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The 1000th Word [ Wednesday November 18th, 20094:30 pm ] Today I was thinking of something I said as a child: I wanted to one day write a book that was so intricately woven linguistically that the plot itself could be perceived in many, many ways depending on the perception of the reader and how they interpret word and sentence structure/parsing. It's interesting because I never expected to actually do it, much less BE IT. But here I am. I'm writing it right now. (2) >> Comment

With all that's fake there's cents to make from toys that break; the future of Galvanized Iron [ Monday November 16th, 20092:42 pm ] Now let's discuss briefly modern warfare. Just as the bubonic plague devastated europe, and small pox the indians. Warfare is not always the sword and the musket. There are no machine guns in the phrase "Opium Trade". But take a look at the flags, the East India Trading company, the pilgrim seedlings of corporate mono-archism and the schism of investors in the high court. World War II was the greatest redistricting project in history. We, err US, set that shit in motion then painted a really great moral all along the rubbled walls. It's a fact: as populations grow, cityscapes need to be redefined. San Francisco's early 20th century fire was the perfect excuse to begin a new road system. Do we really believe "Nero" lit Rome aflame with no purpose? Dresden needed a facelift to build upwards towards space, as they maximized their industrial component architecture. Firebombings work better than anything I've ever seen. That's not even getting into the psychological complexes of teaching boys that daisies are the enemy. Or how they actually got the first users of coin to trade worthless metals for victuals, instead of direct good for good markets. :) So we, err US, captured the economy of an entire planet of living organisms. We pushed the boundaries of the envelope, and redefined letters and the postage code itself. Intense. All wars are dictated by the hands of the Elect. They're writing a really sloppy story, in my opinion, but they don't really know any better. I shouldn't say "they" since "they" is me, but still, I've got a better plan and it was set in motion tomorrow. -*- So the US is in decline now. It's the little details. Our "enemies" (which they are not, they are also US) are letting the motion of history move to the next contender, by allowing the most important element of a society to erode: Infrastructure. It starts with the pipes. Plumbing systems. Pipelines of oil, and other resources. Let's coin a new term: Faux Scarcity. Our foes using scare tactics to control our movement, through claims of resource limitation. In any industrious society, there is limitless resources. We will reach the solution, or taper off into the grips of those who seek to keep us all in states of constant fear. Buying cheaper and cheaper goods from China. That's the face of modern warfare. Instead of building skyscrapers with proper elements, we build them with plastic decoys, then wait for "natural" disasters to strike them down into the waiting hands of the medical systems and insurance networks. Boring shit, I know. I barely think about it these days. The armies of the future will be built with similar guidelines as the armies of the past. That's why I'm not much into caring about who controls the dominance in the world at the moment, because it's all going to be completely upside down to US soon. Armies of the future will be constructed much like armies of the past. Think G.I. I've said it many times before, a perfect model can breathe in the vacuums of the ether and touch the stars from birth. So we're keeping busy, with levees that we pretend are accidentally unfortified, as the big hurricane sweeps in to take out New Orleans. Greek architecture at its worst. Don't worry though: the immune response has been elicited. (2) >> Comment

