Friday, January 28, 2011
My Life is Eternal
(6)
Sipping on beer #11. Hungry! Kootch has hit the sack. We are alone. Sip. Gonna be a short night. No whiskey needed. Sip. We will now proceed to a totally new blog category: Your Imaginary Question (YIQ). Hmm. I just reached into 'the bowl of questions' and pulled out an imaginary random query from an imaginary avid fan...
----------
Q: As an 'old geezer' you will be dying soon. How do you feel about that?
A: Whoa! Good question!
Q: Answer!
A: I don't worry about it.
Q: You lie!
A: No. My life is eternal. Nothing to worry about.
Q: How can you say that?!
A: I do not remember my beginning. I will not remember my end. My life is therefore eternal.
----------
And with that I will wrap up tonight's blogposts and do a little surfing.
Stay dry if you can...
Sipping on beer #11. Hungry! Kootch has hit the sack. We are alone. Sip. Gonna be a short night. No whiskey needed. Sip. We will now proceed to a totally new blog category: Your Imaginary Question (YIQ). Hmm. I just reached into 'the bowl of questions' and pulled out an imaginary random query from an imaginary avid fan...
----------
Q: As an 'old geezer' you will be dying soon. How do you feel about that?
A: Whoa! Good question!
Q: Answer!
A: I don't worry about it.
Q: You lie!
A: No. My life is eternal. Nothing to worry about.
Q: How can you say that?!
A: I do not remember my beginning. I will not remember my end. My life is therefore eternal.
----------
And with that I will wrap up tonight's blogposts and do a little surfing.
Stay dry if you can...
Communicating With The Holy Ghost...
(5)
Whew. I then decided to contact Lucifer:
----------
lu: Hello?
me: This is a test.
lu: I know. They don't know.
me: Whew.
lu: With the possible exception of The Holy Fucking Ghost.
me: Uhoh.
lu: Right. I suggest that you dial 321 immediately.
me: Thanks!
----------
I then dialed 321 on the Brown Telephone and extended the antenna. hg answered immediately.
----------
hg: ?
me: Do you have any fingers?
hg: -
me: Interesting. Do You have a Brown Telephone?
hg: -
me: How can you know what I am signaling?
hg: ***
me: Huh? Sheer Fucking Intelligence?!
hg: +
me: %-@;=?!
hg: ...
me: I forgive You. Don't do that again.
hg: ,
----------
Whew. I then decided to contact Lucifer:
----------
lu: Hello?
me: This is a test.
lu: I know. They don't know.
me: Whew.
lu: With the possible exception of The Holy Fucking Ghost.
me: Uhoh.
lu: Right. I suggest that you dial 321 immediately.
me: Thanks!
----------
I then dialed 321 on the Brown Telephone and extended the antenna. hg answered immediately.
----------
hg: ?
me: Do you have any fingers?
hg: -
me: Interesting. Do You have a Brown Telephone?
hg: -
me: How can you know what I am signaling?
hg: ***
me: Huh? Sheer Fucking Intelligence?!
hg: +
me: %-@;=?!
hg: ...
me: I forgive You. Don't do that again.
hg: ,
----------
A Very Close Call
(4)
Whew! It dawned on me at the last moment that god might make that 'cause-effect connection' which would enable Him to - in effect - 'turn off the Brown Telephone.' Whew. I barely saved our current spiritual communication protocol, folks! Whew. (I need another beer... Popped open beer #10 at 1938 (tap)). Sip. I dialed Jesus in order to test our current spiritual connection. Jesus answered immediately.
----------
js: Hello?
me: Is the middle finger on Your Right Hand now extended?
js: Of course. Why do you ask?
me: Ready for an upload?
js: Ready!
me: Pussimus Maximus! (I upload the link.)
js: OMG!
me Thought You'd like it.
js: You have really good taste.
me: Thanks. Call You next week.
js: Sooner is better.
----------
Whew! It dawned on me at the last moment that god might make that 'cause-effect connection' which would enable Him to - in effect - 'turn off the Brown Telephone.' Whew. I barely saved our current spiritual communication protocol, folks! Whew. (I need another beer... Popped open beer #10 at 1938 (tap)). Sip. I dialed Jesus in order to test our current spiritual connection. Jesus answered immediately.
----------
js: Hello?
me: Is the middle finger on Your Right Hand now extended?
js: Of course. Why do you ask?
me: Ready for an upload?
js: Ready!
me: Pussimus Maximus! (I upload the link.)
js: OMG!
me Thought You'd like it.
js: You have really good taste.
me: Thanks. Call You next week.
js: Sooner is better.
----------
A Spiritual Experiment
(3)
Back after watching the news. I have three tv sets going simultaneously in the LR, so I was able to watch ABC while I recorded CBS and NBC for later inspection. Just popped open beer #8 at 1809. Buzzing appropriately. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack. Nose running heavily due to face rad.
Eyes watering.
Well, folks, clearly this series is headed in the direction of 'spiritual communication.' Hmm. I need to contact somebody on the Brown Telephone. Hmm. Ok. Let's go right to the top:
I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately.
----------
gd: Hello?
me How's it going up there?
gd: As usual. Why do you ask?
me: Are You willing to do an experiment?
gd: 'Experiment?' Huh?
me: A test. Are you willing to participate with me in a test?
gd: Ok... I think...
me: Great! I want to test the signal strength of our Spiritual Communications System devices. Are You willing?
gd: Yes. Sounds interesting. Test? What is a 'test?'
me: It's complicated. We can discuss that later. Are you ready?
gd: Ready.
me: Is the middle finger on Your Right Hand extended?
gd: Of course. It's always extended.
me 90 degrees with regard to Earth's direction I presume?
gd: Of course.
me: Ok. I want You to count to ten. You must curl up your middle finger after the count of three, then You must extend it again after the count of six. Can You do that?
gd: The pope is obviously Catholic.
me: Obviously. Begin... NOW.
gd: One, two, three, static.. seven, eight, nine, ten. Ok?
me Well done!
gd: I AM God...
me: You have reinforced my hypotheses that the length of the middle finger on the right hand... uh-oh...
gd: Yes? Please continue.
me: Sorry. Nature calls. Gotta poop. (I hang up.)
----------
Back after watching the news. I have three tv sets going simultaneously in the LR, so I was able to watch ABC while I recorded CBS and NBC for later inspection. Just popped open beer #8 at 1809. Buzzing appropriately. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack. Nose running heavily due to face rad.
Eyes watering.
Well, folks, clearly this series is headed in the direction of 'spiritual communication.' Hmm. I need to contact somebody on the Brown Telephone. Hmm. Ok. Let's go right to the top:
I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately.
----------
gd: Hello?
me How's it going up there?
gd: As usual. Why do you ask?
me: Are You willing to do an experiment?
gd: 'Experiment?' Huh?
me: A test. Are you willing to participate with me in a test?
gd: Ok... I think...
me: Great! I want to test the signal strength of our Spiritual Communications System devices. Are You willing?
gd: Yes. Sounds interesting. Test? What is a 'test?'
me: It's complicated. We can discuss that later. Are you ready?
gd: Ready.
me: Is the middle finger on Your Right Hand extended?
gd: Of course. It's always extended.
me 90 degrees with regard to Earth's direction I presume?
gd: Of course.
me: Ok. I want You to count to ten. You must curl up your middle finger after the count of three, then You must extend it again after the count of six. Can You do that?
gd: The pope is obviously Catholic.
me: Obviously. Begin... NOW.
gd: One, two, three, static.. seven, eight, nine, ten. Ok?
me Well done!
gd: I AM God...
me: You have reinforced my hypotheses that the length of the middle finger on the right hand... uh-oh...
gd: Yes? Please continue.
me: Sorry. Nature calls. Gotta poop. (I hang up.)
