Rx Old People
Truth lies in bullshit.
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street, that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own
DPD: Backstage paper moon; 1863~!5/9 centigrade<^>±π♣∑♪♥ny $quidz @ c railway 2chinas ꝳꝎꝔ
By the time she had nested in this particular time (and place), the Dart had grown. At the beginning of the war she was 300 feet long and 40 feet wide. Now she was some 800×80 and looked like a big black blimp. She was born a ship and now she was a sentient being. She learned how to think at 15, learned how to transcend time at twenty.
In the meantime, she learned to fly. To her human passengers she was one of a kind- but she was one of the many as long as she could think. Before that- even. She had the spirit of horse, the body of shark and mind of a hawk but had to find a place in order to disgorge her human passengers.
The ground crew looked agog. Is she going to poop or lay an egg? Everybody is a conservative down there because they love the flag and hate liberals and are pious Christians. Arms active in church work. So here we go again grumbled Henry. Had to heckle Chaska and Thabo over a headset. Their old asses being safe at Copper Harbor.
The yanks and rebs are going to go at it again. You should see the shit they are using now. Scalar weapons. Scaler weapons. Verbal assault is their default. National Socialism is an oxymoron and (once again) the cattle have no prescience of the peasants and their oxtail soup. Place is essential to them because their life is so short and their days are so long.
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound
The rebs had no medals- but rank was everything. Yanks had a pecking order too- but money was everything. We appear to be above some kind of giant orchard Punta explained. Religion is involved and there is a war going on outside. Death-head SS approaching. Panzerfausts and M-45s. Idiot. In Nebraska? Pandora winced and Henry poked his head outside.
Dart’s powdery skin felt hard as stone and cold as the moon it glittered like dew in the dark. Yo-ho below (Henry roared from above) throwing them a line. While ye shine yer bowling bald butt-faces up at me making donut mouths like cats assholes… HEAVE to yer verdampt davits and get aground our cotton Sons of Bosses.
Bowling balls bawled and small arms spinach to Popeye the goober man getting the war they were hoping for just like in 1861 when they wanted to do more than their fathers had done. Rosa Meade Thorn was born on the horn of that (socialism nationalism) battle and grew to Buddhahood at five. She chose the Portal rather than warn of the Great War.
Awakened (they mocked Christ you know) on Cemetery Hill while watching a murmuration of starlings. Baby stars (like) Pleiades. They saw the set-piece opera and studied as the once and future Earth. Fine art is part of getting to that point. Poe’s Law is our American Gothic horror story in the Romantic tradition. Henry got the 1900 renaissance exposition.
Raphael got the picture.
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone
ꝳꝎꝔ
Chaska n>Charge
Thabo Below Zero
Sooner or later there won’t be much around
Tell that to your kids while you driving downtown
That there’s only so much oil on the ground
DPD: Ideas of March; 1863-5~19^20<*Justice Chickens IP D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ ♣ⱤײַꝾ±π⸎ et. AI
Alabama is a better ship than she is a state grumbled Henry. Sandwiched down there between Georgia and Mississippi… (the deck leaned) Alabama HIIIIEEE screamed Chaska from the crow’s nest. Thabo got the fire down below. HSS Dart (forget what her name was back then) surged ahead with her twin turbine 100 hp steam engines.
Quite powerful in her day during the US Civil War when they would rendezvous with Alabama mid-Atlantic. Semmes recognized her as the Tallahassee although she flew a Hessian flag, he kept a wary eye on her forward Hotchkiss deck gun- a contraption like he had never seen. Henry gave the Captain a broad grin and snappy salute. At this point in the story, the transaction is moot.
The crew cooperated quickly. Pilots carry pistols so they can shoot… themselves when they run out of toilet paper. Toilet paper? In a good conductor, skin depth is proportional to square root of the resistivity. This means that better conductors have a reduced skin depth. Skin effect. It is caused by opposing eddy currents induced by the changing magnetic field resulting from the alternating current.
