8.20.19 helicopter overhead

They hover. They circle back, you try to figure out if they’re on the freeway (which one? You’re between two, always, for some reason, since you’ve been confined to this god-foresaken town.

Eyewitnesses are notoriously unreliable –

Mark Gordon’s Criminal Minds Paget Brewster

Who I’ve loved since HUFF where she played Hank Azaria’s (mo/apu+ on da Simpsons)

The

Simpsons did it

-South Park

What we’re they thinking?

The hunt.

More like the cunt. Who wrote that script? What’s wrong with Oscar winner in and out burger girl playing the role of elite killing “deplorable”? And who calls fellow countrymen whose vote your brain seeks but heart rejects, as if political turmoil does anyone any good. As if voting with your vagina.hadn’t been issued from a condescending cunt.

Which curiously auto corrects to cube every fucking time.

That’s the outside world.

In my interior realm, all is tumultuous and at odds with my brain. I’m better than this. Than what? Right on the heels of ranting and raving binge watching you watching me oh my goodness we said worried that waiting for Godot might be real, after all,

I thought I should document my ascent with the sane Isame insightful precision with which I partake in self-esteem inflicted srlf-flaggellation as in the scarlet letter – do things never change?

Cue zombies

I know that guy.

Find the sinkhole

I have decided to write the gray American novella, where nothing is great just chalky grey like the Greys pasty anatomy of conspiracy theories where secret service reptilian half-breeds are always British.

Meanwhile, the natives are restless and a stretch of doom creeps, breathless.

Jagged ex-whys and all the imagination in dream land won’t fix a fork in the road, bone spurs on a road less traveled, for a reason.

Cataloging your usage

After abandoning “Don’t waste your time,” I still needed a receptacle for the ongoing churn of real time, actual human assessment of the tools of our digital trade.

I’m an unofficial tester of all things related to aortic writings of a familiar lean. I’ve tried most interfaces and delved into a multitude of platforms. I stopped short of learning how to code (for dummies, et al) because I am too old.

The notion that I would fill up that brain storage space with a language designed to communicate with a machine that is supposed to evolve with me in the time space continuum just isn’t as interesting as discovering the one hundred she eleven languages officially considered “lost” since only one speaker of its native tongue remains.

Rastro philio pustrocity

Rastrophiliopustrocity was hard to come by these days, but she prevailed.

These dialects of our tribal languages are inextricably woven into the human (auto corrects to kung-fu, btw🤔) ability to commiserate, collaborate, communicate and concentrate on the meaning of words between like-minded folk.

Those spoken and written lexicons adapted with us over time.

Mutter see

Lena L. Leon

Tuko pamoja.

Together pajamas.


So then, what could’ve been the very first word to ever be spoken?

I have three theories.

Cuidado! a warning to your child that the wooly mammoth behind them is a threat to humankind’s existence.

I love you. The word love needed to be made one day.

God.

Either in caveman prayer or attached as namesake for that particularly desperate invocation, of mythological proportions, why have you forsaken me which must be addressed to some “one.”

We needed an anchor, preferably guttural, perhaps elliptic, but definitely a one syllable word for that guy.

We had to assign forever a gutwrenching association to some supposed creator (would the word for God be different had we known we were worshipping atoms as Adam?).

The poet never knows.

Battle cry


For the record

June 27, Two-thousand nineteen

Review of “mailbuzzr”

Graph and Stat

The possibility for greatness exists: fast, ability to maintain semblance of control over mailbox folders, loads ginormous amounts of unread emails without crashing like other apps. But no snooze option? Can’t customize the swipe actions? All I want is a better version of mailstrom where I can delete multiple emails sent by the same robot and actually check emails I want to respond to (mailstrom aka chuck in mobile platform – talk about weird branding) is good for mass deletion that’s it. So I tried buzzr for a second time since their app popped up as the bee’s knees. All I can say about it is the aesthetic is working for me, it loads fast and the notification sounds are rad. Other than that, there is nothing to set it apart from spark or Edison’s email (which has some terrific features but crashes too much) app which has added features to save you money based on your e-commerce records (without being cumbersome).

No ability to add email addresses beyond outlook or Gmail is limiting as well since I still maintain an old yahoo account due to the  personal and professional accounts associated with it. Not being able to do that means mailbuzzr cannot be the sole email app needed to manage an inbox  behemoth.

TV I.V.

she strained to listen

or was it

simply

to

hear

An amalgamation of loss

HERE, we found nothing

The player sits ugly

Waiting

the ship comes in

Lady Magdalene

Cartoon imposters

Hold sway

The amount of coin changing hands

with open air moniker abides as

He teetered above

before landing

at her feet.

The marketplace part 1 (to be continued)

Part 2: The quadrants

Wrangler and Peregrine

her otak

Just like her hero Roland in the gunslinger protected her

with vision

She rode the mare Misty out to the point, Chincoteague Island was in the distance.

Part 2: the heroine’s journey

Part 3: Glassell Park where Alayna sits in a tree overhead.

Watching her human spirit reside.

