Among the perfect world...

 It's 3 strikes...I have 2 strikes to my name. Nathan doesn't even get it... First 2 I resented. I wasn't happy. I was entirely upset, and it had nothing to do with me. I now him in a way that no one else will, though among the mirror paly, sure, they follow him like no one else. I get it. I'm depressed. They hold the keys,  while I have to wait it out in hell. I'm to be the trick he is to school, eve if he resides in misery. Again, he doesn't deserve that treatment. He isn't an act, but a genuine connection...When we looked at each other as I left, Union City New Jersey...My heart was in my throat. It remains today. Talk all day...Joke all day. I can't find the energy to care...I get what hell he will recieve, and that's it for me. He never desrved this. He even made the effort to reconnect. I think he thinks, I was walking away but it's the opposite. I'm walking in his direction follwoing the work that has to happen...even if I'm to be upon the cliff of no return....I just wish his friends would communicate...that is in scenarios like this...it's an impossiblity without those understanding the hell in which we live. We can look happy...we can have all of the odds in our favor, and yet, we follow how this world works...It's easy to find luv, it's nice as spice and yet, among the layers, love runs deep andt those of a design where all odds are to be entirely against their very existence, and yet among a momentary lapse, they meet and depart, in a joyous saddness...no one among the we were able to connect wth what we held connection with...can't mange to help swans at a distance to finally hold steady...it's disheartening...like spires, once of a lava flow, now of an obliterating visual...realizing what was meant to hold us together, upon our own greed, serves as the curse of a never to return. We all understand the love we have among our significant other, so why send two swans to hell. Can we not make the effort?  Not likely to happen considring...but even among the pretend...at least the odds of near impossiblity still exist. I miss Nathan like no other. I truly do. and considering who I am to be, he will never know. We just go about our lives in the dark, while the "others" pretend...It's sad, even if all is smiling and has what they have been longing for...I know he's in hell. I'm in hell. It's not necessary, but when our design no longer matters...in all superficiality.... smile and pretend. I'll never forget the first time we met...that silver dress of sorts...and the way in which we connected which seems of a physicality but that wasn't it at all despite observations...You had a momentary lapse and so did I but that wasn't us, but among the us, a group will likely not permit such attention. So you hold to your cage, as I do. It's as good as it gets, even if we are among a sadness. Be good Nathan. Simply that. Be good. Despite the odds, and who I am to be to you...I don't care of the staging considering no one else will follow you in the way that I do. It's easier just to go along I get it...It's hard but it's easy...and yet, I am engaging in matters that wouldn't involve the downward spiral for the so-called privileged. It was never your demand, just your hand...it hurts you and it will stop. So keep me at a distant memory if that works...my connection involves  something beyond superficial connection...again it's upsetting.  Will you make that effort? Who knows, but I hope so...Again, to follow who I was to be with you, and your role, and yet, I knew better in relation to what you longed for...it wasn't fair to you. That's the only thing I was left with as we departed from Union City New Jersey. It wasn't fair to you, including my departure. I'm th owner of such hardship, of which doesn't desire distance from, but rather a proximity and dedication. Knowing this world...it's not to happen...but even as we decay...among the distancing...I remain dedicated. You didn't deserve this. You never did, and you will remain with someone who even as you decide to move on, he, or should it be, she, hasn't lost focus of you, your life, and your hardship. I haven't let go. Know that! To cling does fail...but we are not here to iron fist any and all relationships...It's a singing...a longing...a missing...not to obtain, but rather to hug and note, if our kindred soul prefers to let go, then we can too...love...beyond the mirror play....a meaning among what I say...and desire. 


