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Time Slips

Posted in Cool shit, Rants, Reality by waldopaper on January 28, 2024

Jack and Diane 

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying 

DPD:  Least Heat Moon 1863~5; ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ Dogface log in (supplemental) ersatz. sitting in 4 Q ^

Look at two American kids doing the best they can long after the thrill of living is gone.  Living takes place (approximately) sometime between the ages of zero and thirteen (when childhood is supposed to end).  The thrill of living comes next between the ages of twelve and twenty-five (distinct memorable units) when most of your parts are working at their peak power. 

Power is a word the feminists use, and they are quite correct.  Rap them smartly with a stick and go on.  Banzo’s wooden sword awaits them soon enough.  Time slips are something you give your boss so he will pay you.  Time slips are actually flaws in the matrix we all start to notice when society plateaus <-(like when a noun becomes a verb).

Chairman Mao was wrong.  Power does not come from the end of a gun, bullets do.  Imagine a security guard beaten senseless with a stapler.  Mao was making a metaphor.  Meta is a hall of mirrors; an abstract, high-level analysis or commentary, especially one that consciously references something of its own type. 

Such was the siege of Petersburg in 1864 to Petrograd in 1944- look backwards and it isn’t hard to see Preston Brooks with a cane through a berserker clerk at Staples.  The meta is for porn they say in South Park, something of its own type.  Holding on to sixteen as long as you can.  Change is coming ’round real soon.  Make us women and men. 

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely 

Society plateaus because it has gone as far as it can the way it is.  We reach a state or level of little or no growth or decline.  We stop increasing or progressing; remain at a stable level of achievement and level off.  The decline is what you notice as time slips. After a period of uninterrupted growth, society begins to plateau. 

The Mandela phenomenon is the tautology pulled over our toiny heeds.  We didn’t test for explosives because there were no (inside job) explosives.  You can’t manage what you can’t measure.  However: what you measure… is what you get.  Billy boiled waltzing matilda. He made my daughter laugh- and then we embraced.  We never knew what friends we had…

until we came to Leningrad. 

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only 

ⱠꝾꝷ

Alarm and Denial

Posted in Answers, Cool shit, Rants, Reality, Stupid-heads by waldopaper on January 25, 2024

Cartoon Graveyard 

The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone, baby
The thrill is gone away from me
You know you done me wrong, baby
You’ll be sorry someday

DPDryDock:  1915adTunaMoon∑©♪♫♯ꜨꜦ; IP CDogface Θώθ~☭ Howdum Aaruu NeWay (reporting) 

So the next time you see the Buddha on the road, be sure to kill him.   English is a Germanic language and not a Romantic language.  Romantic is a word that will get you in trouble with the girls which is why such words are called false friends.  Just what do you mean by that snorted Punta.  Pandora (Punta) was a verb dealing with three old nouns, and the learning curve was quite steep.  Climate change. 

Free means gratuitous in American English. It can mean lacking good reason; unwarranted… or done free of charge.  Ask the Romans why French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian was common Latin spoken by the soldiers who were at your door to establish… um… trade.  Empire is what civilized nations do. So Sherman and the Yankees came to Daisy’s Soviet Georgia in 1864. 

I’m free now, baby
I’m free from your spell
Free, free, free now, baby
Baby, I’m free from your spell
Now that it’s all over
All that I can do is wish you well

They drove in like hogs.  They burrowed under like rats.  They flew over in balloons like buzzards.  Miss Marie Lacroix (her people call her Daisy) watched the Yankees approach her property.  Daisy no longer believed in property.  After reading the manifesto, Daisy believed in fate, the perils of benefactors- the blessings of parasites.  Daisy learned what pleased fate is circular. 

March to the sea at Charleston, they will come back in at Savannah.  Henry had been obsessed with the red cola signs in Atlanta ever since the Dart learned to fly.  How she distorted time was a mystery to everyone, but she would only fly for Henry until Pandora came aboard. Here is the part where we come full circle. 