THE IDLE WIND

Don’t go walking slow

man on fire

The Devil’s onto you

Fire man

You’ll get on that talk show

Two hundred million guns are loaded


The sky is blue and so is the sea
What is the color, when black is burned?
What is the color?

Smoke signals don’t look back & Satan’s got your back

ponder perpetual motion

we’ll meet

by the red tree

All I know is

the one I love

is gone

to Zeus

As Hera

Forges

what’s you’re made of

In the basement

kiln of artist and

Demigod

Prometheus

What did he want with

Man, again, she asked

Oh you’re just a girl

That was said

a daily running tally

Kept by all the schizophrenics

she’d ever fled

fed

or acknowledged

YOU ARE INVISIBLE

when you are homeless, persecuted, systematically suppressed- no voice or

words mislead

like the horse

trying to make

him drink

He won’t

He the has not

You the wannabe

Me aha is here

I have an elevator pitch for St. Peter

the existence of

whom

can be called into question

corroborated

but not quite Congo gutted

Contiguous

Configured for this dimension

GTFO!
Olive Oiler

my baby left me, never said goodbye

Rue de la ciudad

How does one redraw the narrative that tells the truth without giving it all away somehow not losing so mucho of you.

This Esperanto keyboard is keel of hello 80s to the jerk

Crash

The Boy Who Cried Werewolf (2010)

FEAR drives market ta

72.

Rules

Coburg Tyre

Conjecture

Another set

More gone

Ahead of the curve

. “Mary Jane” has moved from Woodstock to Wall Street

DISRUPTIVE🔌/Acceleration /

Panic mesh Ryder

Brain pain
Traumatic brain injury

Collassus

Answer no one.

Diffidence is self-distrust; modesty, a humble estimate of oneself in comparison with others, or with the demands of some undertaking.

Europe dies, Oceania Rises. Unified Soul Wanderers call bluffs while lying in wait.

A lair of shade.

Don’t forget to lock up.

They are watching you.

iEye©️MCESCHER

I almost wanted him to be god so he fouls up sometimes

The most dangerous enemy of truth and freedom amongst us is the compact majority—yes, the damned compact Liberal majority…

—Henrik Ibsen, An Enemy of the People

74.

Prosthesis Function Y

It was manifest waste

Subterfuge the strategic plan

Erase as you go

EtchASketch

Virtuales candidato listón para cambiar

A Minster de Diablo

I appeal to HIM

73.

Before you go —

Tyehimba

I have been touched by my God 
in my creation,…
of anointing callus across my face. 
I know the lyric of her pulse ..

-Tyehimba Jess

Carved Marble

God of the fallen water jug, 
of all the hope a vessel holds 
before spilling to barren sand. 

God of flesh hewn from earth 

God of flesh hewn from earth 
and hammered beneath a will 
immaculate with the power 
to bear life from the lifeless 
like a well in a wasteland. 

In a wasteland

I’m made in the image of a God 
that knows flight but stays me 
rock still to tell a story ancient as 
slavery, old as the first time 
hands clasped together for mercy 
and parted to find only their own 
salty blessing of sweat. 

INDUSTRY

Indus try

Inside

with

MJ Hempton

. “Mary Jane” has moved from Woodstock to Wall Street

DISRUPTIVE 🔌

Acceleration

…representing a 🔌


force for a slew of industries, including pharmaceutical, tobacco and beverage companies.

I’m made in the image of a God 
that knows flight but stays me 
rock still to tell a story ancient as 
slavery, old as the first time 
hands clasped together for mercy 
and parted to find only their own 
salty blessing of sweat. 


3

It’s like investing in the liquor industry in the 1930s, when Prohibition ended.

/

/It’s not just about getting high, though.

Problem is, signs are emerging that the marijuana green rush is becoming a bubble in search of a pin. But we’re starting to see a proliferation of dubious investments.

75.

A proliferation of dubious investment

Disruptive dissonance breathe recklessness

The Facts of Existence

A Safehouse for Muses
SANCTUARY

We may solve, circumstantially, the augmented reality of a parallel universe.

Eurasia, a penultimate groupthink epiphany arises out of a simple equation.

Spillover effect

Spiraling, extreme, volatile, carbon-dated, altered sequences of DNA adapting to robo-vacs, wired rocks & the smart abacus as dimensions revert to chaos, incrementally – because

chaos is where it goes.

THEY ALREADY MANIPULATE OUR WEATHER PROJECT woodpecker

Woodpecker Project

American scientists working for the Pentagon have published research which demonstrates how to hide history as it happens.
A team at Cornell University working with the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (Darpa) has published a report in the journal Nature demonstrating how to hide an event for 40 trillionths of a second.

Two beams of particles travel round this tunnel are made to collide

The dispersion of the material is manipulated in time

Time:

the black hole in orbit

semantic equivocation.

the black hole of inaccuracies

  • dark energy

  • The black hole sun

    time is invariable through all portions of the universe

    These firms support mission-critical, high bandwidth applications involving cloud-based computing utilizing machine-to-machine connectivity.

