The Traveling Twin

The human brain is the final Frontier.

The behavior collected by machinations now is bafflingly pervasive. It happened so fast, our collective heads: spinning.

And yet, we are still, more or less, just spinning with our planet to create the existance of time.

The control and the variable abide.

The crap shoot.

The root of back to square one.

The inevitable, predicted demise, based solely on analysis of past situations which, by the very nature of their shared understanding, the collective consciousness of the planet in one second of this March day in the year two thousand and nineteen.



Where was I?

Oh yeah.

Simultaneous time is better than stationary time, don’t you think? says Alice, the graduate student who reaked of spontaneous exchange of fluids, after hours at the lab where she gets extra credit.

Alan considers then remands: as you know, Heather, time dilation is a difference in the elapsed time measured by two observers.

As each is situated relative to a gravitational field, presumably pulling in proportionate measure.

due to a velocity difference

relative to each other.

In relation to each other

Bleeding over a person who can’t forgive. He astounds the relative space between them with hyperbole and hypocrisy, at a time when solidarity is all that matters.

It exhausts her on an existential level.

I want to be erased. I think. She hears inside her mind, during those times of deepest darkest memories, long ago relinquished but now cascading in under no pretense of co-existance this time around.

It’s almost as if extinction were wired in.

that is if the world survives til March 29th. If revisiting a thought when there are so many new ones will ever again come to pass.

It’s all happening so fast, she said.

I know, he said. Inertia is obsolete.

Time is moving faster that’s all I know.

Mar 29, 2019

9:12 AM

To sum up, the common practice (which also makes a lot of sense!) is to choose, within the set of configurations of the test that correspond to the null hypothesis, the one that gives you the highest probability of Type 1 error

It’s mayhem on the cognitive dissonance front, ya’ll.

You’re a dying breed, he says.

To which she was supposed to bow or curtsy. Pliet or sashay, not sure, just do it quietly, don’t want to disturb the neighbors.


Psuedo-Illuminati” have infiltrated major global banks, multinational companies, drug companies, global media, armament companies, the world market in hard drugs, the security services and institutions of governments.

Conspire to Greatness

Alaska Alan says, I have one question. Before chewing on his cud. Why haven’t they done us in already? Chomp to the beat of the song on Pandora diner music, as determined by your DNA sample swipe collected at solyent green terminals as you enter iHap.

Hap for happiness is pancakes and unidentifable breakfast meat. i for everything is about me. So when you make it about you, I know it’s really about me. That’s how the matrix works these days. Not quite how Ursula Le Guin described and no thanks to Orwell and Ionesco.

And yet, here we are. Wondering if T.S. Eliot was content as purported to be, due to female companion the story goes. Nietzsche not so much. Yeats, no. Keats, sort of, but Coleridge, with the fatal blow, takes everything you know before you go.


a sleepless slumber

that walking numbness acquired by

individuals making up collective society

We are no hive,

no pride,

no longer

even part of any


We are solo flights

on the fringe of galaxies

So huge

someone’s forgotten

us here.

You’d think that’d be self-evident.

Fair and just

Sure, I’m sure, something’s amiss, a matter gone awry, we don’t really know how to respond, react, interpret or analyze, so we will revert to myths and religious doctrine to create a palatable narrative.

For those who cannot accept the tenets of virtue, service and higher calling, who claim it’s servitude and pliability the lords and slave wage masters are after. And that occasional drive by where the ghetto girls have arrived like clockwork for thousands of years, where the poor are kept alive through an allure of alms, the romanticized version of the humble beggar, the hooker with a heart of gold, the junkie who doesn’t rip you off, but you still end up taking twenty out if your wallet.

Just like sister Ray says…

Alan P. Samuelson continued : And science certainly did nothing to help on THAT front.

The preservation of the species one.

What with spent rods buried in the desert of Nevada, irony intentional with Vegas burning holes in your pocket as atomic bomb tests, alien landings and nuclear “waste” stored in “spent rods” assuring the earth cannot survive without man to monitor his mess (China Syndrome came out before Love Canal).

Atom the Antiquity

She asked, first thing:

Why is it that it’s only recently we’ve heard excessive use of the word cabal?

Something to do with agenda 21, he says.

Junior scoffs. He’s joined late, as usual.

He is of the mindset that he doesn’t want “it” to be this way, so it isn’t.

He reaffirms this with successive acts of genius, a penchant for profitability and possessing in excess of net worth to self worth ratio, projected and dejected returns to divestment because no one wants to give their money to a company that knowingly harms humans to turn a fast buck.

That was the second biggest lie ever told.

Wanna hear the first?

It’s not that, that’s not a lie, but a philosophy. Philosophies, like faith, can be adapted to suit the geo-political temperament while mollifying any misappropriated misanthropization like Kafka, for God’s sake, or that awful as in disturbing downer Mother Courage. Don’t let the millennials #readBrecht

The worst illiterate is the political illiterate. He hears nothing, sees nothing, takes no part in political life. He doesn’t seem to know that the cost of living, the price of beans, of flour, of rent, of medicines all depend on political decisions. He even prides himself on his political ignorance, sticks out his chest and says he hates politics. He doesn’t know, the imbecile, that from his political non-participation comes the prostitute, the abandoned child, the robber and, worst of all, corrupt officials, the lackeys of exploitative multinational corporations.

exploitative multinational corporations and you

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.


Take note

To make sense of anything

One must figure it out.

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