----------
Time for the News!
(2)
Much of last week's blog was little more than 'informed speculation' of course. Well informed. Off to the fridge for beer #4 at 1601. Buzzing nicely. Back with beer #4 at 1603. Met Kootch in the hallyay on the return trip. She smiled. I slapped her on the butt. Sip. Why did the Egyptians choose the week-end to entertain the international community with their internal problems? Couldn't they have waited a few more days?
Concerning the 'new blood,' I took the 'day shift' through my 'training day routine' with the loaded .357. The night shift will soon get a similar version. It seems only fair to me that those newbies should be fully aware of the risks of the job. BTW, I also mentioned that 'microwave radiation' damages the eyes, and I requested that they stop it. Clearly they have not complied with my very reasonable request. (But little or no face rad for the last ten minutes or so.) My conscience is now clear... Better slip those kevlar underpants on, boys...
Back with beer #5 at 1632. Damn. The news is so fascinating! Watching CNN and MSNBC intermittently.
BTW, (being gassed now) I got a quickie view of Rahm Emanuel's right hand today as he was waving to his fans in some or other file video during a newscast concerning his eligibility to run for mayor of Chicago. I noticed that the middle finger of his right hand is much shorter than the other fingers (could not contact Blogger...). Apparently he cut part of it off while slicing meat with an electric saw. It occured to me at that time that poor Rahm could never use the Brown Telephone, because the right middle finger acts as the 'antenna finger.' (BT instructions state very clearly that the Brown Telephone must be held in the left hand, and that the middle finger of the right hand must be extended (alone) while 'pointed toward Heaven' (up). The Brown Telephone itself must be held to the left ear with the left hand and otherwise operated as a 'cell phone.' These 'rules' were instituted by Galileo, who invented that device.
What is the problem with a short middle finger? Wavelength: All Brown Telephones operate in a very narrow wavelength range. Middle finger length is therefore fundamental. Longer or shorter middle fingers would fail to radiate the required amount of power for interspiritual communications. Simple radio/antenna-physics, folks. Look it up. As it happens, the middle finger of my right hand is very close to the ideal length. I can therefore communicate with God, Jesus, The Holy Ghost, Lucifer... et al. with only occasional 'static problems.'
(Time for the News at 1727.)
Much of last week's blog was little more than 'informed speculation' of course. Well informed. Off to the fridge for beer #4 at 1601. Buzzing nicely. Back with beer #4 at 1603. Met Kootch in the hallyay on the return trip. She smiled. I slapped her on the butt. Sip. Why did the Egyptians choose the week-end to entertain the international community with their internal problems? Couldn't they have waited a few more days?
Concerning the 'new blood,' I took the 'day shift' through my 'training day routine' with the loaded .357. The night shift will soon get a similar version. It seems only fair to me that those newbies should be fully aware of the risks of the job. BTW, I also mentioned that 'microwave radiation' damages the eyes, and I requested that they stop it. Clearly they have not complied with my very reasonable request. (But little or no face rad for the last ten minutes or so.) My conscience is now clear... Better slip those kevlar underpants on, boys...
Back with beer #5 at 1632. Damn. The news is so fascinating! Watching CNN and MSNBC intermittently.
BTW, (being gassed now) I got a quickie view of Rahm Emanuel's right hand today as he was waving to his fans in some or other file video during a newscast concerning his eligibility to run for mayor of Chicago. I noticed that the middle finger of his right hand is much shorter than the other fingers (could not contact Blogger...). Apparently he cut part of it off while slicing meat with an electric saw. It occured to me at that time that poor Rahm could never use the Brown Telephone, because the right middle finger acts as the 'antenna finger.' (BT instructions state very clearly that the Brown Telephone must be held in the left hand, and that the middle finger of the right hand must be extended (alone) while 'pointed toward Heaven' (up). The Brown Telephone itself must be held to the left ear with the left hand and otherwise operated as a 'cell phone.' These 'rules' were instituted by Galileo, who invented that device.
What is the problem with a short middle finger? Wavelength: All Brown Telephones operate in a very narrow wavelength range. Middle finger length is therefore fundamental. Longer or shorter middle fingers would fail to radiate the required amount of power for interspiritual communications. Simple radio/antenna-physics, folks. Look it up. As it happens, the middle finger of my right hand is very close to the ideal length. I can therefore communicate with God, Jesus, The Holy Ghost, Lucifer... et al. with only occasional 'static problems.'
(Time for the News at 1727.)
New Blood?
(1)
TGIF! First sip at 1451. Sip. Ahhhh... (tap). After waking up last Saturday afternoon at about 1500 - with a dreadful hangover - I discovered 1.5 leftover beers in the fridge. I poured the half beer down the drain and drank the remaining beer Monday afternoon. So today I'm (nose running from face rad at 1459) starting with the usual dozen NLs. (Sip. Fart. CNN in the background covering the unrest in Egypt.) First sign of a buzz at 1504. I'm 'nerving up' a bit before I dare to re-read last week's posts... Another 'blowjob' at 1506. Face rad continues. Sip. I'm wondering how much 'bribe money' we are paying the Egyptians. Hmm. And last time I looked some years ago we were paying the Israelis three billion a year or so... Lessee... US Foriegn Aid per capita. Interesting that Iraq, Israel, and Egypt occupy the top three spots... Yez.
Halfway through beer #2 at 1526. Time for a reread... no, not yet... this could be traumatic... sip, sip... Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1533. Nasal mucosa throbbing, eyes watering from constant 'face rad.'
Whew. Finished reading last week's posts. Sip. Listening to Mitsuko Uchida. They were pretty much as I remember... but maybe I should substitute 'high' for 'low' in post (3). I should, but I'm too lazy.
Regarding the 'help wanted' sign - I mean the 'for rent' sign - it came down. Nobody moved in that I am aware of, but there have been subtle changes in the stalkers' behavior indicating that Gerash has indeed found some 'new blood.'
TGIF! First sip at 1451. Sip. Ahhhh... (tap). After waking up last Saturday afternoon at about 1500 - with a dreadful hangover - I discovered 1.5 leftover beers in the fridge. I poured the half beer down the drain and drank the remaining beer Monday afternoon. So today I'm (nose running from face rad at 1459) starting with the usual dozen NLs. (Sip. Fart. CNN in the background covering the unrest in Egypt.) First sign of a buzz at 1504. I'm 'nerving up' a bit before I dare to re-read last week's posts... Another 'blowjob' at 1506. Face rad continues. Sip. I'm wondering how much 'bribe money' we are paying the Egyptians. Hmm. And last time I looked some years ago we were paying the Israelis three billion a year or so... Lessee... US Foriegn Aid per capita. Interesting that Iraq, Israel, and Egypt occupy the top three spots... Yez.
Halfway through beer #2 at 1526. Time for a reread... no, not yet... this could be traumatic... sip, sip... Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1533. Nasal mucosa throbbing, eyes watering from constant 'face rad.'
Whew. Finished reading last week's posts. Sip. Listening to Mitsuko Uchida. They were pretty much as I remember... but maybe I should substitute 'high' for 'low' in post (3). I should, but I'm too lazy.
Regarding the 'help wanted' sign - I mean the 'for rent' sign - it came down. Nobody moved in that I am aware of, but there have been subtle changes in the stalkers' behavior indicating that Gerash has indeed found some 'new blood.'
