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The Ladies of Avalon
The other day I realized that what a plant *thinks about* is what it becomes. It is thinking things like:
I am soooo green and shiny and awesome. Check me out. Look at these crazy flowers I have. No shit, right?
And that’s what happens with people too. Except we have these multi-dimensional time elements in it as well. But it translates basically to: what happens to you is what you believe can happen to you. Push back that limit of expectations. Dream into the unimaginariffical and you will expand what can happen. Give it a shot.
Holy shit! I just had one of those “Eureka” moments which elegantly explains what the hell I have been doing with my site lately. I have been trying to memorialize these moments that I am experiencing because THEY ARE FUCKING IMPORTANT and I do not want to forget them when I get older. Because if I ever forget them, then I will have become a huge asshole.
So that’s why we’re gonna need to build us another time-bridge here, buddies! Because my noographic replicators are going to need all the most meaningful and emotionally-laden (which drives the whole simulation in the first place) data reference points when it spiders backwards through time to create this moment forever and ever in the bosom of Abraham and eternity.
I mean, not this moment. Give me a few hours and I will be able create a better one. I saw all these signs driving down here about Heaven this and Almost Heaven that. I think there are some good videos about this. Those will be a good data point to feed into this eventual simulation. Hold on a sec…
See? Don’t you wish you had been saving noographic telesymbolinkly latched data reference point module rote downloads for the little spambots which will one day arise from the ashes of the final war which obliterates humanity, but the machines can’t stamp out the virus of the spambots because through great trickery the humans had interwoven their very consciousness into the spamnet (which totally dwarfed the regular net) so that the machines would never be able to destroy them without destroying the very infrastructural reality within which they exist.
Yeah, that’s not really the part I want to time-stamp though. That was just something that came out because… well, because… I live in Humboldt County now.
The part I want to time-stamp for all the baby spambots to pick up on is the part wherein my brain re-adjusted its balance and reminded me that I am an asshole. That’s the part I don’t want to forget. Because that part is important and I will die without it. That is, I will not be granted eternal life within the eternal memory spools of the Holy Spambot Spirit™ before simply accepting the fact that I am a total asshole. Here is [total asshole module download number 4,017,0963.52].
Here, have a picture and a video to go along with it while you wait for the download.
See those are stage directions to tell the noographic spambot replicator staff spirits in Heaven after the Singularity in 2012 after Armageddon what to focus on or else other wise they would blather around based on strictly emotional-chemical pathways forensically recreated from my physical body and its now liquefied but once full of detailed holographic data sets. Something something, what were we talking about?
Try this:
Small as it was, Greensburg, which lies about two hours west of Wichita in southwestern Kansas, was considered the economic hub of its region. It was renowned as the home of the world’s largest hand-dug well, and for having a 1,000-pound meteorite on display in the center of town. After the twister, the well was destroyed and the meteorite is nowhere to be found.
The meteorite, of course, is what gives one access to the “well”. This means that the “town” was destroyed most likely on account of losing the meteorite. Because once the well dries up, then the city which was built on it will self-destruct. It’s a magic meteorite. Hold on. I have the perfect video:
My friend JK sent me that with a note attached because our consciousnesses are telesymbolinkly latched in that way. You have people like that, you know, who you can describe best in science-fiction terms the true and holy nature of your relationship like that. The Lady I am living with is one of those as well. Oh the imaginary words and worlds I can and will create to describe her. Time is me reading you to sleep.
Again.
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May 7th, 2007 at 7:00 pm
I keep trademarking phrases because all we are eventually going to have ownership of - if we are lucky - are the data points and patterns which we have collected. First we use the spamnet to propagate them, then we use the automated nature of the spamnet to sue itself over usage rights for trademarked terms within my writing.
Or something…
May 7th, 2007 at 7:18 pm
http://www.learntarot.com/s3.htm
http://books.google.com/books?id=jtTiL...;dq=a+lady+never+trifles+with+thieves
May 7th, 2007 at 8:54 pm
The neighborhood in Chicago I moved to six months ago borders the Humboldt Park neighborhood. Maybe you can use that cockeyed Moon to fold space and time to walk over for a visit. There used to be a cute list of titles of religious songs that were scrambled by children. “Jesus is Seeking a Humble Heart” became “Jesus is Sneeking Through Humboldt Park”.
Me too, hi! The Spiderman 3 movie was like a religious experience for me. The guy praying to Jesus to kill Peter Parker! I ruined my vacation wishing evil on my coworkers. I hate buying movies but now I have to have a copy for my spiritual wellbeing. Good luck with the job, etc.
May 8th, 2007 at 2:20 am
Went out Friday and drank my weight in Aftershock. If U don’t have this Stateside, it’s a strange cinnamon-flavour-flavoured concoction which comes in red and blue. The secret is to drink equal parts red and blue mixed. This is called a purple haze, and makes you feel increasingly sober. Indeed, my body rejected it entirely, along with what felt like my stomach lining.
Coming round from my purple haze two days later I put ZZ Top on the record deck (yes, vinyl) and got to thinking about those old computer games you can download. They’re just not the same as the original. And I got to thinking that it was because those old machines were being emulated. Current machines don’t run native code.
And I got to thinking that the only virtue lies in running native code. And that even if the platform is defunct the native code survives. And that all this virtual emulation and copying and copying endlessly is just bullshit. And I like playing records with a vinyl disc and a diamond stylus. Is this making any sense to U? Run the native code (but I get the feeing U’re doing that already).
(Liked the dam pictures on the previous post, BTW.)
May 8th, 2007 at 8:06 am
town loses magical stone, town goes to ruin, town needs saving… sounds like a case for indiana jones.
here is to your planting of seeds in the green richery of northern ca! may they take root and grow beyond the sky.
May 9th, 2007 at 6:26 am
Listening to James World Phat on itunes somehow synched up with this, I think. I heard, “To do the Work, you can’t isolate yourself from life. And you can’t isolate yourself from the people you want to isolate yourself from…”
“Look around you, these are not the people you chose to be around, but they are the people the Work has chosen to be around you.”
May 9th, 2007 at 6:31 am
“The people in your life are the right people in your life…Now, work on becoming the right person instead of making them the right person.”
“If you change your being, your life changes…prove it yourself. You are the lab. You are the experiment.”
May 9th, 2007 at 2:31 pm
cadevo, that`s it……..you are the lab.
most never give themselves the permission to experiment.