supra-entitled. Your shit doesn’t stink. Not to you anyway. Actually, smells a bit sweet, doesn’t it? Yeah, you in your supra-clean GARGANTUAN pickamuck-truk. Over-sized clean as a whistle off road vehicle on these surface streets with anodized roo-bars in front. Hell, even an old Toyota can smash a fox or coyote or skunk or raccoon without much damage. What the fuck you need roo bar’s for? Oh yeah, that’s right, Black Friday, nothing to do but feed on a Kangaroo. Dontcha have plenty of “turnkey’s” left over? Make a casserole. Dump all that TURKEY, mashed potatoes, yams, stuffing, etc, into a deeeeep dish, sprinkle some grated cheese, and zap it? 

We’re all a bunch of poor dumb ass dipshits, parading around our shit for each other. See-How much I can spend? See-What I can produce? See-Aren’t you jealous? We’re all about 6 paychecks away from the gutter. We’re all so poor and jaded and fucking deluded. It’s a joke on ourselves. 

Things are the way they are and there’s nothing we can do about it. Nothing. It’s the way it is. It’s the way it works. It is what it is. This is it. Ride the strange torpedo all the way to the bitter end, we guess. 

LOOK there is a certain sense of things we want you to understand. Whether it is our fault or not, we’re trying. We know answers (some). We just want to be able to believe. We want to know without doubt. Perhaps and as we say this, it occurs we’ve written we too many times and that doubt and speculation are right and healthy to bring perspective and make the best possible chance at outcomes where and when it is you choose a path/part or emotions\stance in or on something. We are so supremely grateful to not be so damned upset/bothered about this recent u.s.a. election cycle outcome.

We’re ever so sorry for the hurt souls in it. All the crying and the destruction done for, to, by, every, all, by some that, for fuck all reason, some of the damage done was by people (loosely termed) people in Oregon who didn’t even VOTE! That destruction of property…should be karmatized on them…for their dunderheadedness-es. Or, supreme forgiveness and eye opening to be given them so that they can see what retards they are. 

People have gone off. What the fucking hell is that all about? What is wrong with people?

It is with renewed vigor, ever onward, we hope, with faith, in a better future with all, soon, all, will be restored, once we get underway, and can relax and get back to whatever hell it is, we deem normal. Sure, the CUBS won the “world series”, the Penguins aren’t doing too bad, and maybe the bowl that shall not be named, next year, will be fun to watch, but so what? 

Can and will neighbors look out for one another, still, despite the fact those who didn’t vote, those who protested, the democratic process, went around willy nilly and shit on this all? We hope people will stop: killing, hurting, damaging. WE hope they settle down. We hope tough love reigns throughout, or something like this. DRIVE ON!

Gimmie: Gimmie the serenity to accept it, what I can’t settle. PEACE, eh? Courage a plenty I’ve got to change that which I can. Leave me alone there. But, please: WISDOM! Wisdom to KNOW the DIFFERENCE!!!

So Be IT!