Friday, January 21, 2011
Mozart, Pussy, etc.
(11)
Working on next-to-last beer at 2255. Sip. Heavy face rad (thump) as I write this. Time to wrap this up. Sip. Enjoy Mozart!
I need to wrap this up. Hmm. Pussytime!
Working on next-to-last beer at 2255. Sip. Heavy face rad (thump) as I write this. Time to wrap this up. Sip. Enjoy Mozart!
I need to wrap this up. Hmm. Pussytime!
Contacting Jesus
(10)
Clearly, Jesus had considered the possibility that - since I had not called him before his arrival on the planet Hell - I might have forgot his number. Jesus' 'message' to me was therefore obvious: 'Call me!'
I dialed 123 on the Brown Telephone.
----------
js: About time!
me: Sorry. Been very busy.
js: I understand. You are so very interesting! I missed you...
me: I missed you too. Sorry I missed your arrival in Hell. Was it traumatic?
js: Scary. Very scary.
me: I'll bet!
js: Yup.
me: My readers will absolutely love the news!
js: I know.
----------
Clearly, Jesus had considered the possibility that - since I had not called him before his arrival on the planet Hell - I might have forgot his number. Jesus' 'message' to me was therefore obvious: 'Call me!'
I dialed 123 on the Brown Telephone.
----------
js: About time!
me: Sorry. Been very busy.
js: I understand. You are so very interesting! I missed you...
me: I missed you too. Sorry I missed your arrival in Hell. Was it traumatic?
js: Scary. Very scary.
me: I'll bet!
js: Yup.
me: My readers will absolutely love the news!
js: I know.
----------
I Blog in Technicolor!
(9)
I'm at a 'plateau' boozewise, and loving it at 2028. Sip. I love you. You love me. We're as happy as we can be! We need music: Mozart! I am Mozart. Gerash is Salieri.
I just returned from the LR with another beer. CNN is still reporting that KO is out at MSNBC. Barf. Stupid Jews. Can this have anything to do with the recent merger? I think so.
----------
I need to contact Lucifer on the Brown Telephone. Standby while I dial Lucifer's number...
----------
lu: Hello?
me: Been a while.
lu: Yup. We missed you.
me Sorry. I've been very busy enjoying life.
lu: Goodonya! We all love that about you!
me: Thanks. I'm wondering about Jesus. Any idea when He will arrive in Hell's orbit?
lu: You are waaay behind the times. Jesus arrived on December 25 2010.
me: Oops.
lu: Yup.
me: Sorry about that.
lu: Jesus left a message in case you called.
me: Alright! Jesus and I are buddies!
lu: His message seems to be a bit bizarre.
me: Bizarre?
lu: Jesus gave me a three-digit number with instructions to pass that information on to you.
me: Number?
lu: 123.
me: Aha!
lu: Mean anything to you?
me: Yes. It's a sort of code. Thank you.
lu: You're welcome.
----------
I'm at a 'plateau' boozewise, and loving it at 2028. Sip. I love you. You love me. We're as happy as we can be! We need music: Mozart! I am Mozart. Gerash is Salieri.
I just returned from the LR with another beer. CNN is still reporting that KO is out at MSNBC. Barf. Stupid Jews. Can this have anything to do with the recent merger? I think so.
----------
I need to contact Lucifer on the Brown Telephone. Standby while I dial Lucifer's number...
----------
lu: Hello?
me: Been a while.
lu: Yup. We missed you.
me Sorry. I've been very busy enjoying life.
lu: Goodonya! We all love that about you!
me: Thanks. I'm wondering about Jesus. Any idea when He will arrive in Hell's orbit?
lu: You are waaay behind the times. Jesus arrived on December 25 2010.
me: Oops.
lu: Yup.
me: Sorry about that.
lu: Jesus left a message in case you called.
me: Alright! Jesus and I are buddies!
lu: His message seems to be a bit bizarre.
me: Bizarre?
lu: Jesus gave me a three-digit number with instructions to pass that information on to you.
me: Number?
lu: 123.
me: Aha!
lu: Mean anything to you?
me: Yes. It's a sort of code. Thank you.
lu: You're welcome.
----------
I Love Kieth Olbermann!
(8)
Kieth Olbermann out?! Huh? CNN was reporting that just now (2015) as I went to the fridge for a new beer (unnecessary in fact, and after opening that beer prematurely I was forced to place it in the fridge and work on finishing the current beer). Interesting! MSNBC seems to be going downhill quite rapidly! Whoa! Can Comcast be involved?!
I would strongly recommend to CNN that Kieth Olbermann would be 'glorious find.' Hire Keith Olbermann! We love him!
Kieth Olbermann out?! Huh? CNN was reporting that just now (2015) as I went to the fridge for a new beer (unnecessary in fact, and after opening that beer prematurely I was forced to place it in the fridge and work on finishing the current beer). Interesting! MSNBC seems to be going downhill quite rapidly! Whoa! Can Comcast be involved?!
I would strongly recommend to CNN that Kieth Olbermann would be 'glorious find.' Hire Keith Olbermann! We love him!
Preventing Type One Herpes Infections.
(7)
Kootch has hit the sack. She recently complained (very uncharacteristically) that she was 'cold.' She later informed me that she might be 'Coming down with something.' Hmm... (Being gassed here at 1920 - R lung gas. Nasal tissues also swelling (tap).)
Piers Morgan and George Clooney on CNN at 1923. Sipping on beer #12?! Huh?
This seems to bring us to (heavy Face Rad causing much nasal swelling and mucus flow) the end of tonight's blog. Nope (tap).
I need to favor my 'fellow man' (you dumbasses out there) with a recent 'health study' concerning the prevention of Type One Herpes Infections: Wash your lip and mouth areas after eating! This will prevent nutrients on the skin - leftover from eating - from nourishing that virus lurking in the surface skin cells of your lips and mouth openings. Granted, the 'study' is 'anecdotal' in that I am the sole participant, but I nevertheless have a high degree of confidence in that advice. Prove me wrong if you can...
I just interacted with Kootch when she went into the kitchen for something at 1952. I asked her if she still felt 'sick,' and the very sleepy Kootch replied in the negative. Good news.
Kootch has hit the sack. She recently complained (very uncharacteristically) that she was 'cold.' She later informed me that she might be 'Coming down with something.' Hmm... (Being gassed here at 1920 - R lung gas. Nasal tissues also swelling (tap).)
Piers Morgan and George Clooney on CNN at 1923. Sipping on beer #12?! Huh?
This seems to bring us to (heavy Face Rad causing much nasal swelling and mucus flow) the end of tonight's blog. Nope (tap).
I need to favor my 'fellow man' (you dumbasses out there) with a recent 'health study' concerning the prevention of Type One Herpes Infections: Wash your lip and mouth areas after eating! This will prevent nutrients on the skin - leftover from eating - from nourishing that virus lurking in the surface skin cells of your lips and mouth openings. Granted, the 'study' is 'anecdotal' in that I am the sole participant, but I nevertheless have a high degree of confidence in that advice. Prove me wrong if you can...
I just interacted with Kootch when she went into the kitchen for something at 1952. I asked her if she still felt 'sick,' and the very sleepy Kootch replied in the negative. Good news.
The God Diagnosis: He is a Psychopath.