I doubt we will ever encounter...its this world...it was what was meant to me regardless of what makes sense...all can have a mere morsel of what is left with the icing. We see them. Coupled. Together. Dedicated. We remain reluctantly apart and nothing more...we hold to each other even if we are to be apart...we are the joke among those who are to be fortunate... Who said life is fair. Just take the hit and live in hell, despite those without the toll to pay who live it up...it's their world not yours. Bear the burden. Let the one you love spiral into a downward hell, despite protest. It's odd to me. I'm simply not at a loss as to who it is I'm to connect with, but among the society we live in currently, among such smiling faces embracing the mirror play, that isn't to matter for either of us. It could work out, but with so many smiling angels around, it isn't to work...It's not fair to Nathan. That's all I can consider. Let all else have to matters of rest...This is something that despite the ease of an easy option, a mind can't simply embrace the path. Why that is...to hold that connection...certain minds will understand. He always deserved better, even before I crossed his path. He should, upon even the slightest of efforts, follow what that means. It's a long shot, but I hope so! Who said this was easy? To me, to give up...it couldn't be anything other than a regret...to carry on as if our connection is in vain...upon a rock spinning around fire...among a matrix of space....regardless of what happened, to connect with something that holds to you upon standing bond/pond...it's an impossibility and yet even upon walking away, you locked eyes, tears, a heart in the throats...and we carry on as if that is moving on...It's not possible, and yet we act as if it is. That genuinely is our time. We are at a loss like no other  in relation to the past century. It's something too far gone to be good. Few options, but hugging it out is better than thinking this is normal...the odds simply for a meet and greet among swans...doubtful, and yet we happened. Reject me...Use me in the way you need to. It's not my need of you that concerns me. I hope you get that, but considering your surroundings, that of course are there to "protect" you with the best of attentions, I grow deeper in a silence....a connection with what you never deserved. I don't have to obtain you to know our connection. Fuck the friendly faces...I'm  here, even if I'm to be at a distance. Just be among moments that offer a connection you so desire. Use me however. Just find what I desire for you, genuine happiness, with or without me. Moving right along...lights, camera, action...wait, we can acknowledge this ancient flow, no?  I genuinely miss him, and yet, he, among the smiling protectors will never get the memo...#thewayofthesuperficialworld....He'sgone, I'm gone...the END...pretend. #I❤️thiscrazyshit.  #wineismyhero

Some outfits are more layered than others

 When it's cold outside...


Radio Ga Ga...Radio Goo Goo...Nathan likes soul patches...there was some irony there, no? And that favorite word! P. Digi. I didn't want to leave him...and when he came to me. There's work to be done. No need to cling. My last week at Edinburgh I went to Musselburgh...upon a trail I sat next to a small standing p(b)ond..two swans remained. I turned around. The ancient lava flow intact. Spires upon the ancient flow. Gazing upon the distance...like the GaGa song...something running through...Swans understanding upon a flow...possibly a momentary lapse, and yet for the stage to be set...to wittness...there's more to the story...shall we pretend? Moving along. Moving along. By the numbers. Silos unite. It's all under control, but what happened? Could any matter deny this...of what interest would it be to carry on in such a manner. She was simply to be trapped. He had a role to play...and yet, all that was planned...it was a mirage. Something else happened. To pretend?  I witness grey hair. I guess matters are lost, though I'm not at a loss. I wonder what's happening here? He was red once, like Gaga...He had the role. I was to be delivered. Must we pretend? I never let him go. Does he follow? It's not as if, I couldn't fathom, he isn't to follow. Who could I possibly be? When it's all about the mirror...That cage. He's lonely. I know it. Why? The mirror will be at a loss. So again, in this time, we pretend. Stay strong Red Baron. Sir Rockefeller...East Coast king...I loved him...it was through his wife...she's pure beauty...not in the mirror...something else...She's a teacher btw...I think of her when Michael comes into work...She doesn't know Michael but she should...It's a kindred soul matter...Jordan, lol. The meat wall...that shirt?  Pretty airy....I'd say...meaning it stood out, to me. Meaning before we turn around, I already knew it was you. And as I work my routine, and you have that expression...It's not as if I'm happy over any of this. I didn't mean to disturb...If we go back to Moreland Ga, and follow what happened. When the matriarch pulls my hair as we hug among other matters...when the mind can handle a lot...before I can even have the opportunity to learn the given language...when I am shipped off, though I never expected that, to Scotland...and to trace the designs among the kind manners in the mirror. I was hurt beyond belief. It's always an after the fact matter. Much like me and Nathan. It's after the fact. I'm hurt. He will be the only one to get it. No one else. Most likely it will remain the same, among the layers...R.I.P. despite dedication. I can take the hit. I'm here. All will pass, k(no)w matter what. Let's just tune-in to the machine to tune-out. The show must go on! Nathan, upon New Orleans...I just think he thought I wasn't there...he was caged up. I know him like I know me. Still, we can all carry on as if that didn't happen. To think upon our pursuits...what else should matter. He's sad. I know it, even if all looks well in the mirror. And by all means, matters could have passed on and I'm still here, but that doesn't preclude what happened. A network would have had the memo of what was followed of me, 5th avenue New York, oh captain my captain...and he had his role...and it wasn't fair to him at all. I hold to that. To treat him in that way. By all means, take my blood, but leave him alone. He never deserved that. It's not fun and games for any of us. Treat him better. No exclamation...just a sobering focus. 

