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Lackluster Ruminations, definitely will help you get a good night’s sleep.


Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of...

Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time of the Triumph of Venus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here are some more random thoughts running through the undercurrent of what
is left of my synaptic membraims.  If you trail off though you may miss something.

Crumble.
Decay.

teeth falling out one by one
spots showing up in field of vision

but fingers know the way
if not, they find the way

to keep the Spirit smiling

crocuses poking their heads out early
in my imagination
or maybe not MY imagination
hard to tell these days what with
crimes against reality

perpetrated by every 14 year old with an iPhone5

So I have to fill out another paper document for the amusement of the Matrix and
as I ponder this and see this document in going off in transit like the opening credits
of Monty Python’s Flying Circus and wonder what mysterious object the Matrix turns
it into upon its arrival in the Central Processing Unit. Perhaps they just convert it into
a binary string that they pipe into their comedy clubs, if the Matrix has such things.

Her pussy, every time, felt like what Prince Charming Felt in his nads when he
slipped that Glass Slipper on Cinderella’s foot.

My kingdom for an eclair!


Feb 16th, 2013

Well, my Level 4 Replacement Matrix Board is coming along quite nicely.
I have colored in the main Matrix Area with oil pastels and included a
Pizza Mandala in the center of the Matrix proper.

The Pizza Mandala came to me spontaneously when I was staying with
my lady in California.  We had purchased a “Limited Edition”
California Pizza Kitchen Pizza and I had baked it for our supper.

Upon cutting the “limited edition” pizza, I suddenly cut the design into
a design that would be hard to describe, but it was not a typical pizza
cut and when my lady came to look at it, she was a bit surprised and
wondered how we were gonna eat it.

I have since put the design on many of my constructions including my
wizard staff and the ill-fated Original Level 4 Matrix Board.  I had made
the rookie blunder of including a Superiority Complex attached to the
Main Matrix and the results were disastrous.  My lady pitched the
original, as well she should have, after my escape back to Ohio when
the shit hit the fan.

Fortunately, the Pizza Mandala that I included in the new Matrix Board
has worked quite well and things have been improving with every step
I take in its construction.  As I had mentioned, I had colored in the main
Matrix with oil pastels and applied fixative to set the colors.

Since then, I have proceeded onto the second stage of affixing items
to the Matrix Board.  At this stage, I have completed the process of gluing
the strands of uncooked spaghetti to the main Matrix and will be looking
for objects to glue both within and outside the Main Matrix.

I have already made up my mind to obtain a laser reader from a
compact disk drive for the scanning ray of the Matrix Board.  I will
either cannibalize an old computer CD drive or possibly go to Radio
Shack and see if they sell anything close in their gadget drawers.

Which leaves me wanting an eclair at 3 AM

 

Ruminations leading up to my 49th Birthday


and we are another step or rung on the ladder, i feel, by
obligation of our incarnation and to the people who raised
us from dust with their faith in humanity, for all its foibles
and folly, and the people we in turn raise with our actions
and words.

In the digital age, it seems to me that the Machines have
figured out a strategy to rid the world of humanity’s excesses
by slowly driving us further into insanity, at the peril of
once again losing all that we have built as a species. Tabula
rasa. Well played, Machines, well played.

The newspaper in my dream seemed very real. It was divided up
into its regular sections and I thumbed through it looking for
ads on stamp collecting, but not the sports section. I never
find stamp ads in the sports section, even when I’m dreaming.

I”ve been told by Gumbytron that my matrix panels are some
sort of hologram catcher, similar to a dream catcher.

sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna have fun
sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna be sheep
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
and not give a fuck about Li’l Bo Peep

sheeple e’rywhere ain’t hurtin’ no one
sheeple e’rywhere ain’t doin’ no wrong
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
carry on sheep-lin’ all day long

OK, I got the main matrix colored in for this level 4
replacement board. It’s taken me a while just to get this far
as I spend a lot of time considering what messages to send the
matrix in each layer of construction. Soon, after setting the
oil pastels with fixative, I can begin the process of attaching
and gluing items to the panel. That is some work in itself!

for they were free
free to worship Mammon
and wrap themselves
in His chains

to be carried by the weight
down
down
down
finding comfort in the Fall
finding comfort among the Fallen

is contemplating the riddle of the Sphincter…

Buzz Trip through the Cosmos


manhattan solstice 3

manhattan solstice 3 (Photo credit: Dave Kliman)

 

The Neighborhood Nuts are all hunkered down in their
campers, hovels and sheds for a snowy Solstice.  I
didn’t make it to pops to restock his whiskey supply.
I don’t expect he’ll be going anywhere today.

I’m stationed here for the Solstice in South Mantucky.
My friends all pussed out on putting together a
Solstice Party so fuck ’em.  I’m gonna hide in my
room and try to channel Gumbytron.  It’s a perfect
night to tune into the Divine.

Or get obliviated.  Perhaps I’ll do the latter, I’ll
see what over-the-counter and prescription goodies
I can whip up into a Smoothie and take a Buzz Trip
through the Cosmos.  Ah, but those days are sadly
behind me, I gave up on polluting myself into a
stupor quite a while back.

I had wanted to go down to Lake Hope for the Solstice,
I was supposed to be there for the 72 hour opening
of the Blue Gate but it wasn’t in the cards.  I had
thought of renting a cabin down there but again none
of my buddies would commit.

I could have worked on the replacement matrix board
for level 4 I suppose, which by the way is progressing
nicely.  Getting rid of the Superiority Complex is
a major improvement over the previous prototype.  And
the Pizza Mandala in the center of the matrix grid
looks quite good.  I don’t think I’ll include any
intersects of divine intercession into the matrix but
mazy add a few gates.

