What you give away

It occurred to me the other day that you might be lying about whether Ray Ray was a pathological liar.

Aren’t all junkies?

Creeps.

No. I was gonna say, everyone’s favorite junkie a premiere funky who gets sulky in his freewheeling scene -stealing calamide lotion staring down the street while you pop those friggled uptown

home of the brave my ass I heard her say as you walked away

But save that for another day

Sing the song of truth

No one knows your name

Bring in

calamity Jane

Citizen Kane

Nathaniel Zane

What?

Are you insane?

Some people call me loco

Mean Jean Feline

Coke machine

Powerful but

enamored

with the “wrong”

Crowd

Subjecting Objections to

You’ve known you were both object and subject your entire life. It’s sewn into those scars in the skull, precious time our loved ones have occupied, and the sentido that cannot be explained.

Primal wound, they say. Abandonment issues. being adopted is a deep rooted transformative thing and there’s no way to express, not for me anyway, right this day, three years extreme trauma, extensive damage (why I’m still alive, no one knows), and emotional desert, entertainment the monster, media the Medusa turning you all to stone, Aphrodite survives as does Artemis.

We’re screwing this up, aren’t we.

The emptiness abides,

Provides the answer

in its silence.

object subject

How you meld two polar opposites becomes scar tissue, burrowed reaction time, downward spiraling survival rate, diehard anti-everything you have yet to say.

This was the inevitable outcome?

Look at the data. Memorize the theorem.

Don’t ask questions.

If you’re not born into advantage, you’re fucked. But not always.

Your affliction, Dissociation.

They’ve got statistics and probabilities for things like that. Charts, graphs & data ad nauseum, tested and evaluated, substantial wariness.

The things that matter.

The advertising campaign for global warming shows a beautiful tribe, no ugliest amongst perfected DNA,

This was no Typee, forbidding communication breakdown, hidden hand misfeasance, miscreant miscalculations.

 Sure, no problem is the most overused syllogism because to bring up the word problem infers a new subject.

The Clone Wars

The Chinese may unwittingly take the credit for greatest human blunder. We wait and see.

The Chinese roll the dice, here, we say the die is cast. We don’t give up, won’t give in, and are not necessarily defeated. Why this is assumed is something we shake off.

We “won” the war of moral humanity only to fritter away, sometimes rotten to the core from secret wars, outsourcing success, selling out our people, the people, those we could learn from – why not be the strongest not the craziest?

When do we jump? Here come the lemmings but they don’t all jump.

  • furlough the deep state
  • privatized prison owned by SCOTUS
  • grave robbers, hobnobbers, rabble rousers @ dc
  • LOBBYISTS GREED-MEN not freedmen PUNDITS PANDERING PREPARING WORDS TO SLAY YOU.

.


260.82% of a common year

some perspective is needed

Ray Bradbury Brad Rayburn Blurry Ray

-again, empty, saddened, sore. I lie on the floor, sacked by evil doings everywhere, any & every what I could never have premonitioned 22,848 hours ago.

260.82% of a common year (365 days)

simplified by sadness

Sustained by grief

Not enlivened by

The vengeance option,

Not enchanted

festooned and festering

score keeping, hemming, hawing, sintering, gnawing.

She feverishly knits

A blade rips

Skin from bone

the repetitive moan

despite pain

awareness

of death

as another’s

design.

This is the realization. This is the why.


The object rests her case.

Subjective, empirically derived conclusions follow a rationale that factors in the rarefication of air mundanity of insanity columns and chambers where secrets are told in exchange for lies to uphold.

Dissociative disorder gets you by.

Thirty eight years, what’s been done, and in the thick of it again.

Fifty-three. Knowing so much more, feeling so much less.

Can less be much more than before? Where am in the 11 dimensions, the 21 agenda, the trinity of existence, surrounding existence and inexplicable frames of reference reduced to spirit, contextual, biurnal, unequivocally repatriated subcutaneous angst. Which philosophers, physicists and poets agree is uniquely mankind-made.

While they digress over points of regress and surmise that sublimation is a given methodology accrued over time. Well, where did we get it then?

diversion of the energy of a biological impulse from its immediate goal to one of a more acceptable social, moral, or aesthetic natureor use.

–which implies acceptability takes time, counters our intrinsic need for immediate gratification.

a purification or refinement;

ennoblement

respect; dignify; exalt:

Is this all just a little too Borgesian?

ABC News reported congressional investigators are looking into Robert Foresman, now Deputy Chairman of UBS Investment Bank.

With Burnett’s help, banker Foresman “found his way onto the daily calendar of Thomas Barrack,” who at the time was chairing what would become Trump’s inaugural fund, ABC News reported citing internal emails.  Burnett is the guy who was brought in to oversee entertainment for the inauguration festivities.