Knowledge Siloing...what's running through...

 He didn't like subconscious space....He understood that she was to have a language that belonged to her...We? -she spoke, she needed to iron fist each and every word...entirely conscious, she knew...to rip the buds of a flower so it could bloom. Iron fist play has always been fun.  I remember in Scotland...at the Mason club...no hats please...don't you know the rules... architectures. Who doesn't love that... Pyramids. Eyes. We can roll the stone around the world. The Eyes have it. That's how it all works. Just look out the window and figure it all out. I found the construct, the power, the hell, the fire the fury! It's right there...look at my finger. ET. Rip open each and every bud and let us know what you figured out. We hear you. When it all sounds the same? This form can be all yours, and you are free to use it, no?  You know? I know,  you know. The window pains have it! Time to celebrate...Slap a cross on the corpse, sell it, and dance the night "away"...it doesn't seem to be starting, try again and again...That foot upon...something ancient...something so, in-tune to all of that out-of-tune...we are all just the same, don't you want to play...Understand? Read it again...and again...and again...gain control with these words...headstones for life...pegasus out shopping for lightning strikes...lucky strikes you are making the grade...A toast...so many colors, so little time...Emerald city lights has you...The options are plentiful...among a field of poppies...a regular corn-ocopia whirlwind, out of the sky comes...that color...follow the yellow brick road...flyentology rescues...

Of course, she was supposed to be kept happy. I'm sure a particular network is going to be thrilled with a family unit opting-in to play a game on their own accord...leaving her out...and moving the pieces among a group that wouldn't be so...subject, and yet to treat them in that way. Let me know how it all works out for you. Send a smoke signal. 

Sharing is (S)Caring...

...mirror loading...READ ME FILE: How_to_Kill_Death Hat for Wat.

So I was in the museum...the visual...That color...it glowed...so much excitement...It looked alive...I mean yeah there was some effort but it was mainly convenient...

I like stores. I like colorful boxes. Harmonies contextualizing space, coloring the sky a realizable blue...I realize...I get that...Big in Japan Dare campaign...I get that...Full-Circle and the killing moon...I can get that...Something shoring up, pulling up to that harbor bay...Mary handling the business...Mary Marries...Just pull it up...Read...and See...Wat do you mean, this is a hold up?...We are free....the opportunities...the visual...the convenience....Look here, the answers are all right here. See it. Read it.  It's all good. Magic Box Happiness....Rising Up...

Wikki Tikki Tavis Mottled Throttle



Keep those R's to W's like A&W links, in-motion picture...Quick Trip..

Prestidigitation on Stage...A Rat Pulled out of a Hat...


Oedipus Readipus Treadipus...Haarlem Nights...In the Beginning...

Uranus-Rhea-Zeus....Something Lilith....Misunderstanding...  
 Something Oh, Captain, My Captain? To understand.... To make a safe bet...  Keeping to the little ship of horrors...pulling up to that harbor...rocky horror...rocky road...paper, scissor, rock...paper, sisters, rock...paper, scissor, rock...paper, sisters, rock...we will rock you...don't rock the boat, baby...nobody puts baby in the corner...dirty and dancing...something- writing on the wall...something- til I found the truth (dear bubblegum dog)...hope is the greatest whore...Something- Old, Something- New, Something-Borrowed, Something- Blue, and that silver sixpence in her shoe, Silver Slippers-Ruby Slippers, what's in your silver cupronickel...ISBN 15-51-15-58...what about baby? No worries, we got baby's back...an enchanted rose for our beauty...that color...don't be so blush and bashful...

....something happened....


Storm blew me away, blew the whole circus away....popcorn, is that your favorite?  Mine too, because they pop...pop, pop, pop...


Haarlem Nights....In the beginning....


She Just Wants to Have Fun...



She's facing Hard Ships...She's making contributions...

But look at her, she's got options...




She Can still Roll Government Cheese on a George Foreman?

Goodwill, Comics...Duck Confit. Options

She's making contributions...she paints...

She's Bleeding...She's Solo...On That Hazard Pay Duty....She Needs Deep Space NRG...What about her friends?...That TLC TIP...Has she made it downtown? She needs to meat people.


something...


All is well, just play nice...

Is she motivated?

Friends? There are so many options, no?