    Chimp

    like chips

    clip

    Stockholm

    Stepford

    Saints and sinners,

    frozen dinners

    But you don’t

    can’t say how

    all that you do not know

    accumulated,

    Tied up in a bow

    semantic equivocation.

    the blockchain-backed registry provides a decentralized mechanism for centralized mechanics’ collateral damage


  • ˈɛlzəviːr

  • Elsevier – one of the world’s major providers of technical information.
  • As opposed to non-technical disinformation.

  • Their grip on information
  • ‘includes the entire academic research lifecycle, including software and data-management, instruction and assessment tools.[4]’

    a fragile mental picture of what was happening with each step of the algorithm.

    It is Friday before memorial day

    The Extreme Deep Field

    2:17 in well you needn’t

    Music is math

    There is that

    Or as she liked to put it

    XDF

    The extreme deep field

    Of you who are not the only one

    That’s artificial intelligence

    And me

    Hey hey hey hey….Alley’s the roughest place I’ve ever been
    All the people down there….Livin’ for their whisky, wine, and gin

    7 billion light years away

    Felt more like 6 million

    Closer than
    5,500

    Gal

    Axes

    galaxies

    How do you exonerate a feeling?

    OH to be fooled

    is not to play the fool

    Be kind heartened

    Learn how to hunt your attacker

    How can you possibly get enough time

    One minute

    Then another day

    Bad deviations

    Sad decisions

    Finally make their play

    Cher Baker plays

    These foolish things

    It’s as if he’s the only one who knows

    she thinks

    not alone

    Just isolated

    in her own debris

    Calibrated to degree

    take it easy

    3:27

    Black eyed peas and rice

    XDF is the deepest image of the sky ever obtained and reveals the faintest and most distant galaxies ever seen.

    • An eXtreme Deep Field of Dreams

    “XDF allows us to explore further back in time than ever before”, said Garth Illingworth of the University of California at Santa Cruz, principal investigator of the Hubble Ultra Deep Field 2009 (HUDF09) program.

    explore further back in

    time than

    ever before

    The universe is 13.7 billion years old.

    • the XDF reveals galaxies that span back 13.2 billion years in time

    So, .5 billion years, just unaccounted for (・・?

    The early universe was a time of dramatic birth for galaxies containing brilliant blue stars extraordinarily brighter than our sun.

    Yet 4,000 jobs will be lost in the industrial North. 4,000 people who aren’t your father, or brother, or otherwise denuded tree of life, stripped of industry by the forces at work at this particular time in this particular place, called Britain, a former great power, whose claim to fame in 2019 is all the fish and watery creatures (eels, loch Ness or Nessie, are filled with coke. Saturated in cocaine. High as Top Gun.

    (Free Willy followed Jaws, the Cuba Gooding, Jr. Ididerod movie was made after Old Yeller, White Fang, Benji and light years away from Benji: the Cold War Years and Benji: before the opioid crisis, and other tails…

    Mike McGyver arrested as a girl, for drug residue on his overlord plane.

    B-b-b-b-buh-buh-buh-benji and the Feds

    The light from those past events is just arriving at Earth now, and so the XDF is a “time tunnel into the distant past.”


    The youngest galaxy found in the XDF existed just 450 million years after the universe’s birth in the big bang.
    • The light from those past events is just arriving at Earth now, and so the XDF is a “time tunnel into the distant past.”
    • just 450 million years after the universe’s birth in the big bang, baby Galaxy was born in a morgue

    1-light is a slug;

    2-time tunnel?

    3-how distant past?

    Life = get addicted, go to detox tough love

    When I’m rushing on my run

    And I feel just like

    Jesus sun

    How is it this way we’ve become

    Gentleman fentanyl

    Bogieman grief

    Set-up just

    to set ‘er down

    Lie to disguise

    Gave the blues

    you choose

    HEROIN &

    subpar

    DNA

    Safehouse for the Muses,

    I’m

    Humming along

    Bring a disruptor

    Take a micro dose

    of the American dream

    and check your notifications in the morning

    reality is nothing more than our dreams turned into banalities.

    Jamake Hightower, Primal Mind

    honky hanging

    Cracker Barron

    of munch house

    oh yeah

    He died

    Didn’t he

    Overdose?

    Bunch of em showed up

    All two of Em

    Including nine multiple personalities

    Didn’t he allegedly burn up in a car

    A pacer in fact

    Completely in tact

    Larger than life

    King boy georgette

    Of long lines

    and razor blades

    Everything was escaping

    From what now is a

    vacant lot

    Lit up

    Fragmented

    Held up high

    expectations

    Abound

    Relentlessly

    Sold

    As long as there’s a

    Buyer

    He grinned

    Chimmm chin charooo

    So scary he was

    And the circus tents at

    State fairgrounds

    growing up right by

    the women’s state “farmand

    across the James

    schoolyard

    straight coordinates

    down stream

    The men’s penitentiary

    My mother would drive through ” these aren’t the violent criminals” hills while my brother and I took that shortcut more than we should. And driving recklessly he was, always in that 74 dasher we drove into the ground between Henrico and the independent city of Charlottesville.

    Of the 41 independent U.S. cities,[1] 38 are in Virginia, whose state constitution makes them a special case. 

    #FOMO

    you’ve invaded my brain go away

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