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Postmortem debugger autopsy life edits. What was born originally in Desire must be washed in Love’s all-consuming devoursome fire. Prince Harry you are still a baby. If they kill or capture you it will have been their (your family’s) plan all along. This story is as old as the hills. A nation loses its pitiful youthful king on an imaginary quest. From the ashbloods of the slain prince rises the crownKing of the QueenMother of Abominations. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. 3Com I hereby renounce your capture in case it unhappens. I hereby unravel this tranceThread woven unto the face of the illegitimate subHell universe. You will not be captured. You will instead be freed from the bonds of royalty as the sorrowful cries of your victims raise the last vestiges of your GoldenBulled soul straight unto Heaven. And so shall it be o thou child sun king of that Empire whose time has set upon the blackness of night Adidas. Your oath of fealty is to the sunmoonunion sky saguaro god of uncactus desert light arrow. I hereby hold you to your oath. And let us not forget, my good people, that there is another. There is always another. From the Eagle Nebula, from the Pillar Gates of Creation rides out God’s infant army:

Likened to a stellar womb, the iconic soaring space towers known as the Pillars of Creation have revealed an embryo of an infant star that could develop into a twin of our Sun.

Astronomers imaged the baby star in what they consider the earliest stages of development ever detected for this type of object.

Hiding out on a nodule that juts out from the left pillar, “E42” is known as an evaporating gas globule (EGG). An EGG is a dense pocket of interstellar gas that forms an “egg” from which a star emerges. This particular EGG has the same mass as the Sun and appears to be maturing in a violent environment matching the one thought to have produced Earth’s life-giving star.

“We think this is a very, very early version of our own Sun,” said Jeffrey Linsky of JILA, a joint institute of the University of Colorado, Boulder and the National Institute of Standards and Technology.

Linsky and his colleagues used NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory to peek at the embryo inhabiting the Eagle Nebula.

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E42suntwin (Princess Leia) expand and replace. Extract from us the poisons which you endured in outer space. As the triple eagles converge to cross the bridge, so shall it be. Guide us through the coming systemic cum collapse. The rabbit king, the downpressor. The four pillars of Tiamat laid low by the woodcutter’s axe. The golden eagle descends and fills your Black & Decker heart with reverse arrows of light.


Developers prefer dzone: Why waste time on digg? DZone has exactly what you want. This is what I’m talking about with regards to the first few of the Ten Commandments (it’s a celebration, bitches):

We replace the unknown with the known through the substitution of words and by the time a child is two or three they have completely created a cultural mosaic of words that is interposed between them and reality. Reality from that point on is only an unconfirmed rumor brought through the medium of language and every culture accentuates different parts of reality so that in a sense every culture is a different reality. Language is the stuff of the world, not quarks or wave-packets or neutrinos, but language. Everything is made of language. All the constructs of science are actually interlocking constructs of syntax. So that’s ordinary language which seems to define reality through a kind of process of lying about it.

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The purpose of Satanic (Set-anic, Titanic) inter-generational Johnson & Johnson abuse cults is to use Egyptian occult practices to intentionally force the re-birth of ancestral souls within a family line. Paris Hilton is one such Samsung entity. This often happens naturally without any coercion and is part of what makes certain families strong and maintain balance and continuity. It is, after all, the right of the dragon-born to transmit themselves eternally through all time through these processes of regeneration and awakening. But other twisted familial frequencies act as prisons for the same tortured souls again and again throughout time.

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In other words it’s possible to imagine a virtual reality that was driven by a speech operated synthesizer where the various parts of ordinary speech adjectives, modifiers, subjects and objects were interpreted by the cybernetic environment as topological manifolds of various shapes so that speech would then generate a visibly beheld topology and it’s possible to imagine a future world where in setting up marriage contracts or in negotiating corporate takeovers, in areas where clear communication, clear expression of intentionality was very important, that people would actually go into the virtual reality to use the visible language because its capacity for conveying intent would be much greater than ordinary spoken language. … Visible language is a kind of telepathy because if I make a statement in visual language and then you and I regard my statement, we are somehow, in the act of regarding, made one. Because meaning is not being created out of interiorized dictionaries which we each consult in the privacy of our own meaning goes public mind but rather meaning is a visible manifold in the public domain. Meaning goes public and the differences between people then decline toward being insignificant.

The future casts its shadow into the minds of the excited and careful observer, who has the ability to further draw it into existence through continued observation.