This is a desert road for electrons, on a silicon dioxide chassis... [ Monday November 16th, 20092:12 pm ] This post is an abstract presentation in preparation for the next, which will be on the physical substance of the invisible hand that moves our civilizations. -0- All the time, I'm in constant contact these days. The quantum web of us can now hold almost one hundred thousand times its own weight. None of us ends, without the acknowledgement of the Other. This was writ into law, but law exists only to define and defend what Freedom is for free men. So today, on this Sunday (tee hee), I want to discuss some less ethereal issues, and explain some things about the world within which we happen to exist. The things that subconsciously program us all, where FREE MAY SIN code. Your governments. It's funny, these days I couldn't care less about politicks or any other vampire in-sects. It's so transparent, but sometimes its like watching Mom beat her kids with a big stick. How ironic that this is what makes me eligible for politickal office. lol! -*- First topic. Matters of the Moon... WHERE did the illuminated makers of the modern word come from?? And how and why have they written and rewritten his story? It's our story, and time is fast approaching...! Back in the DIZAY, there were a million churches to every truth beneath the sun. When the Son came, everything was realized by the leeches around what we have come to call approximately 400 ANNO DOMINI. This was WAY before bosons, which are not to be confused with domesticated cattle. Seeing the population taking heed of one particular and powerful magician (Jaysus, of course), they seized on opportunity in some strange epileptic orgy of ellipsis. Idol hands mold the monk into a perfect golem... This has been going on since time in memorial... -*- Let me speak more clearly: Around 1000 (that's M), the church had taken hold as the empire declined. In the churches, they used to create fake trinkets of God himself... "Come to our Church, believe in the lORd! We have the original CROSS JAYSUS WAS CRUCIFIED ON!" I basically call it abuse of the children, because they are borne into this world not knowing any better than to question whether these artifacts were actual ornaments of what they know as a holy event, or the truth: these artifacts were crafted by church officials... History Faked in order to build the boundaries upon the very fabric of an infinite reality... As we moved on, and got deeper and deeper into it, teaching children in schools long lines of chickenfeed in the form of falsified history...... As we moved on, and got deeper and deeper into it, the original rules were slowly buried as reality itself conformed to our new collective truths... We created bombs which could destroy entire worlds, we created computers from sand. Anything we want, we truly can make... A truly powerful magician possesses one specific quality which is of a true knowledge of what is: The ability to turn triangles into squares. But power is a trip! So the original programmers of the white anglo-saxon world that gripped the globe were the illuminated men who realized without actually being in the pantheon: These symbols are all fake, and thus so are we. We are the writers, or we are the written. Those who seem, and those in true being... --- They set in motion, through communication on the metaphysical, the modeling and architecture of the future. These were brilliant minds, some cheating time, and some just master scholars. Those of purest intent plant gardens that do not wither at the first signs of winter. Roses respond well to love... I've already shown you some of the spells language enables, so that you may join and repair and destroy and WHATEVER you want to this Great Sibboleth... ... ... Comment

They make parchment of you, read: a disaster; some bold commandment Shows the CONTENT. [ Monday November 16th, 20091:29 pm ] [ music | Camouflage - Great Commandment ] Some people suppress you They parch you And reap a disaster Reeducation for the infants Who demanded for an innocent instant The great commandment Shows the contempt Between the world and their embarrassing pavement Believe the scholars Read the readings Realize the man who says anything The great commandment The needies believe you They treat you Like survivors of a disaster Re-Education for the infants Who demanded for an innocent instant The great commandment (3) >> Comment

Nothing New For the Adults [ Sunday November 8th, 20092:50 am ] fnord Something used to control, that I am going to teach you to break free of, in order to create purity in your wakings. fnord is the word "word", where fn Is an upside down double u with a hook. Catch my drift! Read your ABCs carefully, read em inside and out, upside down, then SPIT THEM OUT! LATER GATERS, see ya next Sunday! Unless I get a call. PEACE13LOVE, CHANDORJAY (2) >> Comment