(6)
I'm writing short posts tonight in order to 'keep it simple' because I am sleep-deprived and drunk. Time now, however, for something more complex: The God Diagnosis. In this scenerio I assume (eheh) the role of 'psychoanalyst to god.' I will disassemble god. That job would ordinarily be difficult for a dumbass drunk like me, but yesterday I discovered that the job had been done already. Yep. God is Imaginary. Really. No shitzki. (Back from the fridge with beer #10. Sip)
I began my analysis with god's 'murderous reputation.' It was always clear to me (from reading the bible) that god loved to kill people for the most trivial offenses. It therefore seemed to me that god had no conscience whatsoever. My preliminary diagnosis was therefore obvious: god was a psychopath. I then made the connection to Gerash who is also a psychopath. Psychopaths worship psychofuckingpaths! Muthafuck! Whoever would have suspected!?
I really like the 'God is Imaginary' website. I don't visit it often because I already know all the dirt on god, but I recommend it to you, my readers. I also recommend 'Proving that the Bible is Repulsive.' I played it yesterday while playing Drench. I didn't need to watch the video. I recommend that my readers listen to the video while playing Drench. Enjoy!
I'm writing short posts tonight in order to 'keep it simple' because I am sleep-deprived and drunk. Time now, however, for something more complex: The God Diagnosis. In this scenerio I assume (eheh) the role of 'psychoanalyst to god.' I will disassemble god. That job would ordinarily be difficult for a dumbass drunk like me, but yesterday I discovered that the job had been done already. Yep. God is Imaginary. Really. No shitzki. (Back from the fridge with beer #10. Sip)
I began my analysis with god's 'murderous reputation.' It was always clear to me (from reading the bible) that god loved to kill people for the most trivial offenses. It therefore seemed to me that god had no conscience whatsoever. My preliminary diagnosis was therefore obvious: god was a psychopath. I then made the connection to Gerash who is also a psychopath. Psychopaths worship psychofuckingpaths! Muthafuck! Whoever would have suspected!?
I really like the 'God is Imaginary' website. I don't visit it often because I already know all the dirt on god, but I recommend it to you, my readers. I also recommend 'Proving that the Bible is Repulsive.' I played it yesterday while playing Drench. I didn't need to watch the video. I recommend that my readers listen to the video while playing Drench. Enjoy!
Bad News for the Jews
(5)
The Jewish Community eventually became so fascinated with Gerash and his obsession with me that they made a movie based on that scenerio: The Truman Show. I shit you not, folks! Really! The Truman Show is based on the relationship which Gerash and his tribal 'friends' established with regard to my life. Gerash is Ed Harris. I am Jim Carrey. (Ed Harris (Christof) was on The View today.) Kootch is (tap) Truman's wife. When I first saw the movie I was stunned by the similarity to my life! True, the movie did not get into 'matters excremental' - that much is true. Butt otherwise I found the movie personally fascinating. I began writing various 'warnings' in my DROG. My favorite was a parody of a scene in the movie, Apocolypse Now, where Robert Duvall in Vietnam says, 'I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. Smells like... victory.' I substituted Gerash, and quoted the dumbass Jewish queer as saying, 'I love the smell of feces in the morning. Smells like litigation.' That warning went unheeded. The stalking continued. Bad news for The Jews.
The Jewish Community eventually became so fascinated with Gerash and his obsession with me that they made a movie based on that scenerio: The Truman Show. I shit you not, folks! Really! The Truman Show is based on the relationship which Gerash and his tribal 'friends' established with regard to my life. Gerash is Ed Harris. I am Jim Carrey. (Ed Harris (Christof) was on The View today.) Kootch is (tap) Truman's wife. When I first saw the movie I was stunned by the similarity to my life! True, the movie did not get into 'matters excremental' - that much is true. Butt otherwise I found the movie personally fascinating. I began writing various 'warnings' in my DROG. My favorite was a parody of a scene in the movie, Apocolypse Now, where Robert Duvall in Vietnam says, 'I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. Smells like... victory.' I substituted Gerash, and quoted the dumbass Jewish queer as saying, 'I love the smell of feces in the morning. Smells like litigation.' That warning went unheeded. The stalking continued. Bad news for The Jews.
For Rent!
(4)
Yasss. I'll be waiting for you with my always-loaded 357... thirsting for your blood... (tap)
After the Juvenile Idiots moved out - after Butthole Buddy moved out - after the Tatooed Lady and her kid(s) moved out... nobody moved in. But 'they' remained, tapping, stomping, thumping, and otherwise (gassing and irradiating) as usual. The stalker Gerash had apparently abandoned the 'fascade' of 'other tenants' besides him and his bodyguard. They continued their usual behavior. Until recently. Then the 'For Rent' sign appeared. It is very typical 'theater.'
Gerash is 'theatrical' because nobody ever suspects 'theater.' Gerash lives the life of a homo(thump)sexual denier! That is to say that Gerash denies his sexual preference. He got married, had children, and otherwise seemed to be a normal hetero. It was all a lie. Gerash lives in a virtual sea of lies! Unfortunately for both me and Gerash, the Dumb Jewish Bastard became obsessed with me, an uncircumcised half-Irish heterosexual. He began stalking me, confident that he could eventually 'win the game.' He was so confident, in fact, that he shared his obsession with some of his tribal/sexual 'friends.' Bad Idea. He lost control as 'others' became interested.
I gradually became aware of the situation over many years. The Jewish community, meanwhile, also became aware - and fascinated. They 'followed me' over the years with Gerash, wondering how it would all end.
Yasss. I'll be waiting for you with my always-loaded 357... thirsting for your blood... (tap)
After the Juvenile Idiots moved out - after Butthole Buddy moved out - after the Tatooed Lady and her kid(s) moved out... nobody moved in. But 'they' remained, tapping, stomping, thumping, and otherwise (gassing and irradiating) as usual. The stalker Gerash had apparently abandoned the 'fascade' of 'other tenants' besides him and his bodyguard. They continued their usual behavior. Until recently. Then the 'For Rent' sign appeared. It is very typical 'theater.'
Gerash is 'theatrical' because nobody ever suspects 'theater.' Gerash lives the life of a homo(thump)sexual denier! That is to say that Gerash denies his sexual preference. He got married, had children, and otherwise seemed to be a normal hetero. It was all a lie. Gerash lives in a virtual sea of lies! Unfortunately for both me and Gerash, the Dumb Jewish Bastard became obsessed with me, an uncircumcised half-Irish heterosexual. He began stalking me, confident that he could eventually 'win the game.' He was so confident, in fact, that he shared his obsession with some of his tribal/sexual 'friends.' Bad Idea. He lost control as 'others' became interested.
I gradually became aware of the situation over many years. The Jewish community, meanwhile, also became aware - and fascinated. They 'followed me' over the years with Gerash, wondering how it would all end.
Drive by and Apply!
(3)
Kootch recently brought something to my attention which might help explain recent changes is stalker behavior: 304 (above) is 'For Rent!' Eheh. Are you the 'stalker type?' Need money? Do you like to torture people? Are you willing to work 12 hour shifts? Are you Jewish? Homosexual? Circumcised? Then I have the job for you! Call 303 -xxx-xxxx and apply. Full disclosure: job requires bulletproof underpants, a delight in privacy invasion, and a very low 'boredom threshold.' Drive by and apply.
Kootch recently brought something to my attention which might help explain recent changes is stalker behavior: 304 (above) is 'For Rent!' Eheh. Are you the 'stalker type?' Need money? Do you like to torture people? Are you willing to work 12 hour shifts? Are you Jewish? Homosexual? Circumcised? Then I have the job for you! Call 303 -xxx-xxxx and apply. Full disclosure: job requires bulletproof underpants, a delight in privacy invasion, and a very low 'boredom threshold.' Drive by and apply.