This Producer, The Apprentice

Below with mighty joe young

Unscripted television

Me, as well

952 days

It is 952 days from the start date to the end date, end date included.
Or 2 years, 7 months, 8 days including the end date.
Or 31 months, 8 days including the end date.

Alternative time units

952 days can be converted to one of these units:
  • 82,252,800 seconds 
  • 1,370,880 minutes 
  • 22,848 hours 
  • 952 days 
  • 136 weeks 

Objective:work that pays enough to live and go to Paris one day

Also: not dying

Doesn’t mean I’m not terrified

or Transmogrified

Gen-X

therefore I eXist

I’ve worked in south Korea, South Africa and Greenland.

I’ve created an apocalyptic social experiment through documentary style shooting and intensely effective confessional interviews. (I’m a master.)

I’ve run shows reflecting cultural and ethnic identities because presupposed identity labels, I slay. Story wise and foolish.

Authenticity’s light: credibility. Ability to deliver the truth as the story commands – see Scheherazade or my version, Zerazade for details. The purpose – shifting.

The process – often not uplifting.

80 plus hour weeks, two Emmy noms , one win, countless series.

That’s how it works. You work hard for the people you respect.

I

Professional Profile LinkedIn

https://www.linkedin.com/in/katherineelizabethwalker

I’d love to discuss your project.

Here’s my calendar link to make finding time easy

https://calendly.com/kdub/meetme

voodoo town, handle down

You end up on the other side of what might be considered going down town

dodgy, cagey or downright oblique

But like a character made by Stephen King, you prevail, dragging your sorry ass past the doom, and the gloom, not checking facebook, only using it for logins, you’re free God dammit who the fuck just cut you off in traffic?

#bornintheusa

Views of the World 🌍

R u still in

Ahoy

shot callers

Co.at combat

I’m a bomb convict top Ramen Amir flavor savor make a wick but get written up so you make a light

FBI DBI three stories tall eighth of mile long

Microdosin neocon hawk lobbying mesh gates of hell

Hang on we’ve got a customized scan of your personalized scam right here

It’s like I’m may

in seotei

September

Be advised

She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order

All the pieces I am
Places to stand

You.

In the crosshairs

like a deer

red dot

cross roads

243

3 billion Chinese can’t be eying

US

can they

They said

They forgot

It went on

like that

for years

her blue canvas dripping onto the

soot of the pavement. Vague scent of hot mop asphalt near death-fo-tanement

more like a fonzi scheme hhhheeeyyy

Questionable sources 🧪

She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

-Toni Morrison

In other words, Garza had a right to a proceeding, and he was denied that proceeding altogether as a result of counsel’s deficient performance.

After all, there is no disciplined way to “accord any `presumption of reliability’ . . . to judicial proceedings that never took place.” Ibid. (quoting Smith v. Robbins, 528 U.S. 259, 286 (2000)).

that he in fact requested, or at least expressed interest in, an appeal on a non-waived issue,” id., at 21-22, or alternatively (2) “`that there were nonfrivolous grounds for appeal’ despite the waiver,” id., at 22 (quoting Flores-Ortega, 528 U. S., at 485). We decline this suggestion, because it cannot be squared with our precedent and would likely prove both unfair and inefficient in practice.

participating as an amicus on Idaho’s behalf, s

that, but for counsel’s deficient failure to consult with him about an appeal, he would have timely appealed.” 528 U. S., at 484. So long as a defendant can show that “counsel’s constitutionally deficient performance deprive[d him] of an appeal that he otherwise would have taken,” courts are to “presum[e] prejudice with no further showing from the defendant of the merits of his underlying claims.” Ibid. Because there is no dispute here that Garza wished to appeal, see supra, at 2, a direct application of Flores-Ortega’s language resolves this case. See 528 U. S., at 484.

Where, as here, a defendant has expressly requested an appeal, counsel performs deficiently by disregarding the defendant’s instructions.9

Usually, the driver who is backing out is found at fault, unless two cars were backing out at the same time and hit each other. In that case, fault is usually shared between the two drivers.

Typically an accident where you hit a car that is legally parked will result in you being found at

Underdahl’s petition asserts that he is entitled to relief under 28 U.S.C. § 2254 because (1) he was denied the right to a speedy trial; (2) of prosecutorial misconduct; (3) the court improperly instructed the jury under Minn. Stat. § 634.04; and (4) the evidence is insufficient to sustain a conviction.

I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people.

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Mar 8, 2019

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#belived

On thr msbkr

Out with the g-damn old already

It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak.

Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year.

I’m in some kind of hell, with anger issues all around me and I’m just a stoner from Goochland, Virginia who happened to be in the New Yorker last week.