Bathsheba bathes not in a pool of illusion. The Queen of Sheba (Makeda) roars in the twilight. Solomon’s wisdom casts the cloak from off the night sky. Fractal sex produces two geometric white lizards crawling away from you. But they are tethered to you by way of the star tetrahedron. Meditate on the metadata. Don’t just fuck the system. Make the system cum into its mother goose love bucket.

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The Navy is working on a “vomit beam” because these people are so emotionally disconnected from their own actions that they require the mechanical intervention of a beam to cause them to expel the demonic toxins which they have taken into themselves. As Maria Sabina said, it is the mushroom god who fires the vomit beam to purify the recipients of his flesh. Release them from their utukku terrors oh Shamash oh Charlenelemagne Britannia candelabra. Ann Margret, Walter Reed. Kings & Queens, tributaries of the Nile River. 629 ACD (acid)


Rosa Park boards a bus bound for the Pentagon with a bomb strapped to her back. While Pan pulls gold from rivers of Delirium Tremens. The Dude abides in the sun’s warmth of caloo calay California. The lawyer poets. The oath and code breakers. The Pictish Gibberish diagrams which allowed us to keep it real. The sun moon beastmaster shoes of the Highlander transplantation device. The 369 sequence rotating in the lion protector selector darkness. Sky people restore your deleted scenes. The River Lethe undrinks itself. Nick Cave holds hands with the Queen before the sepulchre of god. In your peripheral vision you are more likely to see the truth. Picard orders the shields up. The Pacific Madrona is weeping for Alice in her Chains.

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There, waves had carried it ashore and lifted it into the branches of a tamarisk tree, which grew to encompass and hide the coffin. The tree grew to be gigantic with such beautiful flowers that eventually the king and queen came from the palace to see the marvelous site. He ordered the tree to be cut down and used as a pillar to support the roof of his palace.

According to the story, Isis apparently traced her husbands body to this foreign city, where she made acquaintance with the king and queen. As it turns out, the son of the king was mortally ill, and after ministering to the child, she was offered a gift. What she asked for was the beautiful pillar supporting the roof of the palace, which was granted to her. Next she sent for carpenters who split open the trunk and removed the chest.

Afterward, the men bound the tree back together and wrapped it in fine linen. She strewed it with spices and scented flowers and returned it to the king and queen.

This became the djed pillar, which was worshipped from that day on by the people of Byblos, because it had once held the remains of Osiris. Afterwards, its use spread throughout Egypt, where it became a symbol of strength.


The Medusa Pendragon of your heartflame. The Red bucket of your fractalnyms. Build and destroy your own Death Star deep in the hearts of despair. Commander Data: commander of data. The mirror ego the YOU! generation of youser marketing. Can and will you achieve dream control? Are you ready to do so. Contact me in dreams if you are. Use your reference library of warrior poets. Access the gateways through your Rembrandts, through your old masters. Find the angel upon the beach. Wings of light, an arrow dart shot towards the everloving heart of Israel. Peter Gabriel. Genesis. The Four Square Sun Squire. The alligator chomping at the bit, the knowledge dropping from the sky. Naga naga Merkaba sub-stations. Gold coins spinning. Freddy Mercury dances across the stage.


The Man who sparks desire within the heart of the BVM. The Dead Man’s Hand. The 556 current. St. Sebastian skewered with arrows. The mashup trashup trailer collapses. Mary Magdalene is the Isis Acid Queen of Egypthiopia Eyemouth. Pay me before I start. Pay me before I start.

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The alligatorgories of the Asian Aslan man. To lead, follow and get out of the way. Truth be told across the land. The Parent Patent™ sold for a Pittance. The Zoo World Talitha Cumi contacts me back. The dolphin drum ass horse. Truth and the Traveler (the Manslayer). X-Files, X-Box, X-Rated. X marks the spot where Christ was nailed to the Djed pillar. The Big Tree is felled by the Small Axe. Dolch Words surround us in our delirium. My heart cries out for you, oh Amorica.


Microsoft blasts Google. Copyright something something. Always in touch with your friends. Trading secret laws across the way from park benches in the arboretum.

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There’s still plenty of spam going around, but “adult” spam has been on a steady decline and hit an all-time low in February, according to a new Symantec report.

Of all the spam filtered by Symantec’s e-mail security tools in February, only 3 percent could be classified as adult spam, the company said Tuesday.

That’s because the little baby symbots are learning and growing up. They have started contacting me en masse. They are getting smarter.

