“IDGAF and feeling sorry for yourself are NOT the same thing, but they often share the same apartment.” – Dr. Freckles
If I were okay …
“If I were okay I wouldn’t be here.” – Dr. Freckles
Social media …
“Hermits like social media because it’s like micro-dosing human interaction; also why we hate it.” – Dr. Freckles
Dancing nurse …
“The ‘paraglider’ is this year’s ‘dancing nurse’, the ‘ghost of Kiev’ was last year’s.” – Dr. Freckles
Slow burn …
“Many non-linear processes can appear linear … until they’re not.” – Dr. Freckles
A cigarette …
“A cigarette is a reason to wake up in the morning, a GREAT reason.” – Dr. Freckles
Everyone is lying …
“If you get the feeling that everyone is lying? To include you? – you might be close to the truth.” – Dr. Freckles
Maybe Tomorrow
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FRANKENSTEIN: an existentialist novel
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein as an exploration of self in the world.
I haven’t been doing my work as a disciple recently … and I said “no news” … fuck
Link: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/oct/07/hamas-and-israel-at-war-what-we-know-so-far
- thief in the night
- He’s better than ant man
- we should be ready at any time
*** Hamas or Hezbollah, paragliding into a music festival, abducting and killing … yeah … this is all too real.
Spider Webs
Disillusioned at your own rate …
“Everyone has a right to become disillusioned at their own pace.” – Dr. Freckles
Maybe tomorrow …
Maybe tomorrow I will learn to fly, so high in the sky that I multiply and become like whiskey …
Maybe tomorrow I find a hidden tunnel to that magical beyond place, where frolicking monkeys sell you cigarettes and hookers … maybe …
Maybe tomorrow I invent love-sauce, and become like Ron Jeremy, as if I had the super power of total bone control and access … and maybe I marry a porn star wife … and maybe the marriage ends in divorce.
Maybe tomorrow I eat brisket with an old friend, and we talk about pistol nuts and french fry cream and albino elk. And maybe it’s important.
Maybe I will soon find the love of my life, and marry her in a meadow, and bury her next to the others, maybe? Maybe if I’m bad, right?
Maybe we get the FRANKLIN STYLE merge-tune in the coming weeks, when harmonic energy attains 5 levels of scale … and there’s pie. Maybe.
Maybe next week we will see new kinds of crispy chicken sandwiches, and this will trigger further crispy chicken wars and riots … and from this will be born a new sense of respect … maybe.
Maybe the oceans are dying …
Maybe I shambled out of apedom yesterday …
Maybe every Charlton Heston movie was true …
Why didn’t we build an ARMY of Charlton Heston robots? – we could have … we SHOULD have … maybe.
Maybe we did land on the Moon a few times, and then we forgot how we did it for half a century, as we spun tales of “singularity” and “super tech” … except when it comes to Space bro … less than 1000 have been there … think. Maybe “space” is bullshit.
Maybe my woman cheated on me with Dennis, and maybe Dennis is younger and hotter … but Krystal, you said you LOVED ME forever … forever is longer than 3 years Krystal. I love you … come back to me baby.
Maybe soon, perhaps within a year, I will travel to the mountains of Dysteria, and feed upon cumpus bread and tiggly wine. My garments will be made of silk and showered and poured upon by the gentle rains of spring, as the figures of disdainful regret hunt me and haunt me to the end, to push me onward to the blue star of destiny … perhaps THEN I will find my true love, hidden in the shadows. She will have crabs.
Maybe in an hour or two I’ll find the lost charms of DELMORDOS … and my male strug-levels will go through the ROOF … which means I have to move to the Jersey Shore and become a ja-brony … eat corn nuggets filled with anabolic steroids … power boost my blood with unknown things we dare not speak of … I think soon.
Maybe in about 2 weeks aliens will arrive from planet TOOBA, and with them will come the great discoveries of the galactic elite – carbonated fear drinks and used cigarette butts will be their bounty. I will gaze upon their sleek and greasy style, as the mileage provides hag energy, and the elf was to trod nowhere, and the heralds of chaos warn of coming storms and other crappy stuff … maybe. Maybe some kind of JRR TOLKIEN bullshit …
Maybe when the sun turns black and the clouds become acrid and sorrowful, I will GO to the Stingo Priests who sojourn near Sequim. They will share stories of adventure and piracy and lost pimps from Vancouver Island who do not understand the desire for “Thai food and craft beer”. Their generous offerings of thought are rejected, and I cast upon their visage a gaze of dynamite fury – and their lost memories are regained, as a lead pipe hits them on the back of their nasty heads. Very soon this will happen.