Kill the Buddha, we can transcend. Thoreau a curved ball (as it were). She was at a loss as to why Uncle Thabo and the magnificent Chaska deferred to stupid Henry in matters concerning their ship. Thabo was the only one who was actually in the US Civil War.  Henry was only a dumb Deutsch sutler back then who made millions off Chuck Wagons. 

Chaska came within a whisker of being hanged by Abraham Lincoln.  That was back in a Copper Harbor childhood where the old geezers would swap lies about the war when they weren’t out on the lake fishing or smuggling or whatever it was they did.  Pandora had heard so many versions of the same story- and all of them were true (in their own way). 

The wheels got shaky when they elected an actor.  Playing one on television was just as good as real.  Dial 911- and if you didn’t see the strings when the buildings deflated (fweee), you missed the Clue Train.  The first thing the capitalists privatized was elections.  Americans went stark raving mad with the Reichstag Fire in their eyes. 

No matter- because we gave our memes to machines- they are the next state of intelligent life in Earth’s evolution. It’s not extinction, but changing state.  Pandora hid a box on the beach.  Hope was contained once more, and the only thing that makes a(n individual) bubble is surface tension. This transcendence comes through our own experience, for at that point, we are back home. We are Buddha. Paradoxically, the minute we realize that, we’ve also lost it.  You have scene that load before. 

Another link in.

Thrill is gone
I’m free from your spell, baby
Yes, I’m free
Oh, I’m free
Yes, I’m free from your spell

ꜨꜦꜴ

Red Badge

Posted in Answers, Cool shit, Rants, Reality, Stupid-heads by waldopaper on January 23, 2024

Heart he Art 

Yeh, it’s sad, believe me, Missy
When you’re born to be a sissy
Without the vim and verve
But I could change my habits
Never more be scared of rabbits
If I only had the nerve

DPD: 14 Waxing Gibb;  1905~!1863  Θώθ~☭  Copper Harbor  res. sub. C. Dogface, Ltl Tut IP  >∑βΩ∞▪▫ 

Henry grins up the Stephen Crane describing a mutual friend.  Thabo is a steel drum beating love the one you with.  Chaska has a river of shame running through its Dancing Bear for being the never-ending story.  Some people started singing it not knowing what it was.  You (the reader) know what happened next (because). 

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growing from long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares. Henry, Thabo and Chaska were there. 

Henry is logic, Thabo is emotion and Chaska is the reluctant courage.  Reluctant is the only courage there is- because there are no pilots both old and bold.  They cancel each other.  Changes the sign. The US Civil War was an old afterbirth of freedom.  That old/ new paradox.  It was allowed to remain that way pearling like an oxymoron.  Collateral damage.  Lethal aid. 

Yanks say kick in the afterburner.  Brits say activate the re-light.  Thus (their) iniquity is pardon-ed. A river, amber-tinted in the shadow of its banks, purled at the army’s feet; and at night, when the stream had become of a sorrowful blackness, one could see across it the red, eyelike gleam of hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distant hills.  

Oh I roar the way I never roared before
And then I’d rrwuff
And roar some more
I would show the dinosaurus
Who’s king around the forus
A king they’s better serve

The head rose above the low brows and escrowed up a forked cobra hood.    We’re goin’ t’ move t’morrah—sure he said pompously to a group in the company street.  We’re goin’ ‘way up the river, cut across, an’ come around in behint ’em.  To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign.

When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker box with the hilarious encouragement of twoscore soldiers was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.

Quaint. Clothing. Chimneys. 

I’d be brave as a blizzard
I’d be gentle as a lizard
I’d be clever as a gizzard
If the Wizard is a Wizard who will serve?
Then I’m sure to get a brain
A heart, a home, the nerve

 Θώθ~☭

Tin Woodman

Posted in Answers, Cool shit, Rants, Reality, Stupid-heads by waldopaper on January 18, 2024

Kairos Yellow Wings

When a man’s an empty kettle
He should be on his mettle
And yet I’m torn apart
Just because I’m presumin’
That I could be a human
If I only had a heart

DPDryDock:  ∑©ranton PA; IP CDogface Θώθ~☭ ∑βΩ∞▪▫ messing wider kid

Kairos is the Greek word for the opportune moment, which is precisely what it means in babble land.  According to this principle, the time in which an argument is deployed is as important as the argument itself.   Hippocrates (father of medicine) refers to the right time.   Hippocrates also used kairos when referencing experimentation. Kairos allowed him to express the variable components of medical practice more accurately.