Well, she's soon to get out and about we hear...She likes that coffee shop...The one downtown with the glory hole meat ups...They are having a ride the lightning party this summer. She's having her doubts though. We hear she has depth perception issues...She might wait for the next theme, slippery dick in the Atlanta's under the sea party...It's some kind of dualing theme...Something about joisting and a glory hole mirror maze...at least then if she's still having issues with depth perception the mirror, mirror distortion gives her an excuse...She'll get there. She's never on time. She never arrives..but, she'll get there. I mean, she's just at that stage where she's reflecting upon all of these reflections and that's okay. You just make it through that glory hole maze of life, and then one day, it ALL "COMES" TOGETHER...

Great, she's on a path now!  Her future is looking bright...Emerald City Lights Saves. 

Chess, Chess, Chess, Checkers...Be Patient Daniel Son...Flyentology on that Good Plan...

Um...what was flyentology again? Why does she keep posting shit like this? Maybe we can send her help? Universal by the hour anyone? A glinting reflection bursting into flames! We can get her on that shadow boxing victory plan... ...what does she remember? If it's out of the bag? Then, it's...

Let's be very clear...

Not into steeples and considering what has actually happened to me involving the actions of a acertain organization, I'm not going to offer sweet nothings so we can pretend to get along after I was on the recieving end of that shit. I'm not okay with it, and those among that avenue, not so inclined to go for what looks good in the mirror, and can follow matters of record that aren't so nice...No one should be shocked about the critical lens involved......

Is this disrespectful, is this mean-spirited, or is this a free damn country? And if you don't like it, then by all means, don't read it.  Can't resist...may I suggest digging a little deeper. Maybe give a damn, vs looking like we give a dam, all the while trolling. 

And why I would need to explain myself after all the bullshit went down with a grouping keeping tabs on the underhanded measure....but if we want to re-contextualize... I mean to orient in that way...And carry on like this is a mere matter of antagonism....by all means, shit a perpendicular and call it immaculate conception for all I care. I'm living my life and if you don't like what I say and yet you can't stop checking in....Own the busy body insecurity. 

Don't likey...then Don't read-y...it's just that simple. Got an issue, then by all means, own your bullshit. I can move on. Bye! 

I'm not pretending to be universal, anymore than one and their grouping would be universal to me. Can't let it go...It takes one nice-nothing bundle of misery to sign up for that shit...good luck! Might want to paint and open up to indeterminate spaces as well? I just don't see why anyone would want to obliterate among the mirror. To be an earth angel? To thrive in that way? Good luck with that! Again, I can move on. A group has already wasted too much of my damn time, and I can own that. When it's this family unit having that go...I opted to fight them. It's time, but I wanted that fight. A lot of other folks like me got caught up into the fake ass underhanded play and they didn't make it. I knew the choice I'd be making and I can own it. Still, it is time wasted, even if it is the good fight to be had, in relation to earth angels on that human trafficking plan, aka blood money to float the laundering machines. And you want to re-contextualize matters, so you can play it victim, even as a network has the records of this bullshit... Bye! 

Don't like it, don't read it...move on. It's that simple. Free country...Forum defined. And yet there is a need to involve? Why that need! Am I, the one on the recieving in of this organizations trafficking ops a threat. That's an interesting flip of the frame. Why do that! What are you about, even as you smile before the mirror...Just something about that earth angel play.  Too take that bullshit at face balue, in Atlanta? Since when? Do you. 

And by all means, want to read, and keep that meeting of the mind going, of a constituency, of remaining open-minded, and noting the value of these free-expressions. I'm about that. Otherwise, take that bumble fuck ignorant fake-smiling shit back to that small town fuckery horse dick you road in on. This is Atlanta, east coast with a southern twang, which never translated into ignorant, racist, south play. I mean, to blindly goosestep for an organization rolling out the shit that came special delivery in my direction, and you want to play it, my free society criticism, is your orgnanization's victimhood....'kay, 'kay, 'kay! Let's get you to the next Bed, Bath, and Beyond white sheet sell mirror mirror play...like that doesn't translate into what you are actually about smiles in the mirror. Earth angel, earth angel, would you be ours? Something in the sky. You don't like that. 2 fucks. Live your own life. Say what you want, and if it smacks of stupid, again East Coast Culture...Good luck with that! Can't help yourself, to be so involved with me. Oh okay. You're miserable. This helps fill a void. Even better! 