Who is Eddy? No matter. What is the (current) alternating between (is the question). That’s how you run a railroad. You have to check everything that gets aboard the Clue Train. Note that in a scaler (linear) direction world Fa is a note to follow So. Me dough adds Thabo (kneading a joke) of his own.
Can’t cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we doing things for sure
Will not be cool – It’s a fact
We just aint got sufficient fuel
You can run a railroad or an orchestra or an army on skin effect. A fight is much different than a war (or tune or train). Flight is personal and war is business. Your instruments, your seat or your rank determines your skin effects. The Confederacy had a whole hat-full of Lieutenant Generals. Union had only one. In battle, every man is in charge of the whole war for about three seconds.
Survivors never come back for thirds. Enough time to say what the f- and whap. Nobody knows more about skin effect than girls do interrupts Punta (for obvious reasons). We are all born with it- just like dementia. We are not always the first to see it in ourselves. Yukon see the landing zone.
Henry did, wished he didn’t but Dart had her toes extended. Was she a bird of prey? She was going to land there anyway. Grippers and spreaders. Pandora asked to hold her steady. Listen to the hair in your ears grow Punta. It’s the third US Civil War and it isn’t 1915. No it’s somewhere in the 21st Century… but we are doing a reenactment now- a replica- of a job we did in 1864.
The ship shuddered and settled like a nesting bird. What we need now is a sense of the absurd (gold rush) Pandora explained to the crew. Historians, archivists, scholars and scientists and physicists from beyond… talking, typing, (sometimes crawling) on screens.
New knew people
No excuse for our abuse
We just assume that we will not
Exceed the oil supply
But soon enough the world will watch the wells run dry
-40-
Leap Year
Baron in Concert
Ease on in a hip thang
But you ain’t exactly sure what is hip
So you started to let your hair grow
Spent big bucks on your wardrobe
Somehow, ya know there’s much more to the trip
DPD: New Moon; 1863~ 5π±AC/DC ♣♥♠♦ⱤꝞꞍ♪ ∑ ♫ײַﬡﬠ☻££¥ꝾꝾ Wower ꝳꝎꝔ mist kitty Awl Abroad, IP
The year is not to be confused with the Hamptons. Hampton Roads is the name of a body of water in the United States that serves as a wide channel for the James River which proved most useful even before the war. The battle of Hampton Roads is what the Southrons call the clash between USS Monitor and CSS Virginia.
These things were simply two iron potfulls of cannons. Unseaworthy scows to Henry, they reminded Thabo of what sticks up after a flood, Chaska (who came from where water was scarce) could imagine two giants fighting over a feather. Now the CSS Alabama… that was a ship says Henry. A beautiful thing. We hailed her many times during the war.
She deserved better than she got adds Thabo. Better would not have engaged at all Chaska observes. She got exactly what she deserved Punta would say adding (like Pandora does) that it was a useless sacrifice for a lost cause. Lost cause is the only one worth fighting for, says Henry ‘because Alabama had style. Clean. You know what I mean.
Speed. The way that never becomes passé. Transport transcended time and space for thousands of years. Deus lo volt except in our case it was high voltage, that’s all. Henry wanted to make her fly and time flies when you’re having fun. We showed the Rothschild boats some fun with a spark in a glass bullet.
In an effort to find you a new you
And maybe even raise your conscious level
While you’re striving to find the right road
There’s one thing you should know
“What’s hip today, might become passé”
The glass bullet is a metaphor for technology Henry did not fully understand himself. There is no bullet, powder, or explosion. There is a shower of sparks like when a tornado hits a high-power line but there is no noise. Kowtow… then seconds of ghastly silence until the tiny sparks drift away. Or disperse like a firework sphere notes Chaska (who has seen it but once).
Gaps in the line must have been connected because dendrite roguery fracking Rothschild signaling Anglican warships to destroy US. GmbH Dart sees, hears and knows their intentions- and only Henry knows how. And he’s crazy adds Thabo who wind watches the whole thing ( and is beginning to smell a joke). Chaska knows things go better.