Housewife on Acid
(2)
I've noticed a significant bias recently against MSNBC, my previously #1 choice for Internet News. This is due to a recent 'format change' which emphasizes Advertisement over Information Content. As a result, the site has become 'slow and clunky' on my computer. (Bad idea, folks!) So I recently rediscovered CNN, ABC, and CBS. Today, while browsing CBS for interesting stuff I stumbled upon this glorious video of a Housewife on Acid! Awesome. This video is much longer than LSD Girl, which I absolutely love, and clearly, both women are on the same wavelength. (Off to the fridge for beer #4) Sip. My favorite part of the 8 minute, 45 second video can be seen at about 5:50 minutes: She explains to the psychiatrist interviewing her (about 3 hours into her trip) that 'If you can't see it (the beauty of the world), I feel sorry for you.' Right!!! (My browser went ape-shit at that point and I had to shut it down.) Sip. Interesting that CBS would come up with that video. Hmmm. 'I can't tell you about it. If you can't see it then you'll never know it.'
Sidney Cohen was the interviewer. He later wrote a book, The Beyond Within: the LSD Story. I read the book.
Off to the fridge for beer #5. I'm feeling drunk and stupid.
I've noticed a significant bias recently against MSNBC, my previously #1 choice for Internet News. This is due to a recent 'format change' which emphasizes Advertisement over Information Content. As a result, the site has become 'slow and clunky' on my computer. (Bad idea, folks!) So I recently rediscovered CNN, ABC, and CBS. Today, while browsing CBS for interesting stuff I stumbled upon this glorious video of a Housewife on Acid! Awesome. This video is much longer than LSD Girl, which I absolutely love, and clearly, both women are on the same wavelength. (Off to the fridge for beer #4) Sip. My favorite part of the 8 minute, 45 second video can be seen at about 5:50 minutes: She explains to the psychiatrist interviewing her (about 3 hours into her trip) that 'If you can't see it (the beauty of the world), I feel sorry for you.' Right!!! (My browser went ape-shit at that point and I had to shut it down.) Sip. Interesting that CBS would come up with that video. Hmmm. 'I can't tell you about it. If you can't see it then you'll never know it.'
Sidney Cohen was the interviewer. He later wrote a book, The Beyond Within: the LSD Story. I read the book.
Off to the fridge for beer #5. I'm feeling drunk and stupid.
TGIF Again.
(1)
TGIF! First sip at 1325. Seventeen beers available, however this will probably be a short session due to sleep deprivation (tap): I went to bed last night at 2230 and got up at 0950. Heavy microwave radiation from above and below limited my actual sleep time to 5 hours max. The rest of the time was spent avoiding as much of it as possible using metal deflector/reflectors and facing away from the heaviest source direction. Oh, and plotting what to blog today. Yasss. Last sip at 1339. Off to the fridge for beer #2, buzzing slightly... make that 'nicely' as I take the first sip at 1342.
Time to reread last week's blog posts... They make much more sense to me now at 1353. Replaying 'Beautiful Dreamer.' Speaking of which, Giffords is recovering beautifully! Amazing. Somebody should give her husband a copy of My Stroke of Insight. Damage in both cases was apparently limited to the left hemisphere and therefore the experiences of recovery might be similar. Last sip of #2 at 1405. Back at 1409 with beer #3.
TGIF! First sip at 1325. Seventeen beers available, however this will probably be a short session due to sleep deprivation (tap): I went to bed last night at 2230 and got up at 0950. Heavy microwave radiation from above and below limited my actual sleep time to 5 hours max. The rest of the time was spent avoiding as much of it as possible using metal deflector/reflectors and facing away from the heaviest source direction. Oh, and plotting what to blog today. Yasss. Last sip at 1339. Off to the fridge for beer #2, buzzing slightly... make that 'nicely' as I take the first sip at 1342.
Time to reread last week's blog posts... They make much more sense to me now at 1353. Replaying 'Beautiful Dreamer.' Speaking of which, Giffords is recovering beautifully! Amazing. Somebody should give her husband a copy of My Stroke of Insight. Damage in both cases was apparently limited to the left hemisphere and therefore the experiences of recovery might be similar. Last sip of #2 at 1405. Back at 1409 with beer #3.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Showertime!
(8)
I just went to the fridge just now for beer number 13. As I walked past her BR door, Kootch entered the PT (behind me) to pee. I stopped, then waited for a few seconds. Then I said, 'I love you so much!' She giggled. Time to wrap this up.
Showertime! Nighty nite!
Beautiful Dreamer... Awake!
(7)
We need music. How 'bout this: Beautiful Dreamer. Awake unto me!
Drugs! Drugs are the pathways which bypass 'ordinary reality.' Drugs create the awareness of The Mystical. Value drugs! Without drugs your lives would be mechanical. Predictable. Ultimately boring.
Time for me to wrap this up. At 2300.
We need music. How 'bout this: Beautiful Dreamer. Awake unto me!
Drugs! Drugs are the pathways which bypass 'ordinary reality.' Drugs create the awareness of The Mystical. Value drugs! Without drugs your lives would be mechanical. Predictable. Ultimately boring.
Time for me to wrap this up. At 2300.
Losing Fear
(6)
Back from the fridge with beer #11! Sip!
Now that I think about it I don't remember where I learned to 'be ready to be surprised.' I do recall that in my 'level 3 state' I would often 'create possible scenerios' of how to react in anticipation of various imagined upcoming events. But then one fine day I dropped that entire behavior. I decided to be ready for whatever: no 'scripts.' Surprise me! That was the day I lost all fear.
Back from the fridge with beer #11! Sip!
Now that I think about it I don't remember where I learned to 'be ready to be surprised.' I do recall that in my 'level 3 state' I would often 'create possible scenerios' of how to react in anticipation of various imagined upcoming events. But then one fine day I dropped that entire behavior. I decided to be ready for whatever: no 'scripts.' Surprise me! That was the day I lost all fear.
Ready to be Surprised
(5)
Sip.
Back with beer #10. Eight beers left. I'm tired of the current subject. Need to work on something more interesting. Rereading (4) below I need to comment (I-mode, Herd mode, Us mode): I was attempting to categorize the basic human 'duties.' There are only two: social and individual. They sometimes seem to conflict. Drug use is an example: The individual has a duty to operate socially. But the individual has a more fundamental duty to operate selfishly. The two often clash. For example, The Society might feel threatened by LSD. But at the same time the individual might feel that LSD will benefit both society and the individual. Clash!
Another example: The society might feel that unregulated economic greed is a threat to society, but the 'Bank Tycoon' might feel that his gain is society's gain.
Thinking about it now, I lose interest in the entire subject.
What do I fear?
Nothing, actually. I live moment-to-moment, ready to be surprised.
Sip.
Back with beer #10. Eight beers left. I'm tired of the current subject. Need to work on something more interesting. Rereading (4) below I need to comment (I-mode, Herd mode, Us mode): I was attempting to categorize the basic human 'duties.' There are only two: social and individual. They sometimes seem to conflict. Drug use is an example: The individual has a duty to operate socially. But the individual has a more fundamental duty to operate selfishly. The two often clash. For example, The Society might feel threatened by LSD. But at the same time the individual might feel that LSD will benefit both society and the individual. Clash!
Another example: The society might feel that unregulated economic greed is a threat to society, but the 'Bank Tycoon' might feel that his gain is society's gain.
Thinking about it now, I lose interest in the entire subject.