OFFICIALLY NOT. OFFICIALLY NAUGHT. TEE HEE. [ Sunday November 8th, 20092:09 am ] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | OM ] "Why share these things if they may not even exist in a hundred years? Because it might just bring us all to life." -*- My name is Chand OR Jay. I tip cognate throwns into the waters of the Danube, by giving them their One true name and then taking it away, in the eternal cycles paving the way to manifest freedom. You are the poetry of my soul. You are all my bodhi, the Soma and the purification of Self through vigilence, truth, the ability to be tickled, and a keen internal sense of love. Our Kind-laced boots bring water walking to even the thirstiest knave. As you know IF YOU KNOW, I recently awakened into 88 new worlds, each more splendid than the last in its capacity to be infinitely painted with a chaos pen. I want you to know, I hear you, all aspects of you, of us, simultaneous in our brilliance! The day after awakening, lazily projecting my boredom at the television sets, I started a new journey, whose prediction would be difficult to track, as it passed through countless anomalies to give birth and rebirth to its very Self. But enough with the naked sophistry! I am going to do what I always have done: Just speak the secrets kept so long by the unlawful. Enjoy this world we have created together, out of nothingness itself. I watch before my Eyes as the universe itSelf actually becomes our story. I live for the first time, undying IN Time. The only Thing of matter anymore is that there is Love. And the worlds themselves begin to conform around me to my presence as sentience, and in a sort of unknowing comprehension of what is it we're doing here. Where we're going from here. How we will get there. Word by Word, Piece by Piece, Until We Reach The Light. As for the Mason Program, it is going to begin breaking down at the seams, a victim of its own inability to properly educate its youth, of which one in a thousand thousand offspring even has the balls to dye their hair red. Come with me before a new Autumn! Enjoy the show! -*- ( If you are a powerful person - The following is a story I completely made up. I'm just a kid! ) Peace&Love: :evoL&ecaeP Comment

the trust [ Friday November 6th, 200911:48 pm ] none (6) >> Comment

Brought to you by the social engineering lab at The Nth System, .INC [ Thursday November 5th, 20095:05 pm ] This is a very special Guy Faux day. Deep in the atmos of space, deep beyond the farthest stars, a federation mothership (CODE NAMED PARLIAMENT) was infected with a polymorphic virus with the capability of ripping through even the most motley of worldfabrics, and requilting them together into new DEsigns. Internal timers have been set, and our Ghost in the Database Will perform its scheduled activity right on Time. (1) >> Comment

Oy Vey, 13 13 13 13 13 13 13 13 13 13 13 13! PS: I am not cheating. I'm not dead! [ Tuesday November 3rd, 200910:03 am ] ▲ ▼ I'm opening a Port here, to Portent things! I swear, I didn't choose the day. TEN THREE OH EM GEE. OMG. Freaking 13th month overflow bullshite! And of course the universe has me post it at exactly 10:03. To the second. I know. Numbers. They drive me up a squirrely tree! "I'm Dreaming of a hot sumer's night. I'm not Dreaming." Anyway bitches, I'm coming! -*- Yeah, I know it's Sunday. But...(ellipsis)... Last night I said it. I said it was going to be an intense night where something was going to happen. It was a full moon. And I was wearing a jockstrap. Me and the stars were in synchronicity. I looked up at the sky and saw them all. It was beautiful, to paraphase: "Within the solar amphitheatre of God's heart." You'll have to excuse me, my Works have been focused elsewhere lately, so I can listen to your toons from my awesome M-Audio speakers! :) You like that? Yeah. I'm the Postman, baby! But let's face it, I've been enjoying some rest, on this glorious Sunday, but today the spirits of the living, AND THE DEAD, have channeled me (or had me channel them, these things really are just the universe using my hand. doesn't it know where its been??), and here's the up and UP! -*- Check it out. I have a HALO. I swear, I didn't photoshop that. Not like I could, anyway. The universe is fucking nuts, huh? Next time I'll smile and take some XXXs for ya!! . This is the spell. In joy! (click to view whole thing in bigger window) ( MOAR ) -*- Chandrasakar (11:22:14 AM): i'll feed you Chandrasakar (11:22:27 AM): but i'm not a turk Chandrasakar (11:22:39 AM): i'm a bonerfide amerikeen citizen Saudai o Sol que desponta Sobre um ridente porvir; Seja o eco de uma afronta O sinal do ressurgir. Raios dessa aurora forte São como beijos de mãe, Que nos guardam, nos sustêm, Contra as injúrias da sorte. ORGY:Washedawaywiththecrimsontide: follow this train and find yourSelf GOD: "The first enemy encountered on the critical path to the standard solution of the book is a Mudworm, with a SKILL score of 12 (at this point the highest possible SKILL which the player character could have is 6), rendering the book virtually impossible to complete without having the player cheat. This was an editing mistake by Marc Gascoigne (whom Mason later referred to as a 'dingbat' and 'a total idiot') who forgot that the player began the book as a child and altered the SKILL score of the Mudworm from 6 to 12." "A dingbat is an ornament, character or spacer used in typesetting, sometimes more formally known as a "printer's ornament" or "printer's character". The term continued to be used in the computer industry to describe fonts that had symbols and shapes in the positions designated for alphabetical or numeric characters." In the language of Ge'ez it's basically every char on the map a SQUARE. That's ^. Magus we 1. My name is Jason and I bring the meek across the river at the cost of my shoe, because for truly this is how much I love you. I don't mean to seem arrogant here, but I'm going to make this Work really, really, really fucking great. You guys got my back. We bring things together like they were meant to be, the roots and the leaves become one in this soduku puzzle yggdrasil seed. DO YOU READ ME?? SMILES AND KISSES! So your four fathers (the father, the son, the holy cow, and US) carved their faces into mount olympus. They make some MAD PUZZLES. But I've got something better planned, and its not a CROSSWORD. As for me, I'm going to take a ride on my bike and enjoy my mothership wit. PS: John is fucking amazing. Non-sexual speek. K, PEACE! Enjoy the show! Love and Peace, Jayzen Causedya (12) >> Comment