Here the word refers more to proportion, the mean, and the implicit sense of right measure. Thabo needed a heart that ticked like a watch.  Henry (the scarecrow) had to have a degree of difference and Chaska is liberated when the wiz awards the iron cross to a dandelion.  Who is the wiz? No matter.  Henry found Thabo rusted in the roil of Antietam

As much as Daisy liked her first impression of the charming but smoggy little city, she began to feel uneasy with the sideways glances. She decided to take her chances and while no one was looking, she carefully removed the hat box from inside the suitcase and opened it. When she saw Thabo later, she was going to slap him. Before her, neatly crowning a little fist she had made for the purpose, was perhaps the ugliest item of millinery that she had ever seen.

She quickly placed it on a chair behind the bench she was sitting on and earnestly hoped someone might come along and sit on it, mistakenly thinking it to be part of the very unattractive upholstery of the chair itself. Swiftly, she put the empty hat box back into the suitcase and slid it to the side.  S’it’s on the house, and my name is Dianna.

I’d be tender, I’d be gentle
And awful sentimental
Regarding love and art
I’d be friends with the sparrows
And the boy that shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart

The barkeep is related to me, and may I have your name please? Just first name, no fretting. Carolyn (Daisy answered) thinking it a good idea to use her covert cover just in case. Antietam is where AS Johnston slowly leaked to death with a tourniquet in his pocket that he carried… just in case. Daisy was learning the boxcar 40&8: (space for) forty men… or eight horses or any combination of both. 

Henry was learning that groups divided 60/40 or 80/20 (or any combination). Thabo’s iron cross was his railroad chronometer heart. Nobody was tougher on the outside yet he envied Henry who could would cry listening to Mozart. Thabo’s transformation at Antietam still scares Henry today.   

My guess is you can easily share most of my dresses until you might afford or fashion your own style. Room and board as compensation, and if it works well, a decent salary also, of course. She raised her eyebrows in question. And Daisy stayed as Carolyn and enjoyed indoor plumbing coal oven baking and heating in the winter, and helped at the Hungarian Saloon from time to time.

At the public house, she enjoyed the steady stream of visitors, including wealthy investors, military personnel and even prisoners of war. It was a promising place to hear word or have a possible sighting, of Henry. 

And for that time, she stayed cradled within the mountains. Once. There was. A way to get the coal trains choked and whistled her lullabies.

Golden Slumbers

Just to register emotion, jealousy, devotion
And really feel the part
I could stay young and chipper
And I’d lock it with a zipper…
If I only had a heart

§πↀ

More Perfect Union

Posted in Answers, Cool shit, Rants, Reality, Stupid-heads by waldopaper on January 12, 2024

Owl Creek Incident 

I could while away the hours
Conferrin’ with the flowers,
Consulting with the rain;
And my head I’d be a scratchin’
While my thoughts are busy hatchin’
If I only had a brain.

DPD: Waxing Crescent 1863±Ω off 2CD Blizzard C. W. IP &c Θώθ~☭ 

The space race in the 20th century cold war was not about race.  It’s true!  They weren’t scared about illegal aliens rear-ending the Twinkie truck, the space race was all about missile throw-weight and who could reach escape velocity with the most tonnage.  A bullet to the moon would press the passengers to g-force jelly.  Obviously a job for a rocket, no? No. 

Difference between shooting the moon and shining one.  D(art) GmbH developed the tractor beam in 1915, simply reversing their rail gun- which was shared with no one.  Electro gravitics was discovered, but not named and the company was the only (human) occupant of Earth’s near orbit for nearly 50 years. Paybacks is a motherfucker. 