What do I fear?
Nothing, actually. I live moment-to-moment, ready to be surprised.
I Have no Fear
(4)
Continuing with the 'Stream 0f consciousness theme' might be productive in this extremely complex situation, so I will do so at least for a while... 2011, interesting discussion on CNN.. would love to watch but I have a blog to write... back with a new beer...
Gerash wants to be interviewed (tap) on national media. The Today Show. I would never do it. I'm way too bashful. You will never see me on national media. Forget it. This is as close as you will ever get to me. Hmm... (thump)
----------
Ok, enough of that. I've noticed significant changes in the behavior of my 'neighbors' recently. They avoid me, especially those above and below me. I have not been able to get any photographs. I have not been able to get any license plate numbers. They work for Gerash. He must be getting uneasy given my blog postings (thump). He fears that the ACSD might become involved. He fears that the local Jew-dominated criminal justice system might turn against him... stop ignoring him...
He lives in fear. I have no fear.
Continuing with the 'Stream 0f consciousness theme' might be productive in this extremely complex situation, so I will do so at least for a while... 2011, interesting discussion on CNN.. would love to watch but I have a blog to write... back with a new beer...
Gerash wants to be interviewed (tap) on national media. The Today Show. I would never do it. I'm way too bashful. You will never see me on national media. Forget it. This is as close as you will ever get to me. Hmm... (thump)
----------
Ok, enough of that. I've noticed significant changes in the behavior of my 'neighbors' recently. They avoid me, especially those above and below me. I have not been able to get any photographs. I have not been able to get any license plate numbers. They work for Gerash. He must be getting uneasy given my blog postings (thump). He fears that the ACSD might become involved. He fears that the local Jew-dominated criminal justice system might turn against him... stop ignoring him...
He lives in fear. I have no fear.
Stream of Consciousness
(3)
Working on beer #6 as I investigate 'mental illness...' Aha: Mental (tap) Disorder (tap). Yas...
As you already know, I live in a world full of Idiots. I also live in a world full of psychotic-sons-of- bitches. Really. Between the idiots and the psychotics are the deluded, categories which all overlap considerably. The category of the deluded is the largest category. And there are other categories. When Kootch 'disregarded' or 'belittled' my explanation of her nose dripping it was a mild example of 'dissociation.' It was her way of 'denying' (wall bang above) something which was too painful to contemplate. I understand. I therefore don't 'press the issue' with her. Poor Kootch.
Concerning the stalker Gerash, I am not so predisposed to be 'gentle.' Gerash is a 'piece of Jewish dogshit.' That characterization is, of course, 'emotional.' There is no such psychiatric category. I use it only for the purpose of 'getting your attention.' Gerash is a 'Stalker.' And I should mention at this point that the various 'psychiatric categories' into which various people seem to 'fit' are merely 'guidelines.' Various 'categories' overlap and blend into each other. The 'psychiatric categories' are guides only. People's brains are much more complex that categories.
In addition to being a 'stalker,' Gerash is a psychopath. He is also Delusional. Gerash also exhibits the emotional disorder, Obsessive Love. This implies homosexuality of course (not a psychiatric category), but 'hate' goes with it. In other words, Walter Gerash is a Jewish queer who 'loves/hates' me. Gerash 'hovers over me' like god, 'communicating' with me via stomps, taps, wall-bangs, gas, and microwave radiation. Gerash suffers from 'ego-dystonic sexual orientation.'
It all began with 'hangup' phone calls back in the '70s.
Gerash apparently first 'targeted me' back in about 1967 after I arrived in Denver.
I first met Gerash (tap) in late 1975. He had already been stalking me for years. By that time I had become his hobby. His 'life's work.' I remain, to this day, his 'life's work.'
Gerash wants to punish me because he sees his attraction/obsession as indicating his repressed homosexuality. Gerash is a Jew. He knows how to convince other Jews to assist him in his obsession. 'God hates faggots.' Gerash believes that based on his reading of The Bible. Gerash wants god to love him. Gerash therefore attacks me, hoping that god will notice his efforts against me and overlook his homosexuality. Gerash believes in god. I don't. In fact, I ridicule Gerash's dumb-ass god (tap) in my blog from time to time. (Interestingly, this seems to have become a sort of 'stream of consciousness' post. I like it!
Working on beer #6 as I investigate 'mental illness...' Aha: Mental (tap) Disorder (tap). Yas...
As you already know, I live in a world full of Idiots. I also live in a world full of psychotic-sons-of- bitches. Really. Between the idiots and the psychotics are the deluded, categories which all overlap considerably. The category of the deluded is the largest category. And there are other categories. When Kootch 'disregarded' or 'belittled' my explanation of her nose dripping it was a mild example of 'dissociation.' It was her way of 'denying' (wall bang above) something which was too painful to contemplate. I understand. I therefore don't 'press the issue' with her. Poor Kootch.
Concerning the stalker Gerash, I am not so predisposed to be 'gentle.' Gerash is a 'piece of Jewish dogshit.' That characterization is, of course, 'emotional.' There is no such psychiatric category. I use it only for the purpose of 'getting your attention.' Gerash is a 'Stalker.' And I should mention at this point that the various 'psychiatric categories' into which various people seem to 'fit' are merely 'guidelines.' Various 'categories' overlap and blend into each other. The 'psychiatric categories' are guides only. People's brains are much more complex that categories.
In addition to being a 'stalker,' Gerash is a psychopath. He is also Delusional. Gerash also exhibits the emotional disorder, Obsessive Love. This implies homosexuality of course (not a psychiatric category), but 'hate' goes with it. In other words, Walter Gerash is a Jewish queer who 'loves/hates' me. Gerash 'hovers over me' like god, 'communicating' with me via stomps, taps, wall-bangs, gas, and microwave radiation. Gerash suffers from 'ego-dystonic sexual orientation.'
It all began with 'hangup' phone calls back in the '70s.
Gerash apparently first 'targeted me' back in about 1967 after I arrived in Denver.
I first met Gerash (tap) in late 1975. He had already been stalking me for years. By that time I had become his hobby. His 'life's work.' I remain, to this day, his 'life's work.'
Gerash wants to punish me because he sees his attraction/obsession as indicating his repressed homosexuality. Gerash is a Jew. He knows how to convince other Jews to assist him in his obsession. 'God hates faggots.' Gerash believes that based on his reading of The Bible. Gerash wants god to love him. Gerash therefore attacks me, hoping that god will notice his efforts against me and overlook his homosexuality. Gerash believes in god. I don't. In fact, I ridicule Gerash's dumb-ass god (tap) in my blog from time to time. (Interestingly, this seems to have become a sort of 'stream of consciousness' post. I like it!
Psycho Talk
(2)
Just finished a quick re-read of the most recent posts at 1635. 'Commotion' in the LR just now... Pat Buchannan and another dude are arguing about Sarah Palin's reference to 'blood libel' in her recent video. I agree with Pat's opponent: the woman is a ditz, and definitely not presidential material. (Apparently many 'politicians' are still unaware that Jews control both media and politics!) Off to the fridge for beer #4 at 1643. I'm falling behind... Speaking of 'politics,' I like Mark Udall! He recently proposed that instead of congress sitting on opposite sides of the room during the State of the Union address, they should all 'mix it up' to show that, although they might be of different political persuations, they were above all, Americans. It would be 'political theater' but I like the idea.
And the big news this week has been 'The Tragedy in Tucson.' (1704 and 'face rad' seems to have stopped (tap) or decreased.)