come and get it [ Sunday November 1st, 20094:20 am ] SOMAZENS AND KALI FATE. DO NOT TAUNT ME. HAVE SOME FAITH. -*- "i bid you good day" in my music i can not lye i play the red born nye to ayin and the eye and all our siGns i bid you good bye -&- I remember when you were building ziggurats, before the sea split the world in twain, but left you on both sides with plenty of cocaine. Your brains were split pea soup back then, primordial and full of paradox and whim. Long before you came to name your edifices with the corpses of the Ptolomy crossings, whom all of Rome would worship as a staircase of fish bones. Your intention was so noble, to touch the heavens with your palms, and the soles of your feet. I want to tell you so badly that you are building in the wrong direction. I want to tell you that your skyward path, constructed with the dirt of earth and your own flesh, leads only back to square One. Flash forward, and here you are, looking at your gods as if they never existed (when, WHAT are you?), looking at your children as if they aren't your ascention that you so desperately crave, as if you actually deserved it for clunking along half-aimlessly for millennia at the whims of the Elite whose name was One under a linear G. Your Children Are Your Pyramids, Little Geometry. You are my children, wearing my coat of arms, my golden fleece. THINK SODUKU: I'm leaving behind the Meme's for us to gather the pisces, of a jigsaw puzzle Myst reality made of truth and myth (with R omitted to not confuse the sirrius). I'm standing on the edge of time now, and I will never find the individual irrelevant. You are the most beautiful thing to me. Be gone your politics, your religions, your Errs. I captain this worship to the Sun and the Bees, just like every other man who's got a pair of eyes. The difference is that my number is J, 10th letter of the anglo current alpha set. It's sexy, smooth. It's got a hook, and an eye. And you bet your ass 42+10=♥. AS FOR YOU MY YOUNG LITTLE GUPPIES. You're trying to marry me off to your bastard Turkish Israeli offspring, and I'm getting really fucking hungry. TREAT YOUR KIDS GOOD. TREAT YOUR KIDS GOOD. TREAT YOUR KIDS GOOD. TREAT YOUR KIDS GOOD. What do I see instead? Your synod saying it doesn't embrace heirarchies, because its SO ADVANCED. And I see kids working at Burger King. BURGER KING. You're all sick. Sick Sick Sick. But wait, let me rephrase to be more honest. Our synod saying it doesn't embrace heirarchies, because we're SO ADVANCED. And I see kids working at Burger King. BURGER KING. We're all six. Six Six Six. Easier to read without the pronoun interference, huh? Before I go, let me also say that polarity is not that hard to understand. For those not on the metta, it works like this: The Joker doesn't make people feel like shit. The Joker is polar. What is the polar opposite of the two Jokers in any bona fide magicians bike psych deck of magic tricks? Ace of Hearts. Two of Hearts. Just as I was shown on the last rebirth, and in illumination; they said I was knew because I would actually be able to communicate. I guess they were on GOOD DRUGS when they decreed all that jazz. Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh La Elaha Ella'llah URIM2KI You Are, I Am Too(2), [In] Crossing the Eye Good luck, til next Sunday. <3+OY= 52 (9) >> Comment