#DoYouBoo

5 Points & Clinical Studies (Poor Tastings & MOCKUTROLLING): Make her a STAR...

All words to not reflect the thoughts of this author, viewer discretion is advisededid:

I. Touching: So clinical studies show the "Matrishe-ordering" refrenced simply as, she, prefers her ass licked in trials over rubbing it on tree bark. This category has achieved clinical mastery.  She's coming out of the forest with this.  

II. Tasting: We've conducted a variety of studies involving flavored wraps. One experiment offered a buffet of flavor, the favorite option was take your grandma to the Golden Coral, only it ended with blue balls, so we have decided to try a different experiment. Now we have the pucker tucker. The aim is to promote pleasure in the valley. It's a full course meal that ends with blueberry pie. We will observe how it ends. This area hasn't quite achieved clinical mastery, but we are on our way to understanding these nooks and crannies. So far, she does prefer the trial flavor wraps over the taste of tree bark. She might come out of the forest with this. 

III. Hearing: She likes the sound of waterfalls. She likes the sound of wild animals. Sometimes the clinical trial wins, other times it's nature. We did a trial with Kazoos. She liked that a lot. We also did a trail with trumbones. Someone poked their eye out. We are still handling the case. We can't explain it, but nature seems to win out on this one. Wood peckers up the shaft and Flies on Venus Traps...One is percussive, the other the sound of subtle and silent death. She's intrigued. The mocking bird as well. Clinical trials show we need serious improvement in this area. It's a 50 50 shot. Even the sound of the swaying tree find favor at times over french horns and bag pipes.   

IV. Seeing: 20 20 visions. Clinical trails show success in this area.  She'd rather look at designer threads than pine straw and dead leaves. The TV inspires her behavior in ways that electrify all interests. This is our dominant instrumentation to coax our little deer from her tree playground.  We've noted, sometimes she still happy there, so if you tape leafs onto different parts of the body, that too can provide the needed visual to inspire new forms of touch and discover.

V. Smelling: Clinical trials and a SWOT analysis have determined this is our weak spot. Smells aren't good at holding the needed control line, for clinical studies of course. She still prefers the smell of nature over most premium smell offerings. We have achieved the needed, "when musty nuts taste expensive" outcome, even if they still smell musty, involving seeing and touching...just a name brand and eqyptian cotton covering up the ol' rocky road does the trick. She'll dance for that. However, we still are attempting to achieve premium smells. If musty nuts taste expensive, and she'll do a dance for that, why not one's dick on expensive shit evervescence doing the trick. Premium smells could be the next big thing. Think our version of metaphysical dick on expensive shit. We've tried a variety of things to coax her out of nature with that one, and still nature wins.  The smell of pine tree wins over last nights Texas Roadhouse even if old faithful is adorned with egyptian cotton. So now, we have a new clinical study, a new line of designer douches. We have obsession by Calvin Klein douche. We have CKO for non-binary assholes, which seems kind of douchy, we know.  It's lauging at an expense, and we know. We are working on that too, if we can just achieve the expense at the other end; Then we are told that's okay.  Just as long as we can keep her happy! We might need a rework of the brand name as well.  Maybe something a bit more hallmark hall of fame, like fabulous flatulence for him/her/they.  Something for everyone.  We ALL want that. We are also considering for the inner earth muffin, love your inner nature campaign...something to inspire the embrace of what we all love, nature, like fudgsicle and brownie bite smells...One of our first clincial trials will introduce subjects to a SCAT sanctuary. If we can just get her to participate. She likes playing in the dirt, gardening and things like that, so if we can somehow offer a similar experience. We need her with us. Nature has enough trees with woodland creatures caressing her every shaft. We need friends too! This has to work.   


From the Majestic Depths of Brooklyn...A Long Eye-Land...From sea to shining sea...Inmates running the Asylum...Drums on the Wheel...Presto-Chango-Digitation...Emerald City Lights, Tonight Tonight!




Platinum Disco...Paint the town...On-Par-Tea...Worldwide...Ancient Productions Galore...In the meantime...Tonight, ALIVE, on TV, your understanding...Killing Joke-rrr...Bags, Bags, Bagged (Green-Links, Pork Barrels?)...Sell...IT..Bouncey Balls from the Machine...Florence in Session...Blood Oranges...High as Five Rally...Shells Bells...Blue Balls, Blue Belles...Waif & The Friendly Radio...Keep it, Side Saddled...Strike a Pose...Like a Prayer...SHINE...Django...Django...Rolling...Tic Tac Toe....Tic Tac Mother...Cross Art...Oh dear, Poor dear...Captain, My...Captain? Deerly belovedWe are gathered here for a disco bloodbath...