After watching it all on TV and doing a little research on the web, it's very clear that the killer was a schizo. (1717: Extreme 'nose rad' attack: much sneezing, eyes watering -> LR) (Just finished beer #4 at 1727. I'm off to the LR for The News... Back at 1759. Just a reading of his 'quotes' was enough for a layperson like me to diagnose him. Beer #6 at 1813. Sip.
Just finished a quick re-read of the most recent posts at 1635. 'Commotion' in the LR just now... Pat Buchannan and another dude are arguing about Sarah Palin's reference to 'blood libel' in her recent video. I agree with Pat's opponent: the woman is a ditz, and definitely not presidential material. (Apparently many 'politicians' are still unaware that Jews control both media and politics!) Off to the fridge for beer #4 at 1643. I'm falling behind... Speaking of 'politics,' I like Mark Udall! He recently proposed that instead of congress sitting on opposite sides of the room during the State of the Union address, they should all 'mix it up' to show that, although they might be of different political persuations, they were above all, Americans. It would be 'political theater' but I like the idea.
And the big news this week has been 'The Tragedy in Tucson.' (1704 and 'face rad' seems to have stopped (tap) or decreased.)
After watching it all on TV and doing a little research on the web, it's very clear that the killer was a schizo. (1717: Extreme 'nose rad' attack: much sneezing, eyes watering -> LR) (Just finished beer #4 at 1727. I'm off to the LR for The News... Back at 1759. Just a reading of his 'quotes' was enough for a layperson like me to diagnose him. Beer #6 at 1813. Sip.
Back on my Winter Schedule
(1)
First beer begins at 1535. Sip. I'm back on my Winter schedule. TGIF! I just returned from KSW (tap) with a 12 pack of Natural Light, bringing my current beer stash to 18. That should be enough. Ya think? While at the store I 'interacted' with (face rad and gas is making it necessary to clear mucus and cough) a two-year-old (approximately) who was sitting in his mother's shopping cart as the mother did a 'self-checkout.' He was staring at me, so I smiled and waved hello. He appeared not to notice and began looking around apparently aimlessly. Not so! after about 30 (tap) seconds he turned back to me and motioned in the direction of a person who was about to leave with hir groceries. I thanked the little prodigy and checked myself out. I was amazed that he was so aware of what was going on around him. Last sip at 1551. Beginning beer #2 at 1555. Now that I think about it I am also amazed by his 'social gesture of assistance.' Kids are more aware than we think!
Back home after I unloaded the groceries I noticed Kootch had a runny nose. 'How long has this been going on?' said I. 'Two years' was her reply. I explained that the runny nose was probably due to microwave radiation which 'heats and irritates the nasal mucosa and also causes cararacts.' She replied with something 'dismissive.' Very typical of Kootch: in one ear and out the other. What is the psychological term for that?
('Face Rad' continues at 1605, nasal tissues swelling and throbbing.)
I began game #37 of my current C-III series this week. I've wrested the 'continent' from both the Persians and the Barfalonians. They are both confined to a nearby island. I'm preparing to eliminate them both.
Off to the fridge for beer #3... my 20 minute buzzer went off while I was in the kitchen. Looks like one beer requires about 20 minutes. Lessee... three beers per hour... 18 beers... Six hours?! I ought to be totally plastered by 9:30!? We shall see...
First beer begins at 1535. Sip. I'm back on my Winter schedule. TGIF! I just returned from KSW (tap) with a 12 pack of Natural Light, bringing my current beer stash to 18. That should be enough. Ya think? While at the store I 'interacted' with (face rad and gas is making it necessary to clear mucus and cough) a two-year-old (approximately) who was sitting in his mother's shopping cart as the mother did a 'self-checkout.' He was staring at me, so I smiled and waved hello. He appeared not to notice and began looking around apparently aimlessly. Not so! after about 30 (tap) seconds he turned back to me and motioned in the direction of a person who was about to leave with hir groceries. I thanked the little prodigy and checked myself out. I was amazed that he was so aware of what was going on around him. Last sip at 1551. Beginning beer #2 at 1555. Now that I think about it I am also amazed by his 'social gesture of assistance.' Kids are more aware than we think!
Back home after I unloaded the groceries I noticed Kootch had a runny nose. 'How long has this been going on?' said I. 'Two years' was her reply. I explained that the runny nose was probably due to microwave radiation which 'heats and irritates the nasal mucosa and also causes cararacts.' She replied with something 'dismissive.' Very typical of Kootch: in one ear and out the other. What is the psychological term for that?
('Face Rad' continues at 1605, nasal tissues swelling and throbbing.)
I began game #37 of my current C-III series this week. I've wrested the 'continent' from both the Persians and the Barfalonians. They are both confined to a nearby island. I'm preparing to eliminate them both.
Off to the fridge for beer #3... my 20 minute buzzer went off while I was in the kitchen. Looks like one beer requires about 20 minutes. Lessee... three beers per hour... 18 beers... Six hours?! I ought to be totally plastered by 9:30!? We shall see...
Friday, January 07, 2011
Tonight's Pussy
(4)
Neither mode seems to fit. We need a new mode: Us Mode. (Buzzing my fucking brains out. I just returned from the fridge with beer #8. Six beers left. Guess I'll save them for next week.) Ok. So we have three general modes: 'I Mode,' 'Herd Mode,' and 'Us Mode.' So what?
Beats the hell outa me at the moment. Sip. This is gonna be a very short night for me indeed.
Hmm... What about this:
I Mode vs Herd Mode
(3)
Sipping on beer #6 after watching the news. Buzz declining. Possibly I've not been drinking fast enough. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack. I'm wondering at the moment about how to test the possible 'synergies' between Salvia and Marijuana. There must be some... And what about Salvia and booze? All three?! There is room for exploration here, it seems to me.
This attitude will bother those folks who live rigorously in what I call, 'economic mode.' 'Societal mode' would be another way of putting it. Or 'herd mode.' (Kieth Olberman is wearing a black sweater - no tie. Scary...) But there is also 'personal mode' or 'individual mode' which is the antithesis to 'herd mode.' We all live simultaneously in both general modes. (Hmm. I'm pretty drunk after all...) I live mostly in 'personal mode.' Sip. Beginning beer #7. That is to say that I have pretty much rejected societal values concerning how I should think. I think freely. I behave (tap) in both personal and societal modes. Both are important. Socially, I tend to be respectful of The Other, but I lose that respect when The Other attacks me. (Hmm. This seems to be degenerating into a self-analysis scenerio. Barf. Is this the best I can do?! Maybe I need to call Jesus...)
Aha! 'I mode' versus 'herd mode!' They often conflict. Ok. Now I have the descriptive terms I need. Doing 'entheogenic drugs' is a decision to act in 'I mode.' Hmm...
But suppose I have lots of money and decide to give some of it away? Which mode was that?
Sipping on beer #6 after watching the news. Buzz declining. Possibly I've not been drinking fast enough. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack. I'm wondering at the moment about how to test the possible 'synergies' between Salvia and Marijuana. There must be some... And what about Salvia and booze? All three?! There is room for exploration here, it seems to me.
This attitude will bother those folks who live rigorously in what I call, 'economic mode.' 'Societal mode' would be another way of putting it. Or 'herd mode.' (Kieth Olberman is wearing a black sweater - no tie. Scary...) But there is also 'personal mode' or 'individual mode' which is the antithesis to 'herd mode.' We all live simultaneously in both general modes. (Hmm. I'm pretty drunk after all...) I live mostly in 'personal mode.' Sip. Beginning beer #7. That is to say that I have pretty much rejected societal values concerning how I should think. I think freely. I behave (tap) in both personal and societal modes. Both are important. Socially, I tend to be respectful of The Other, but I lose that respect when The Other attacks me. (Hmm. This seems to be degenerating into a self-analysis scenerio. Barf. Is this the best I can do?! Maybe I need to call Jesus...)