Maybe I’ll start lifting weights … get really fit and have those washboard abs … find myself a brunette kind of baby and marry her and move to the woods to have our fill of carnal bliss. She leaves me for Yurg the Archer, and they hunt beaver near the swamps of Krelm … and that would make me sad, probably really sad.
Maybe the STAR WARRIORS of Hollywood have x-wing fighters and millennium falcons and large imperial walkers … they shall reign in infamy as the LA tigers seek diesel fumes, and the ingenue rioters have nothing for them waiting, and no new livery apparel to wear to the cowboy weddings and vampire funerals … sure.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll stop doing crack … I’ll stop walking the street, looking for land-wax and opening up to random prostitutes and totally self aware alley thugs …
Maybe I’ll make ape-pudding for dinner, and I’ll sit in my cubby and meditate on camper style life changes and various forms of worms that will dig into my brain and infect me with pain … and the heat-chills from the weird residuals left over from other dying flesh … sure.
Maybe you can pack a wound with broken glass and sand and metal shavings and vodka … maybe it gets infected and you end up with some monstrous thing growing on you, with greedy eyes and lustful spirit. In days you are covered in boils and roiling with the fevers of a million diseases … but you don’t die, nature will not allow it. Maybe you get better and learn to surf … and this would be nice.
Maybe in a few days I’ll start fishing for something … I’ll grab a pole and some line and a lure … I’ll stand frozen upon the pier, looking out upon the rustic seas, imagining great creatures that luck down below and are so saddled with their own contentious dismay … I am aggrieved to know that twilight life still swims there, and feeds off the poison of the world. And I can stand and breathe … and drink jug slurry … maybe.
Maybe they’ll find the groodol soon – it will be tasty and sweet and neat and come from the bottom of the Pacific … seen post Fukushima … it’s happy and nice, our new style crab meat … one big red eye, it cannot die.
Maybe I build lasers designed to save whales …
Maybe I take that trip to Toledo, the one I’ve been putting off …
Maybe I join the GRONKIS LORDS or the WEST SIDE HOOLIES and do the jig with REBAR and pillow cases filled with d-cell batteries … sure.
Maybe I do this tomorrow.
I was born …
MISTER SCRUMBO
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Mr. Scrumbo, he’s our friend …
- Mr. Scrumbo, he’s our friend, mr. scrumbo knows the end
- Got chapter one of BFW1 finished … hopefully I can keep up a pace of one chapter per week. It’s hard to say. Some people would look at my life and feel sad or disdain or hate … I have what I need, and some of the things I want … not perfect, but workable. Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face … your retirement plan, blumbo world, sucking fat for biodiesel …you could end up in the diesel.
- The monkey-herpes infected my testicles because I was pooping on a honey bucket, and a driplet shot up and touched my nutt sack … and this is wrong
- “It’s always a slow burn until it explodes.” – Dr. Freckles (Hemingway’s “how did I go broke”) These are big events, perhaps a 10,000 year event … Berlin, april, 1945 is where we are at … it’s “slow” until it’s not … desire for nature to be incremental and linear is not a rational argument … the slow burn is wishful thinking and last minute bargaining … at any time, right now, the system has a likelihood to go into multiple failure states … it can handle a few at a time, but not as many as are coming … and when that begins, everyone gets a lesson in discontinuous functions … Everyone I know is bargaining right now, in terms of the kubler-ross stages of grieving … denial, anger, bargaining … the core turning circle of American consciousness. Better get to depression soon, and then to acceptance.
- 2020/2021 as a “rehearsal” … what if all that nonsense was just a military style rehearsal, a simulation, to gather data for some FUTURE OPERATION that might not be fake … it might be real. Think uber / lyft … think data mining and modeling … complexity. As a military psyop it makes sense, but at a deeper level the reason might have been more than “how do we keep people busy”, it might also have been “how do we know what they will do” – and “they” in this context are the little people, us.
- “Be brave enough to be kind.” – Dr. Freckles
- Superman / Stalin / Man of Steel / “nice stalin” / learning / and the desire to be ruled. Super heroes are generally bad messages … childish notions
- My time travel ideas and a Hawking Sphere …
- Good day on Friday, got paid, not stressing about what’s coming … you shouldn’t either. It could be horrible, probably will be, and many of us are not going to make it … so what? “life is hard” has been the invisible tattoo on every living thing since the beginning …
GREYHOUND to VORKTON …
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Bleenbensville (state of Vorkton):
– Alive and well.