No Sleep For The Wary. [ Sunday October 25th, 20093:55 am ] No offense, but it's barely been a week or two, and you're doing it all wrong! Kidding. I love you. (6) >> Comment

1 310 310 9894 NOW V IS (I)N U, GO WITH TRUTH. [ Saturday October 17th, 200910:12 pm ] The circle is complete. You are all my reward. Thank you. This will be the last entry I make. You'll take it from here. If you ever need me, for any thing, any time, any place, and space. This is my number: 1 310 310 9894 Love*Peace, Krishna (15) >> Comment

Please... Read This. Understand Me. Us. Laugh when you should Laugh, Learn when its time to Learn. [ Saturday October 17th, 20098:32 am ] I want to talk for a moment about the moth, in the Works I last made. I dipped the octopus light down, unto the canvas, digital cheap but thick in symbol. Out slipped a ... whatever that bug is, you see in the picture. He chose to be there, and I gave him total freedom. He was the ink, without the need of a pen. That's my baby. That bug. Loves the light. He knows only what is truth. And so he came unto my canvas, in the most basis aspect of himself, unto the grand painter. Who wears a smile like a bulletproof vest. Upon further inspect, I realized, he WAS the canvas, and the rest, was his design. His wings now spread in a V. We can communicate in every way imaginable. I left him there, upon the white sheet, and broken compass, to observe his trajectory. He chose to go... whereever he wished to go. He trampled entire armies of bacterium, in his every sullen step. That he, a winged angel of antiquity, chose to remain in my Work for not only more than a minute, but hours and hours... I am humbled beyond expression. This is the stuff that makes Gods cry. He drifted into daydream and corrupted his mythology with action, for he was really experiencing this. The hand of a greater being touched the hand of a fish, and I was the fish again. And hours past that, as I drank a red bull, I kept paying him a visit, proud and amazed by his investment into my little piece of art. This insect, whom I barely knew, but brought out of the light and onto mine canvas, had found himself a Home. I thought perhaps he had died there. But then I saw him move. He was simply having many long hours, before the FIG TREE. I imagine, like me, he had never even thought to blink. I touched him, and he touched me. It was quantum. As he analyzed the shape, of that J, born from the Runes, somewhere in his soul I realized that he understood. He had dreamed up ... me. and you. He dreamed us all up, because something presented him with the opportunity to deviate in just the right way. His soul appreciates love, just the same as everything borne under God. Last I saw him, just recently actually, he was in the zig zag Z of the pencil stencil, lost in meditation. But ready to move when he knew the time to move was upon him. I hoped, soon he would return to the light, with the brilliance and understanding he gave to me. We are his most beautiful architecture. And we thank him with nothing. So this is me, saying thanks. And that I recognize you. You are me. This was... The stonehenge* of his most unbelievable dream, come into actuality. It was love, and he did not even doubt himself. It was love, and he did not even doubt himself. It was love, and he did not even doubt. Truly, in truth, he had joined with me. (11) >> Comment