Aha! 'I mode' versus 'herd mode!' They often conflict. Ok. Now I have the descriptive terms I need. Doing 'entheogenic drugs' is a decision to act in 'I mode.' Hmm...
But suppose I have lots of money and decide to give some of it away? Which mode was that?
Tonight's Link Dump
(2)
Time for a 'rink dump' as I begin beer #5.
----------
Billboards Get Snippy about Circumcision. Wow! Money well spent! (God won't like it, of course, but fuck 'im.)
----------
Speaking of god, the end is (tap) near according to Marie Exley who claims that Jesus is just around the corner and will arrive on May 21, 2011. But don't party. Huh?!
----------
Miley Cyrus does Salvia Divinorum, a short acting hallucinogen. Never tried it. Here is the best info. Enjoy.
----------
Time for a 'rink dump' as I begin beer #5.
----------
Billboards Get Snippy about Circumcision. Wow! Money well spent! (God won't like it, of course, but fuck 'im.)
----------
Speaking of god, the end is (tap) near according to Marie Exley who claims that Jesus is just around the corner and will arrive on May 21, 2011. But don't party. Huh?!
----------
Miley Cyrus does Salvia Divinorum, a short acting hallucinogen. Never tried it. Here is the best info. Enjoy.
----------
The First Four Beers
(1)
Beginning beer #2 (of 14) at 1510. Kootch and I just finished today's Millionaire. Sip. Very slight buzz. Beginning beer #3 at 1536 after rereading recent posts. Buzzing appropriately, thank god. New Year's Eve was a slow motion disaster, buzz-wise. Sip. I just played LSD Girl again several times. My favorite You Tube video! Her hand motion at the beginning is probably part of a description of what she sees with her eyes closed: a flowing river of color. This 'entoptical' phenomenon is often 'modulated' by ambient sounds in a process called 'synthesia.' The tripper is 'seeing sounds' as the auditory part of the brain 'communicates' with the visual part, a process which is normally inhibited. Beethoven was beautiful both aurally and visually!
Back from the fridge with beer #4. Channel 7 has a Medical Marijuana story. (Noseblow to clear mucus - yep they are still zapping me. Now they are gassing me: R lung gas.) Something about 'growing locations' which should have been kept secret. Really, anybody can grow marijuana. All you need is seeds, potting soil, and ordinary fluorescent lights. Water helps, of course, but don't overwater. Smoke the dried crushed leaves in a hot water bong. Marijuana is amazingly synergistic with both LSD and booze, often producing 'the mystical experience.'
Beginning beer #2 (of 14) at 1510. Kootch and I just finished today's Millionaire. Sip. Very slight buzz. Beginning beer #3 at 1536 after rereading recent posts. Buzzing appropriately, thank god. New Year's Eve was a slow motion disaster, buzz-wise. Sip. I just played LSD Girl again several times. My favorite You Tube video! Her hand motion at the beginning is probably part of a description of what she sees with her eyes closed: a flowing river of color. This 'entoptical' phenomenon is often 'modulated' by ambient sounds in a process called 'synthesia.' The tripper is 'seeing sounds' as the auditory part of the brain 'communicates' with the visual part, a process which is normally inhibited. Beethoven was beautiful both aurally and visually!
Back from the fridge with beer #4. Channel 7 has a Medical Marijuana story. (Noseblow to clear mucus - yep they are still zapping me. Now they are gassing me: R lung gas.) Something about 'growing locations' which should have been kept secret. Really, anybody can grow marijuana. All you need is seeds, potting soil, and ordinary fluorescent lights. Water helps, of course, but don't overwater. Smoke the dried crushed leaves in a hot water bong. Marijuana is amazingly synergistic with both LSD and booze, often producing 'the mystical experience.'
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Work on it. Enjoy The Work. It is Such Fun!
(4)
I have experienced the fifth state of consciousness only very rarely: on my LSD trips. I therefore highly recommend LSD.
Do you - have you achieved to the fourth state of consciousness? Does your brain have a permanent 'supervisory capability?' Probably not. You probably live in a state of permanent 'identification.' Here is how you can test whether you live your life in lever 3 or in level 4:
----------
Go shopping. Shopping is extremely 'brain-intensive' because it involves money, a fundamental survival component. Begin at the supermarket. Promise yourself that you will observe every moment of that trip to the supermarket: you will continuously 'self-remember.' Drive to the supermarket remembering the mantra, 'I am alive' as you drive. Did you self-remember every single foot of that little journey? Congratulations if you did. (One fucking AM! Sip.) Now, do your shopping. Remember the mantra, 'I am alive' as you navigate all those aisles. Did you forget your 'aliveness' at any point? Then welcome to the club: dual awareness is a difficult task requiring actual 'brain rewiring.' That task will take a very long time and much practice. You will be shocked many, many times as you suddenly 'wake up' from your normal state of 'identification' to realize that you 'forgot that you were alive!' (0111 and I'm still working on beer number ten.) Work on it. Enjoy The Work. It is such fun!
I still remember my shock every time I 'woke up' to remember that I had lost that special state of awareness. I was actually shocked to realize that I was so 'identified' that I forgot I was alive! Years went by. I invented my personal 'reminder' in the form of women's underpants: It was impossible for me to forget that I was wearing women's underpants. I associated the two concepts such that they became inseperable. I always wore women's underpants. I was therefore 'always alive.' My 'shocks' became less and less frequent over the years until one fine day it dawned on me that there were no more shocks: I lived permanently in the fourth level of awareness.
Nighty-night!
I have experienced the fifth state of consciousness only very rarely: on my LSD trips. I therefore highly recommend LSD.
Do you - have you achieved to the fourth state of consciousness? Does your brain have a permanent 'supervisory capability?' Probably not. You probably live in a state of permanent 'identification.' Here is how you can test whether you live your life in lever 3 or in level 4:
----------
Go shopping. Shopping is extremely 'brain-intensive' because it involves money, a fundamental survival component. Begin at the supermarket. Promise yourself that you will observe every moment of that trip to the supermarket: you will continuously 'self-remember.' Drive to the supermarket remembering the mantra, 'I am alive' as you drive. Did you self-remember every single foot of that little journey? Congratulations if you did. (One fucking AM! Sip.) Now, do your shopping. Remember the mantra, 'I am alive' as you navigate all those aisles. Did you forget your 'aliveness' at any point? Then welcome to the club: dual awareness is a difficult task requiring actual 'brain rewiring.' That task will take a very long time and much practice. You will be shocked many, many times as you suddenly 'wake up' from your normal state of 'identification' to realize that you 'forgot that you were alive!' (0111 and I'm still working on beer number ten.) Work on it. Enjoy The Work. It is such fun!
I still remember my shock every time I 'woke up' to remember that I had lost that special state of awareness. I was actually shocked to realize that I was so 'identified' that I forgot I was alive! Years went by. I invented my personal 'reminder' in the form of women's underpants: It was impossible for me to forget that I was wearing women's underpants. I associated the two concepts such that they became inseperable. I always wore women's underpants. I was therefore 'always alive.' My 'shocks' became less and less frequent over the years until one fine day it dawned on me that there were no more shocks: I lived permanently in the fourth level of awareness.
Nighty-night!