The yelling is bad for me. The lack of any form of patience and the jail house rock. Training for trauma. Again and ago and more system install.

“Which country has New Year first – New Year 2019 and last uninhabited places to observe New Year 2019 – 12 hour format World Time Zone”

https://www.worldtimezone.com/newyear.html

So here’s to the nineteenth may it be our last chance since 2020 the sources of the sources say it’s all over now.

It’s been a year of onslaught and I iSsubordination, firings and I quits from our pillars of piety, trust and wisdom.

Yeah right.

We walked the talk

Activate another device

*228

Now we belong to someone else™️

Switch accounts

Registered to the wrong me

HappyNewYear

The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore.

Never stop looking over their shoulders.

Is that any way to live?


I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years struggling to get by – with a reprieve absolutely ruined by forces that have left me broken, afraid and without conviction. I’m just so tired of it. Soul-weary from this collective mechanation of the mind, commodified body, no way to find a way through the muck.


Miss Maslow.

  • The hierarchy of needs like a diaspora of the mind, a momentary lapse of hit send, revoke access, shut out shut-ins littering the lowlands.

<li>Disappeared.</li>
<li>Were they ever here?</li>
<li>She cried for the forgotten. Took that to her grave now forgotten.</li>
<li>

Who will weep for me?


  • Then.

    There was suddenly, overnight, in dog years (our conception of time is flawed, I feel in my bones), it would seem, there was too much information. Too much noise. To tune out. A body to maintain as advancements perplex the mind, solder the soul to empty turrets of half-chewed advice.

    You simply can’t learn enough. The rewards in society are ambiguous and strained. The fodder is there. The boat explodes. We are all adrift on the Miss Maslow.

    The criticasters are telepathically hypothetically signaling their displeasure seconds before the wiring between brain and mouth engages, at variable rates of play.

    So there is that. The obvious urge to be stratocaster mcsnark is overwhelming when one feels helpless and realizes it’s actually much worse.

    Everyone, literally and figuratively, in due measure, according to their thought machine‘s neediness, and seeking any available encumbrance, is starving.

    Some quite literally for nourishment of the body (which stalwartly holds up the capricious brain), some in the beveled corners of their soul. All, for replaying of time.

    The hierarchy of needs prevails. The soul gets bled out. The machine overrides the individual. All is collectively lost.

    The main feature of the plan is that it moves credit

    creation from private hands to public (government) hands, with the public unaware of whom is really moving the government hands.

    It would seem some of our species cause this. It would appear they are gearing up for some sort of purge. Just like science fiction. Notice who is bearing down on your brain.
    Paralyzed by inequity, uncertainty and dissolving commonality, every man becomes an island. Existing in hypostatic congestion. Coagulants of amorphous soul sauce, baked into the pan.
    Attack on all fronts
    Trauma Centrifugal Limit
    Sacred Geometry

    The number two health issue
    Time slides & we forget
    C-PTSD YEAH YOU KNOW ME

    Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t.

    G-force
    G chord

    And contrary wise, what is wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?

    . Alice in Wonderland🍄

    🛴Newspeak👍🏿

    But who’s

    Watching the

    Watchers

    Youth Against Garrulousness

    ‘He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have.’

    Due to integration with shortcut bells & whistles, the washing of the brains has been accelerated.

    mythological entanglements form integumentary patterns

    a format to interface

    with or without your

    platform

    terrifying ancient techniques to turn the Chinese people into mindless, Communist automatons. He called this hypnotic process “brainwashing,” a word-for-word translation from xi-nao, the Mandarin words for wash (xi) and brain (nao), and warned about the dangerous applications it could have. The process was meant to “change a mind radically so that its owner becomes a puppet.

    But that’s China, right? Not the USA where freedom is celebrated and your mind is owned by capitalism not communism.

    So, what’s the difference?

    State-created borders

    They are amorphous when you consider the history of wars.

    Because most possible answers are wrong, and there is no force to guide us to the correct answers. 

    So we are adrift, prepping for six month power outages, outraged over various multiple choice questions and just plain starved for what we’ve missed in letting the lesser of us take over the control over the rest. The money man over the teacher, the lawyer over the doctor, the marketing genius over the farmer.

    We’ve let this happen because everyone is too busy supporting a family, burying head in sand or building up defensive reactions to new ideas or old ideas repackaged in new millennial-friendly bytes since millennials are all that matter any more. Or so they believe and they have the upper hand of 83.1 million representing more than one quarter of the nation’s population.

    And because we are the tenth most dangerous country for women:

    The United States is the lone Western nation to make the Thomson Reuters Foundation ranking. The United States is ranked 10th because of its third place rank in sexual violence — which includes rape, sexual harassment, and coercion into sex — and sixth place rank in non-sexual violence, such as domestic physical and mental abuse.