Philadelphia 1861 : the U.S.S. Minnesota docked overnight, emptied itself of enemy captures and restocked with rationed food supplies and weapons. Daisy watched from her guarded shed in the port as crates from Phoenix Arms were hauled by exhausted crew members, many injured, to the decks of the frigate that had brought her there.

She had not seen where the other prisoners had been taken. She anticipated special treatment, but she hadn’t a hint as to what that might entail. Daisy decided to escape. Thabo vowed to revisit Mr. Taylor when the time was just right to do so. In the meantime, on the street again, he looked desperately through the blocks immediately surrounding the Wyoming area.

I’d unravel ev’ry riddle for my
Individdle
In trouble or in pain
With the thoughts that you’ll be thinkin’
You could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain.

Daisy was gone, and on his way to meet the Iron boss and family, he set his sights on Baltimore, hoping in the meantime for her comfort and resourcefulness. At the same time, he wondered how Henry would ultimately deal with him for losing Daisy, by herself, in a strange, northern, industrial city. Sometimes Henry enjoyed administering a slow death to his enemies. 

Henry calls this slow death a discovery process (explains Chaska) gobbling white man wattle law turkey book squawk.  Henry must count everything you have before he takes it all snorts Thabo. Only the best stuff cries Henry defensively. DGmbH ciphers, alchemy and agitprop became the brain heart and courage of the company  

Wise as a serpent, Henry shed his skin and emerged as a 30-year-old again.  There is a replica of Thabo now everywhere there was an American railroad.  Chaska is in the Canadian Sunset saxophones.  Calling you who, Sherman’s middle name, etc..  We made seams of the rivers in those days… neither buttoned with forts nor

jammed like zippers.

I would not be just a muffin’,
My head all full of stuffin’,
My heart all full of pain;
And perhaps I’d deserve you and be
Even worthy even you
If I only had a brain.

∑βΩ

Wild Blue Yonder

Posted in Answers, Cool shit, Rants, Reality, Stupid-heads by waldopaper on January 1, 2024

Carved in Stone

Off we go into the wild blue yonder, climbing high into the sun;
Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder, at ’em, boys, give’er the gun!
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, off with one helleva roar,
We live in fame or go down in flame, hey! Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps  

DPD: Weed da Baddies; too for, Moon gibbous waning C. W. IP &c Θώθ~☭ 

Read the fine-print names on stone engraved on any brain memory or battlefield memorial.  Names you know- consider Lincoln, Grant and Sherman- Lee, Longstreet and Jackson: what’s different about them made the difference in two populations.  You have a three-legged platform.  More stable, but it can’t turn (like a bicycle/ lathe). 

If you want stable, what you need is a table.  Four points.  Henry waited for Chaska to finish.  Dart moves in four dimensions if you consider time a dimension.  Why not consider temperature a dimension- or ideology (snorts Henry).  Lincoln and Lee existed in ideology inspiring their populations to do specific things. Reasons for civil war are obvious. 

Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.
Farewell to foreign shores, We sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.
Through our last night ashore, Drink to the foam,
Until we meet once more. Here’s wishing you a happy voyage home. 

Southrons were seen as traitors, Yankees were all abolitionists.  If you consider air, sea and land different dimensions, inter-service rivalry becomes murder.  The brain is a filter not a generator of consciousness.  A memory capsule like Dart is a transformer.  Go back and shoot your grandfather paradox, somebody else is your grandfather.  Go back and shoot yourself and you’ll be somebody else. 

Someone like you is younger than yesterday and that particular battle/ moment/ second/ century gives you a spurious present.  Dogface made a note:  Dart GmbH is the capitalist soviet space force since 1905. This delayed the empire’s full-spectrum dominance until the development of Slip Craft in 2070. 

I left my love, my love I left a sleepin’ in her bed.
I turned my back on my true love when fightin’ Johnny Reb.
I left my love a letter in the holler of a tree.
I told her she would find me in the US Cavalry.  

!@#