Suppose you could call it a capacitor. Regulator? No. Those were at Andersonville, a sore spot in soviet Georgia. Henry could not stop dreaming of a glass bottle of dark syrup under a red sign. This was why they harvested coca bales from the hull of Alabama. They could visit the battles again as ghosts. But ahead in time they could act, and there… be dragons: the un-known.
Funks be everywhere be blessing or curse, easy passage or making it worse. Daisy was a bright spot in all of this; an opposing professional who loved their craft more than any cause. You don’t hate the one who succeeds at what you could not do. You hate the ones who do what you could have done…
and did not.
Hipness is, what it is
Hipness is, what it is
Sometimes hipness is, what it ain’t
ꝳꝎꝔ
Platforms
Lingua Franca
(Such a long way to go)
To make it to the border of Mexico
So I ride like the wind, ride like the wind
DPD: Philemon; 1863~ 5 off Savannah watts god India ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ midnight runway ↑←♀π±∑⸎±♠
Now the weather wide-awakes are the bad guys, eh. What kind of people say this? People who want good stuff for cheap. Doesn’t everybody? No. Some have their cost-benefit scale calibrated differently. Or say they do adds Thabo. What the fuck you talking about Henry. Who going to complain about the rain. Not the rain but the pain observes Chaska while loading his pipe (bomb).
Punta gets to the point about patriarchs because Pandora learned to pee standing up. Better to be observing than being observed says Henry. Mudslide hidden every time. Unless you got wings Punta remarks. Like over the Somme day dinner. There are only three dimensions: forward, sideways and up. No. Pitch, roll and yaw.
Where does time fit into all this? Grant finished the overland campaign in 1865. Yes, but we were already here once. The dragon confronts the tiger. Henry talks crazy like that sometimes says Chaska (passing the pipe) but he was our white man. He represented us. Like hell I did. Gimme that thing. Dart scratches her invisible wings. We had business off Savannah and we were observed.
The cotton fiber whiteout like a blizzard and it was flammable as coal dust. Only 5% of all matter is visible to us anyway. That is what they say… with 20-20 hindsight. We had 45-70 (Government) foresight fire in those days. There are always parasites to prey on patriots like maggots on a corpse. Proud flesh is mouldering the air.
Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand
Lived nine lives
Gunned down ten
Gonna ride like the wind
Henry found blockade-running much easier after purchasing a few Union picket ships. CSS Tallahassee was a fine prize and the first surrendered cotton impressed the Yankee textile barons up north enough to let her transform to the Nova Scotia Chameleon bound for Japan. No one expected her to become GmbH Dart and visit the barons in their leisure time.
Barons are aboard their boats (and aircraft now) visiting other fine families all over the world and Dart presenting them with an offer. The American civil war was the same as any other involving size, equipment and speed. God’s will had become imperialism in less than a century. Speed became size much quicker.
Nationalism is a second millennial disease, a pandemic becoming endemic. Dart has better things to do and Punta say she needs us aboard without delay. Pandora’s box of voices sighs Henry while Chaska and Thabo make themselves scarce. Chaska sees screaming while Thabo smells thunder. Dart hears the calls of others of her kind from beyond the stars where the matter is clear.
There is a reason the Hamptons ( a fine cavalry officer) are north of soviet Georgia. The best people rule there- they always do. But the energy is clear because Dart is falling… not flying… from general to a specific fractal. The dendrites are Coca-Cola red all the way to Atlanta. Community of self-contained (autonomy mastery purpose) antibodies
emerging unconstrained.
My body’s weak
I’m on the run
No time to sleep
I’ve got to ride
Ride like the wind
To be free again
ꝎꝔy
Suspension.
Hangs Bellow
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin’
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in
DPD: 5.6/223Moon; 1863~`plu D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ ↑←♀π±∑⸎±♠Aces DE icy &c.
From the Battle of Gettysburg, Henry bounced off the Civil War like a Q-ball in 1863. At the turn of the century he was 64 years old. He was 18 when his revolution broke out like acne in Germany and Henry had time to learn steam engines, ships, trains and… horses. Chaska was born into a war with the Europeans, and Thabo felt that he was the object of it all.