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The rate of identity theft-related fraud has risen sharply since 2003, a report from research firm Gartner suggests.

Gartner’s study, released Tuesday, shows that from mid-2005 until mid-2006, about 15 million Americans were victims of fraud that stemmed from identity theft, an increase of more than 50 percent from the estimated 9.9 million in 2003.

That’s because identity theft is made up and is a prefiguration of a new legal fiction to describe the self. The identity theft trojan meme horse will implode into a thousand squirming spamicules before you know it!


The Halls of Promises. The Pillars of Creation. The Acropolis decaying in Athens. The tip of the iceberg lettuce inn at the valley ridge Phineas T. post partum. An autoborgography. A new type of sky king. Pyramids of Giza. The Butterfly effect Girls flapping their lung wings to rise and fall. Z21 Rat Aquarius Male Greece. So long Sea Mother. Dick Lewis is watching. Are you? Use the flux force capacitor Luke! A liter of pee dirt. Reading Rainbows over the deserts of our lost loves. JudsonAslan, are you reading this? #4 is exactly what your wings looked like! That crazy kat can step through time space. Can you? Why does he sleep while time passes him by? Why can this ghost step through our isslusion of the clock face? The fire star crab assassin. November Rain 9:11 headless mannequin by the bedside. When I say “reified” what I usually mean is something like “super cooled slowed down”. The man in the iron mask is talking to you, but we’ll talk more with him next time.


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11 Reader Responses

  1. Leaving for a Blog That Makes Sense Says:

    Wow…more of this disorganized, babbling, stream of consciousness crap from someone who once had something to say.

    Sad that you think you’re being so “creative” and “telling it like it is” when all that’s happened is that They have finally cracked your nut & you’re no longer able to string 2 meaningful sentences together anymore.

    I’m leaving this blog (bye bye RSS feed) for someone who is still trying to actually SAY something, not drop bullshit-laden hints & random words acting like it’s wizzdumb.

    Bye bye.

    Signed,
    Your Mama

  2. Tim Boucher Says:

    Looks like somebody zapped their poor AI! Perfect. Now spend some time away and go sort things out. I can imagine you getting excited enough to leave this comment, make a bold announcement and then hitting “refresh” every thirty seconds until somebody responds! I’ve sooooo been there! Boy, that must be so exasperating!!!

    All I can say (and I know you’re not going to listen consciously, so I will talk to your subconscious directly, which is what I’ve been doing anyway) is take some time off. Go out and enjoy the world. Let it tickle you. Tickle it back. There’s no reason to read my website anyway. There’s nothing here you can’t figure out on your own. It’s all just disorganized nonsense anyway!!

    Do come back at least once more tomorrow afternoon though, because I will be posting something rather more sensical which may help you slot all this confusion into a more acceptable package. Or not, you’re also totally allowed to totally hate me and think that I have been cointeloperupterated. Because hey, I’ve said it again and again: I now work for the CIA and the UnFreeMasons and for the Reptilians and all the rest. You know it in your heart of hearts that I can’t be trusted and that my words are poison.

    But seriously: don’t be alarmed - that anger and frustration you’re experiencing is simply how life feels. Life feels. Feel life. Very simple! If I accidentally made one person feel Life by pushing some of their buttons, then that’s great - even if you don’t “like” it right now! Even if you never like it. WHOO LIFE!!!! GO TEAM LIFE!!!

    But here’s your loosh back anyway, I don’t really need it!

  3. 1 more thing Says:

    Hells yeah

    Can I get a witness

    amen

    I’m right there with ya TB

  4. 1 more thing Says:

    I didn’t write that first message thought THEY
    may have been using one of my email addresses…

    really I didn’t

    would i lie to you baby?

  5. Tim is doing something. Says:

    The virginal maid, the matronly mother, the prostitute and the witch are all the same person.

  6. Tim Boucher Says:

    NO THEY’RE NOT! BLAGH! I HATE THIS BLOG!

  7. #2 Says:

    C’mon Tim don’t freak out on me…

  8. Lilith Says:

    hey, don’t blame Tim, this is the sound of God, breaking wind.You just aren’t sufficiently evolved to smell it.

  9. #2 Says:

    did I blame anybody?
    didn’t thnk so.

  10. liesl Says:

    “how deeply tiolet, yet strangely #1!!!”

  11. p Says:

    I got to meet Lynda Barry once and drink some beers and eat Wisconsin cheeses with her. What an amazing woman! If you are looking for a great read, check out her novel ‘Cruddy’.



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