    And this is our hierarchy of experience.

    The nothing to fear

    Lie

    Nothing to doubt

    Except your faith

    How could you

    The loneliness palpable

    The sadness a gritty fog

    Never ending seconds of loss

    She’d sold her locks for a gold chain to carry his grandfather’s pocket watch. He, of jaded brow, records cleaned and secured, signature duos, the real thing. Better than bank notes in tangible currency. But he’d had to give up his beloved timepiece, the one “inherited” by his bastard nation and begrudgingly at best, from the grandmother. Pop would’ve understood he told himself. He’d held onto it for too long anyway.

    Besides, as Beauregard Beneficent was fond of repeating, Time is meant to be given away, not sold or stolen.

    You know.

    Wayne didn’t reply. He’d learned the equally important lesson when one is a bastard child amongst blood relatives / lay low, under react, don’t ever get too familiar, never be laughing alone and never left laughing last at your own joke. Unless a trip to the south side funny farm is your dream destination.

    They do let you sleep

    then

    I’M JUST GOING TO CRAWL
    BEHIND THIS DUMPSTER HERE
    AND CURL UP AND DIE
    OF INFLUENZA

    The brain concurs –
    A November

    embedded

    influenza

    Entirely online

    Objectivism’s central tenets are that realityexists independently of consciousness, that human beings have direct contact with reality through sense perception (see Direct and indirect realism), that one can attain objective knowledge from perception through the process of concept formation and inductive logic, that the proper moral purpose of one’s life is the pursuit of one’s own happiness (see Rational egoism), that the only social system consistent with this morality is one that displays full respect for individual rights embodied in laissez-faire capitalism, and that the role of art in human life is to transform humans’ metaphysical ideas by selective reproduction of reality into a physical form—a work of art—that one can comprehend and to which one can respond emotionally.

    Hobbes meet Locke.

    Galileo with Pythogorean mirrors

    Casey Harris Denton

    Molly Maven Luce

    Were married

    An experiment

    They never looked for her

    They never knew why.

    Never thought that it should be discussed.

    But how do you forget a life?

    It’s easy. They said. We were born to forget.

    untruthfulness

    Notwithstanding

    Treacherous

    Innocence

    Seems like I’ve been here before

    But I can no longer be separated from my heart. And just like that half the naupaka blossom glided off the vine and into the shorelit dust of surf

    1. Branded identity
    2. Corpuratrized copulence
    3. Accosted by one’s own accomplice
    4. A doppelganger on every corner.
      She crossed her legs like Sharon stone
      Nailed the elevator pitch
      Sold the show
      Paid the bill
    <li>And died <strong>running up that hill.  </strong></li>
    
      yes I am Mr scam

    He got the most beautiful tiara he could find at this late hour on this last eve.

    BUT SHE HAD CUT HER HAIR FOR A GOLD CHAIN TO HOLD THE WATCH HE’D SOLD FOR THE VEIL DIAMONDS FOR HER LONG BRAIDS, now sitting in a jar. .

    He went off half cocked, in complete disarray,

    In the making, complete disaster. no man was his master.


    There are doors that open by themselves
    There are sliding doors
    And there are secret doors

    Intra-generational imter-species hyper-mutilation.

    Conrra-costa with the mosta


    There are doors that let you in
    And out
    But never open

    After years of waiting

    We’d been up all night, watching the light split forth from the impeccable drafty dark draft days.

    I’ve been saved by a woman

    She won’t let me go

    She won’t let me go

    Trouble, trouble, trouble.

    [Overheard, on every street corner]

    Oh I

    oh I

    Oh oh

    got an overhead downshift

    and a two dollar grill

    Copping St Andrews

    But barely alive

    The cabin cost $ 72,000 grand to move, For this TV show. Bob had told Stacy he didn’t want to do it. She countered: seventy-two grand? That’s a lot of cereal. And bowls.

    This is how you keep their interest this is how you keep your job this is where you’ll have a career and this is where you’ll be buried

    Hats of tin foil.

    {Overheard

    chronicles}

    • can’t say or you go away

    For a long time

    Tuesday’s mourning

    The bare leaves

    the heat upending

    fires melting down our lives to ash

    waiting to recover our DNA

    who knew the dream of trailer park retirement was fraught with danger, a cloak of complacency covering the forests down the five until we were forced to cry Yes, any faith in ‘California dreamin’ has finally died with Paradise burning, the soot covering bare metal like snow, the ash – a choking in-the-know.

    We are reduced to less than all our parts-defining moments, memories cherished then charred. What is the take away as they say? You lost everything and have no place else to go. Fire, smoke, gone. Not like drying out after a flood. Picking up, salvaging, repurposing.

    ash potassium pit

    The Phoenix rising

    shedding light

    shining in

    the distance