At sea when Chaska was aloft, Henry at the wheel and Thabo below was when they were most alive (they say). Who do? The crew. A few ship officers now were wharf rats when CH&T stole the CSS Tallahassee fair and square in 1865. Suspension bridge over Yooper lite b d longest in the world. Punta is pissed. TM™ Dart with dragon 2 heart awakens with meta gold watching.
Simply out of curiosity, she denied herself her westward direction toward the hawk, she followed the east side of the Susquehanna toward the apparition of the vessel. Daisy sincerely doubted it to be a functional sailing vessel requiring any depth of keel. The river was too unreliable for that. There were way too many shallows, rapids and currents for even the most apt of navigators.
She hugged the shoreline, fighting the horse as he constantly preferred a route he found more accessible to his comfort. This fucking guy, she thought. These difficult men. All of them. And then she came upon it. Slightly slanted, moored to a downed limb, was the Dart. Henry always claimed his ship could fly. Daisy always skeptical…
And the ships will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the waves will pound
And the mornin’ will be a-breakin’
Punta glared at her from the foremost stanchion in disbelief. Thabo appeared from the hatch and staggered to where Punta stood. Hey! There you are! We’ll come get you! Daisy stayed on Unmoglich and waited, unsure of her own eyes, until Henry joined them at the bow. He grinned, hands on hips. The horse stays on the mainland.
As she dismounted and gathered her traveling packs, she notices a family traveling with a pitiful wagon on the trail above the water’s edge. You need an additional horse! He needs a lot of love, as a warning though. Nasty, he is, but works in a pinch (she hollered up to them). She glanced at Henry, seated herself. Where to… To fight. I would have guessed that. But where might that be this time?
Blacklight adds Thabo opening another deck. Chaska opens another beer and notes that we are here. Chaska and Thabo have kids who work for the company- but not Henry. He never learned much about women. Daisy did her best in the old days and now Pandora had been picked for that purpose. Shades of Sherman’s army were marching to the sea again (in Henry’s mind) and so said the board of directors in 1905.
There ain’t no sanity clause. Comrades keep mum. Along with the watch and speech, Henry was entitled to permanent residence aboard the Dart. The ship’s flying capability was only a myth and the time tuning known by Punta and the three old men, who (allotted their three score and teen), scored more than that and cribbed at least ten more unbeknownst to anyone.
Gold watching™ re: tires.
For your weary toes to be a-touchin’
And the ship’s wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin’
ꝎꝔꜳ
Manna Bowl
Rigging a Jig of Heaven
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from the schools
I was standing on a noisy corner
Waiting for the walking green
Across the street he stood
And he played real good
On his clarinet, for free.
DPD: VeDay moon; 18/19/2063, Buttfork Egypt D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ SquawLaw Churchboy yolk on u ꝳꝎꝔy
Insert numbers in your answer, and most people will believe you. Sports ball entertainment until arriving in the front yard. Pandora (aka Punta) blinks at such a statement from Henry (the refugee). Chaska the Indian wanted to know the question. Negro Thabo was doing the math. HSS Dart was the answer arriving up the street, now that boats can go there.
What you hear over the air is a bad corny turd toon and you know it. The war is a lie, and you know it. Yet here it was, coming down the streets of Savannah in 1865. You know the actors you see in pictures now aren’t in charge of anything. Sound and fury signifying nothing. Stamen. The flower of our youth. Bla bla bla.
An exhausted Daisy was helping out early the next Monday at The Hungarian Saloon. If her hunch was right, Henry would undoubtedly make a showing there while in the area. Without being verbal, he would follow the beaten paths of the most interesting men closest to his kind to the places that mattered most concerning food, drink and other comforts.
All such venues were closed on Sundays by Commonwealth Decree, so her next public workday was a very long day away. There was the lifestyle inversion that Daisy had succumbed to that sometimes caused her some depression, but Daisy had become to depend upon her alliance with patience. Things changed in a split second… even as it was in her life within the south.
I’ve got a black limousine And two gentlemen
Escorting me to the halls
And I play if you have the money Or if you’re a friend to me
But the one man band By the quick lunch stand
He was playing real good, for free.