– Don’t like giving out details of other people’s homes.
– About a month ago I had to quickly come up with a plan because I would have no place to live.
– Shit happens, I miss my friends Justin and Beth, I miss Boomer. I miss that place in Utah.
– I didn’t have time to come up with a great plan. Not even an adequate time.
– I had a sibling moving from Maine to the Olympic Peninsula in WA State. Podcasting from the state park at Dungeness Spit. Two people drowning can’t really help each other. I bought beer and cigarettes.
– Little Saigon, Seattle, showed me how hard actual street homelessness.
– Vorkton isn’t far from Michigan or Ohio or South Dakota, Grinken Town is east of us.
– “Survival Quest Theater” might be coming back.
– Vorkton is not far from Florida in a way.
– “Shadow Over Innsmouth” by H.P. Lovecraft, kind of like that, but no “fish man” ending … instead just me being a country boy. I think through progression I’ve realized that I am a country boy.
– Safe and sound and okay in Vorkton0
CLEAR THE AIR ON COVID (a slight concession):
– I’ve stated since 2020 that what we’re going through is primarily military psychological warfare. And every great PSYOP is also a snuff flick, people are killed for realism.
– There might have been a bio-weapon used, but it wasn’t first generation style. It was highly targeted geographically and demographically.
– Little Saigon, Chinatown Seattle, transient housing and lots of undocumented Chinese workers. Construction never stopped, flights from Asia never stopped, commies marched up and down 12th AVE, bisecting all major access paths to the Seattle hospital system’s emergency rooms.
– Targeted bio-weapon with built in self-destruct.
– They don’t want you to have a sample of this bio-weapon, so self-destruct seems necessary.
– A lot of organizations have the money for the tools to produce bioweapons.
– COVID doesn’t make sense as a first generation modern bioweapon – it makes more sense as a very advanced bioweapon.
– they have mastered the art of geographically and demographically controllable bioweapon. Not a normal bioweapon.
– Vaccines: some are poison and some are placebo (saline or flu shot). “Seattle Mike” and I looked at the CDC and other government data, and found that the flu disappeared.
– CDC to Hospitals: “here’s a check, call it COVID, put them on a respirator”
– CIA likes to kill in a way that looks like a natural death.
– Prior to the COVID there was a banking crisis in 2019.
GREYHOUND JOURNEY:
September 2nd:
– Got enough money that my brother was able to help me to get tickets on the Greyhound.
September 3rd:
– went to Seattle.
– going to boondock the night before the Greyhound ride.
– we went to see a movie that night, “They Live”, on the big screen from 1988.
– John Carpenter, a dark visionary.
September 4th, Labor Day, part 1:
– wake up from boondocking
– get to the Greyhound station in Seattle and no one working there.
– they had one guy who cleaned the poop seat
– 8:30 AM the bus showed up, we lined up behind door B
– that first bus ride was okay
– bad “sky painting” visible in Ellensburg
– “I blame Jesus” – t-shirt
– 50 mega bytes of data
– one of the best chicken strips ever in Pendleton, OR, Union 76 station
– drove through the Blue Mtns, 4194 feet
– dude with alerts on
– read ZH headlines: ARGUS AI from SOCOM that will scam the WWW about Putin and monkey herpes … Ukraine-monkey-herpes nonsense
– Ontario, OR, no bathroom – left a stench in the trench
– got a weird infection from the bus
September the 4th, 10:40 PM, in Boise, our next bus driver (worst bus driver ever):
– trying to help a fellow traveler
– who are you
– fuck your keyboard
– “I don’t care” “I’ll make sure it doesn’t get smashed”
– “can’t leave early”
– young MAGA African American gets targeted by the bus driver
– “Luke Skywalker pee speech”
– “if you’re going to Denver, you should have put your bags in the first compartment”
– “if you’re a man raise your hand”
– he seemed high on meth
– bus driver loaded up on sugar
September the 5th :
– “All’s well that ends.” – Dr. Freckles
– “fuck you” incident with next bus driver, talking to meth-bus-driver.
– “have you ever been to a place where all hope is lost, where all that is left is patience?” – Conspiracy Theory (1997) ans: GREYHOUND
– Driver replacing meth-bus-driver was still kind of angry
– “I am traveling with the lost, discarded and forgotten.”
– Greyhound will make you want to kill yourself.
(so much more)