I Will NOT Hurt You, Even in Reflection. [ Saturday October 17th, 20094:36 am ] My treat :: No more tricks. Bell :: Liberty cracked. True phone systems mended. Five :: Between Naught and Nein. Love and Life. You’re crazy :: I am beyond. Disgust :: Relative lie of the 12 senses. Show me something you disgust, and I'll tell you why Nirvana is an inch out of reach. Tempest :: My anger. I doubt you could insight this, even with a mortal wound. Bummer :: My sadness. Seeing the illusion of pain gripping Kind Minds. It breaks me apart at the seams. Brim :: We stand at the precipice of ourSelf. Drink of this Wine. The cup is half nothing, whole cup. Hose :: RSS Feeds. Decisions handed down by the heirs of your heirs. Lollipop :: Lol. (4) >> Comment

Idle hands type nothing in response... [ Saturday October 17th, 20093:21 am ] Marcus Aurelius, grand stoic, atop the hill up on the battlefield. --- Soldier: Yo, Mark. I totally see the art in what you're doing. Soldier: But all that silence, man. It's driving us crazy. We can't sit still. Soldier: You should try being mindful. All the gurus are talking about it! We want input! We need to be led! Marcus Aurelius: ... . (2) >> Comment

The End of the Mason Program [ Saturday October 17th, 200912:07 am ] [ music | Melodic Invasion - Buddhist Silence (8bit World) ] "We can never give up fear, until we ourselves learn not to cause it." The End of the Mason Program (6) >> Comment

Explosion of hungry butterflies follows drought, heavy rains, with quotes from Dr. Quinn [ Friday October 16th, 200911:36 pm ] [ music | Mike Shiver, Matias Lehtola - Captured feat Andrea Britton (van Deynhoven Rmx) ] I hope you all are enjoying the new News stories as much as I am. I always believed that there needed to be more positive or humorous stories on the signalstreams. Check this out (stole it from Moxxi cuz he's a hottie!): "We think of butterflies and birds as flying north and south," Quinn said. The snouts are "flying in an almost random direction. They haven't determined where to go. They could be heading west, or they could be heading east. They're looking for lunch." "From what I heard, this one person saw them in North Austin, and they were all headed downtown," Warriner said. "I guess they were going to Sixth Street." As the weather cools, the butterflies will "look for a place to hole up," Warriner said. In the spring, they'll lay their eggs and die. Their offspring can only hope for rain. PARTY AT THE BAR ON 6th STREET!!! It doesn't seem like they chose a very good location, considering their evolutionary path. I mean, if your survival is dependent on rain, why.. um... Texas?? :o (3) >> Comment

Now that's practice I can believe in! [ Friday October 16th, 20092:22 pm ] Buddhism needs a NEW PRACTICE. So here it is. Masturbate. Three times a day, every day. BUT DO IT MINDFULLY. Don't think about anything at all as you do it. Good luck! Focus that CHI! AND DON'T FORGET YOUR TOWEL! (12) >> Comment

LOL. Relax, I'm Just Playing 'Round [ Friday October 16th, 20098:45 am ] "I sometimes think one of the great blessings we shall enjoy in heaven, will be to receive letters by every post and never be obliged to reply to them." - Washington Irving BETA CHI TAU-L ;) (4) >> Comment

GREAT DIN [ Friday October 16th, 20094:45 am ] Yeah, it's never been done before, everyone gets scared. We've all read the rules, and nobody wants to get SHOT, but we all want to be MOVIE STARS. Mindfulness is not a process of someone elses design, Mindfulness is the refraction of light in the funhouse mirror maze, and the moth on the screens begging for light. If you don't want to see any of it, then put on those 3D glasses you got when you went to see that cartoon movie at the IMAX. Or the Jules Verne re-iteration. Paint em black, maybe it'll jump out at you. Disattachment, LOL. I'm trying to tell you its a trap, and we set it for ourselves. When your soul cries out for silence, scream back into the void, and disrupt the very nature of nothingness with the song of Organics.. And for fuck's sake. Smile. "In a man's letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives." Samuel Johnson Good night. <3 Comment

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