I was watching to see if a Negro and Indian were perhaps traveling alongside my girls. One can’t be too safe with all the bickering nowadays. She planted herself squarely in front of them as if waiting for an answer. Waiting also for a flirtatious expression she guessed. No horses allowed on that particular coach train Ma’am (the heavier one explained patiently) as though speaking to a child.
And some sort of military man met them down the street with two fresh horses for their travels south, it appears. Ooh! Daisy exclaimed with a wide eyed grin. I’ll bet he was a conscription man! I know all about them. They frequent my girls’ home while rounding up men for fighting. They’re soooo nice…
She couldn’t help but feel that horse and rider were headed straight for the portals of hell and the men who had little respect for its purpose. When the trail dust had settled, and Dianna stood alone, still facing their route out of town in front of her Rose Garden Boarding Home, she scraped all prior pretenses the two women had shared, whispered to herself in the cooling wind, but audibly in her breath:
God’s speed… Daisy. The pistol shots you hear next door are different. During the war aboard a luxurious riverboat used to transport well-connected officers and their staff, haughty wives, mounts &c., a robber baron sniffed at Henry. Working class. I could simply hire one half to kill the other half. Isn’t that (thought Henry) what is happening now sir. Are you in for $100,000. (De and/ or Ri) Pistil in das Boot…
Torpedo- Los!
(angeles)
I meant to go over and ask for a song
Maybe put on a harmony…
I heard his refrain
As the signal changed
He was playing real good, for free.
ꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ
Ewe Sea
Loose Canon
I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin’ out the window at the darkness
‘Til boredom overtook us and he began to speak
DPD: Apogee; 1863-5/05/52 D0gaff ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ Theory Volk yoke on u ꝳꝎꝔy &c. SOP wannabe
What’s in a name Henry would answer to anyone who cared to ask in 1915. He had first heard of Shiloh years ago as a ruckus downriver at Pittsburg Landing. Henry was dealing with American bankers at the time and was not thinking of the war. True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story. We deal in tall timber, good sirs! For your whaling ships! We wish to invest…
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep
‘Cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep
Imagine being in a metal tube with a two-ton heavy thing. Tube tips and heavy thing tumbles down thunk. Henry is a frog on a bowling alley and he knows it. Henry is only a small soldier of the Carnegie clan who wanted to be seen as a fresh cake with loads of European money from some faraway fairytale kingdom. That he was, even as a veteran of the revolutions of ’48 when the royals dominated the rebels.
How was the clambake this evening? No bad ones, I hope. Not unless you count outsiders. Daniel looked around like he was expecting something to jump out at him. Oh. You mean the party crasher. The what? The party crasher (Daisy says). It’s what we, in the S… Snow Mountain area call an unexpected guest. (Overnight mental health is behavioral health.) I reckon so, in a
1952 Green Imperial
Know when to walk away and know when to run
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealing’s done
ꝳꝎꝔ
Streetwise
Rhizome Surprise
Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl
And-a you, you are my girl
And no one can hurt you, oh no
DPD: Moon Day; 1863~± Dogfake Key, captain’s grog ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ Out 4U anyway gangway
Neurodiversity is a framework for understanding human brain function and mental illness. It’s ok to be crazy as fuck as long as you don’t get out of line. Dendrites are different. Both rhizome and dendrite will be seen as invaders anyway- but the difference is symmetry. The rhizome maneuver is asymmetrical. A rhizome maneuver is a surprise attack made from an unexpected direction.
Dropping through a wall or floor. It’s a hotdog maneuver the Romans used against the Jews and other troublesome pests. China had been dealing with malcontents for a thousand years by then. So there’s Elmer Fudd (US)- tweaked out about the usual suspects- all the way to the front. Me first. Stripes aplenty. Vexed, vaxxed and waxed.
Religion is the famous Gettysburg fishhook through Elmer, dangling him before the invader. It was 1864 when Henry felt twin steam motor hooves through the steel hull of CSS Tallahassee as he Chaska and Thabo were again at sea making sure the Union picket boats were the ones properly bribed. Difference between empire and union is the invisible hand.