Which reminds me, I have to get my Hyborian Gates
cards back from Knight Chris so I can complete my
matrix board.  I could also use some found objects
but nothing of interest has turned up around here.

I feel kind of naked without my wizard staff.  I
should have brought it with me to Mantucky.  At least
I have my spell book, “Space Ghost : The Sorceress of
Cyba-3,” with me.  Don’t think I’ll need it but you
never know.

 

That Scratchy Smelly Itch


Map of Ohio highlighting Portage County

Map of Ohio highlighting Portage County (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s spring 1995 and me and Knight Chris are heading up to our
apartment on Thurber Drive when we’re accosted by Dave 14.  I
recognize the look in his eyes as he asks me for a couple of
dollars and say, “Come on up.  Nothing’s too good for you boys
on the front lines.”

Dave 14 follows Knight Chris and I up the stairs to our third
level flat and follows us into the apartment.  I can tell Knight
Chris is a little concerned as he leaves Dave 14 and I alone in
the small living area we share.

I invite Dave 14 to sit down in the high back chair opposite mine
in our little command center.  He sits and begins studying the
matrix board I’ve been working on. I say, “First, I’ll have to
sign you into my log book,” and I pull my log out and write his
name neatly on the first page.

“Would you like to smoke a joint?” I ask.

“Sure”

We share a stick of some good hydro that an ex-girlfriend’s new
love is selling.  Dave 14 takes the first drag and passes it to
me, holding it all in.

“Nice expansion…” he says as he blows out a cloud of smoke.
“I heard you were roadkill on the internet,” Dave 14 follows.
I’m somewhat taken aback by this new piece pf information and
think back for a moment.

Ah yes, the weekend after Thanksgiving, I had gotten caught in a
time warp and had wandered off in my car looking first for New
York, and then Eden.  In fact I had abandoned my car beside the
highway in Portage County and had a vague recollection of me
somehow having been run over in a car driving video game on the
newly established internet.  I feel none the worse for wear
knowing that I have been dead for almost six months.

Dave 14 takes another swig from his forty and I say, “You can
take my place here any time you like.  I look him in the eye,
almost pleading for him to trade places with me.  He seems to
be caught in a little time warp of his own as I think about
my father and Knight Chris in the other rooms and never seeing
either one again.

He mutters, “Wha—?”

I reply, “You can take my place here any time you want, you
don’t have to leave, I’ll leave.” The time warp seems to eclipse
Dave 14’s senses and it looks as if he is reeling.  He rises,
shaken, trembling and says:

“I have to go,” and staggers toward the apartment door.  I let
hi  out reluctantly wishing he would stay and take my place.

I would visit Dave 14 later that week in his little outpost he
shares with TC underneath the overpass across from my apartment.
He seems perfectly placed among the cardboard boxes, cans of
food and empty forties.  He introduces me to TC, another soldier
in the war, who, Knight Rodney tells me, is still living near the
underpass to this day.  I never saw Dave 14 again.

something about nothing at all


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27 November 2012

Been all over Gumbytron’s Cremation today, and I must say, a fine day it was.  Woke up groggy around noon and had my day’s first cigarette.  Bugler.  Trying to quit the nicotine scene but those darn drones they keep flying 24/7 keep chemtrailing me with subliminal tobacco advertisements.

My sis need me to run and take her kids to their practices so I did that and headed to Downer Town to take a book to an old friend.  It was a copy of the Illuminatus Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.  I had to read it twice to get the story but definitely want to read it again.

Finished reading my reader’s copy of Bent: Atypical Girl by Teri Louise Kelly and absolutely loved it.  Forgot to mention that.

Anyway I went to Downer Town to visit an old friend and we went out to dinner at El Campesino’s and the place was empty on a Tuesday night.   Got to have some decent Mexican food and some conversation other than the Buckeyes beating the Wolverines.  Actually we talked some deep shit.  Theosophy, Chopra, the cellular hypertorus I was down loaded with,  the prophetic dreams she would have.  You know, usual wizard stuff.

I like wizards.

After that I stopped at my surrogate father unit’s little shack near Huckabuck to have a couple shots of Evan Williams and smoke a hooter.  He’s not all plugged in, which I like, and he told me some good drinking stories.  He usually does…  I reminded him that he was Cronos which he seems to forget when he’s been drinking.

Drive the 22 miles home thinking about the shape of reality I want to see and how it all seems to be happening around me.  The moon is full and we are supposed to have a penumbral eclipse but I’ve gone out several times for a cigarette and still haven’t seen the eclipse.  Gonna go out have one more smoke and look.

ramblings about matrix boards


linear map attached to a 2-by-2 matrix

linear map attached to a 2-by-2 matrix (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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here is a picture of my level 3 matrix board in operation in my bunker.  as i mentioned in a previous post, i screwed up on the construction of the level 4 matrix board and i’m going to have to go back and make a new one.

the matrix first came to me in some download in December of 1994 and i constructed level 1 out of a piece of cardborad in jamuary and february of 1995.  that was a big mistake because when the people on the matrix board started warring with each other i broke it in half in anger.

but that is another story…

the matrix is based on what i perceived to be a “cellular hypertorus” that could be navigated via the matrix boards that i build.  years go by between building of levels.  the prototype for level 5 is in the bunker next to level 3.

on another topic, more on downloads, i received some downloads the other day while i was inspired and of all things, the men in black were shooting at me again.  i wonder if they somehow got my coordinates because i hadn’t heard from them in a couple years.

i wish the Illuminati would pimp my ride.  my minivan is in sad shape.

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