the timboucher experience

The direction your dreams go determines what universe you’ll wake up in that day. The thing is that there’s a you floating around out there who moved back to Boston in 1993, a you who foolishly married someone you shouldn’t have, a you who is stuck in a dead end job without possibility of parole. And then there’s the you who is the you that you are now. You you you. All over the goddamned place. The Pentagon sets up a military command for Africa.

A NASA astronaut who drove hundreds of miles to confront a romantic rival, wearing diapers on the journey so that she would not have to stop to use the restroom, appeared in court today after being arrested on attempted kidnapping and other charges.

The astronaut, Lisa Marie Nowak, 43, a Navy captain who flew on a shuttle mission last summer, mostly kept her head down during a preliminary appearance in an Orange County, Fla., court. But she nodded and said “yes” a few times when the judge explained that she was not to have any contact with the other woman, identified as Colleen Shipman, a captain in the Air Force.

She was arrested on Monday on charges of attempted kidnapping, vehicle burglary with battery, destruction of evidence and battery. Bail was set at $15,500, and Captain Nowak, who has been working at NASA, was ordered to wear a tracking device.

You are in the half-in half-out womb world of worm warcraft. Your tangible interface to the AI has got you asking a lot of questions why and hoarding gold bullion. YouTomb has you safely ensconced in flashing video signals. When people say they see UFO’s, what they are really seeing are camera harnesses and lighting equipment which have accidentally shown up in the shot. Aliens are editors. Imagine actors playing characters becoming aware of post-production as it is happening. The Men In Black are Hollywood execs with short fuses. U2’s Bono will soon be portrayed as a Messianic figure. A white van marked “UFO” will park outside your house. Out of it will pour fireworks and mannequins working for Microsoft. They will try to recruit you to act as a stunt double for Bill Gates. “Steve Jobs may not be exactly reticent, but neither would I call him randomly demonstrative.” The Eye in the Triangle Porn Wars of Mars 2112:

I feel like it’s time I finally admit to the conspiracy theoryQuery world that I am a 33rd degree Mason and Master Illuminatologist. The words you are reading are carefully designed by a panel of masonic experts to inhibit your good judgement and bend your will to our end of the world times prophecies in which the Temple will be redestructed and your whole hand will be gone with it. No, that’s impossible! He’s not my father! A veterinarian may have the bird flu. I gave it to him! On a related note, Florida has plans to begin sterilizing - I mean vaccinating - girls against a virus that allegedly causes cervical cancer. George Clinton to the rescue in the new summer blockbuster: Adult Stem Cell Therapy!

Following the recent bomb scare Turner Broadcasting System and a New York marketing firm caused with their advertising campaign around Boston, the two firms agreed to pay $2 million as a compensation to several state and local agencies.

Don’t worry: if you or I pulled a stunt like that, we wouldn’t be able to pay our way out of it. Next time it will really be an act of terrorism but it will also be an advertisement for a new reality television show about counter-terrorism. People get lonely and tired in old age. Give them peace of mind by killing them off early before life has a chance to take its holdToll on the rigors of the mind. Letterbombs letterbombs wrong wrong wrong!

I have come to realize a lot lately that there comes a time when you have to walk out into the desert by yourself to do a guitar solo. It’s no offense to your friend or his wedding or anything. It’s just that sometimes you get a lot on your mind and you have to do these sorts of things. Each worldline exists. If you feel bad about something you did or didn’t do, just remember: in another version of this same reality you either did or didn’t do it. All your bases are covered. Psychotics merely have more advanced technology than everyone else. They are beta-testing the reality of five or ten years from now. Asylums are futurist think tank research facilities: art houses for the new Bauhaus. Giuliani versus Obama: 2008. Arnold Schwarzenegger versus Jon Stewart: 2012.

They explained what they were doing, in the field of the overlap between biology and machines, and one of our guys said, ‘Ah, you’re making little machines that behave like ants, right?’ And I, having just read a sci-fi novel on the subject, joked, ‘No, they’re taking slices of rat brain and putting them in missiles’.

I have seen the future and it consists of confusing mixed-up mash-ups of many streams of old pop artifacts in entirely new ways. Watch this video to see what I mean. It consists of an episode of Beavis & Butthead where they were originally watching “Sabotage” by the Beastie Boys and making wisecracks over the top of it (playing the instrument of their perception, their poetry edgelines). Then some weirdo on YouTomb came along and enwrapped the whole thing in a blanket of Harry Potter and well, you’ll just have to see what I mean:

This may be a fairly good concrete example relating back to one of the threads I have been following lately: namely, that of merging together worldlines. Each stream of reality answers the question of “what if” in slightly different ways. Variables are played out to the last decimal point and a value is returned. Think of this as three different worldstreams returning a variable and them being averaged out by the PageRank WorldRank AI Algorithmic processor of the Unmanifest DreamWorld Versus the So-Called RealWorld Versus Joe Vs. The Volcano. Tom Hanks got Big in a Volcano and then got Lost on a Desert Isle (A Three Hour Tour) on his way back from the Airport Terminal. RubyRed ThroatHump: the Devil is all Mercury (Mercy Me!) bones and musculature over a ligament harness of backwards wiring and WiFi hotspots.

The Mesmerator. The Truncator. The oblong clock hanging across the wallHall. Don’t you cry. I still love you. My snakearm hips still wrap ourselves around you. My StevePerry still runs out to meet you when you come home from your LongJohn Journey. Mama, I’m coming home. Obama, do you think we can make it? All we need is just a little patience… No wonder people go crazy under the hot UFO spot-lights of mega-stardom. That look in your eyes when your hair was blonde and blue sky rained around you and boxwalls came crumbling back to us. These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life…

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