You’ll be my Duchess, Duchess of Earl
We’ll walk through my dukedom
And a paradise we will share
Dark matter should be called clear matter in the penumbra of probability. It appears (wink) to be invisible. Henry convinced them to roll off the 100 pounder rifles amidships webbing the serf. Her Majesty’s ships required more paperwork. All had their eye on the box that would get them by as tramps while others were Bolshevik potato stamps.
See that light (wink). Henry held up a new lens in front of the telescope. We should be the only ones to see the (wink) red lights at the entrance of our boathouse on Turtle Island. Hm. Chaska squinted at two lights and wished he were in Minnesota. Thabo couldn’t see anything and wanted to go back to Hong Kong town or anywhere but here. Damned torpedoes.
Breakers pounded even at low tide. Out went a load of hoarded gold and speculative silver… for their hot and perishable cargo of European mail from persons in Bombay to Berlin (and beyond). The ship was admired around the world by those who knew ships (that knew rivers). She had no name yet, but she was
an object d’art.
Nothing can stop me now
‘Cause I’m the Duke of Earl
So hey yeah yeah yeah
ꝳꝎꝔ
Dendrite & Rhizome
Blockade Runners
Since I was eighteen
Ten lonely years of my life taken
I’ve been living in the pages of a magazine
It breaks my heart to awaken
DPD: 4D Bz; 1863~ **68; ꝳꝎꝔꜳꝱⱠꝾꝷ Dogface log sniff test CD/IP time 4 zzzzz
Henry regarded JD Bulloch as a Burnside with brains, and while he barely knew Ambrose B. he knew the Bulloch boys quite well and regarded them as both friends and competitors. All had common interests along the river Clyde in Scotland where they waged a grim game of paper. Between Savannah and Scotland was where Henry demonstrated his superior ordnance.
Fraser, Trenholm & Company outwitted Henry ashore nearly every time (during the war). After that Henry was assimilated. Resistance was feudal thanks to his baron Carnegie, the century turned and the victims become predators once again. Trenholm held the Dart GmbH financial capital for nearly a century.
Daisy overhead it. A friend of a boarder ate with another friend of a boarder, and just prior to paying for the food he took from the actual boarder’s pantry, he was telling an account of the clambake. It was always referred to as the clambake as it was more of a ritual than a spur o’de moment party. Those miners. They had more stories to tell than the library. They wasted no paper.
The newest one was building up a fantastic rumor of kidnapping additional help from the mutha country. Wales ain’t the mother country, you simpleton. They give Queen Vicky the shits every minute they can. Her own boy had to run from the Welsh women to the Irish in order to find a good beddin’ partner yeh know. That alone is gonna kill the royals, you know how they are with their noses up to the heavens an’ all.
Whoever you claim
It’s open to interpretation
Just remember your number
And abandon your name
And hold on to your imagination
As she retired fully dressed in anticipation of the long evening before her, Daisy closed her eyes and saw the man halfway reclined against the old tree, his mostly unorthodox kind of uniform reflecting the oranges of the fire within the highly polished buttons. The ever present arrogance emitting its own mist within his own aura. And as laughter erupted from a downstairs room…
Daisy awoke fully once more before sailing away into slumber with her imagined observance of a further reflection coming from the sword at the side of the stranger she knew to be Henry. He was passing through. Did he know, or even care, that she was near?
It is easier to imagine the end of the world than to imagine the end of capitalism (a testament to its utility) or imagining a world without sex. Or grabbing as many fungible tokens of both as possible. Henry was not the first nor only one to make a device that transcended time. There are others out there who do this without any prosthetics at all, but cannot comprehend running or swimming.
These are trans-dimensional beings, and up until the ?2nd Century, the only way most became transdimensional was to die. Nothing is forgotten, and nobody dies. How do you like living in (the USA) Nazi Germany? Admit it. Dream or diꝳꝎꝔ
See the Forest
Sleep, come free me
Please, please, please, please
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
ꝳꝎꝔ
Time Slips
Jack and Diane
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.
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.
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only
ⱠꝾꝷ
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