Mishka NYC...Mishka Bermuda...Bahama....Come on Pretty Mama...Nova Scotia....That Flag...Miss Piggy....Fraggle Rock....Matthew McConaughey...Where's Tustin...Flowers and Bubblegum....Alice Amore, there she is, back in black, back to black, new and improved, in Chains...

Suit Up... ...Smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my Birthday Death Bed.. Time to Celebrate...

Tonight, TONIGHT....Flyentology....Constantinople....Corn Love Song...Surfing on a Rocket...Pegasus...Beat the Game...Snort it Up...Smile...Believe....He IS...IT?...For Spacious Skies...For Amber Waves of Grain...something purple mountain majesties...Above the Fruited Plane...A foot upon the world...Upon a shelled existence...Take a picture...Recall...

If not...

 

Nathan...Kevin...Mystery in the black honda...she needs a meat lover supreme in the mirror, no?  One day...these grapes will be wine, and one day, you'll be mine...shhh....It's just so...Mirror, mirror amazing these days. Just pretend and the castle walls will be yours...it's a regular scissor sisters invisible light routine...tooo obvious for comfort and yet that's the reinforcing measure...hollywood love...so authentic it's fake...shhh....I mean it read like the movie script, so why question?  Just go along and smile.  There we go. That's where we are. How wonderful?

Blood, Balloons, Christ, Oh My? This Angelic Mirror is Yours! (How it works, fuck it, just sit on the pew...canned tuna...blood money floating the laundering machine and all for a fee, praise be the saints with money, where does it come from...wolves in sheep's... dressing sheep in wolves' clothing...shhh)

Shiny Balloon, Shiny Balloon. Pretty Bird. Pretty Bird. Shiny Balloon. Don't be shy. Let's play. Reason insofar, but this language is yours. Exist upon the language lent as foundation. This home is all yours. Mental health by the hour anyone? Are you okay! We reflect upon our opposite, divide any which way, open arms never what they seem...The normal is okay!!...upon which this fine poor dear caught up in-between...blood. I see her blood. There's a gospel among that blood. Meat. Turn her into meat. Trivial, Trivial, Baker's Man...did she remember ('kay, ky on a high)? (Wileys veggie seasoning...candy apple packets...shhhh)....Receptors of what. Be a body. Pretty bird. Sweet, sweet, wheat, pretty bird. Don't worry, be happy. It's so easy with us. Are we in Kansas? Oh that Emerald City...He really must be a wonderful wizard. Get yours tonight. Just considerations... Always that possiblity of narrative as art. Nothing to, you know, find a basis, among the langague lent of course...  Ponderings... Let's be happy! I mean when it's so easy, it's TOTALLY.......going to work out, no? Just go along...nothing wrong at all with that! It's such a good world for our fine little earth angels, isn't it! 

Alice Amore & The Life

Lilly-Lilith, Victor-Victoria



...Behold...so I was driving in my car...99x was calling out tickets to shows...Toro Y Moi...DJ much, much too old to be playing the youthful part, but it is generation X radio...keeping up with the times...Toro Y Moi? who's that? Right! Meanwhile, let's go back to a song we all know, more by the numbers, depletions of ancient themes since the 80s...everything looks fine in the mirror...Shall we....DANCE. Everything looks so bright. Up and up, always...Blue of paint all day everyday...no hell in sight...happy house routines galore. Hyped up flatlines. Hugs, Warm and Fuzzies, and kitty boo fucks...hearts.....xoxox...feel good...in that mindless dribble piss kind of way. Seems to signal something off, no? Can't figure matters out...sure thing! Everyone's on top of IT...Something in a can. These changing lights. Let this stage be all yours...

Considering...Sir & THE Starfish...Dionysus & Bacchae...so on and so forth...seems like we've been here before, no?

Hot Mess



You act like you got nothing to lose...lololol....I mean, six figures times I don't know what, in debt, which isn't a deficite...I mean you can have it all up or down, and it all spells the same...it's not so much what you have or you don't have, but rather what it is tied too. We are good... It's much like the absurdity of folks assuming debt is a burden, when it's obviously of strategic value in terms of political maneuvers like sercuritizing underperforming debt, passing it off to foreign interests that you intend to link fates. Student debt to me is a smart institutional move. It's not this burden that is dragging the country down. Rather it is an instrument that can set the needed strategic moves for matters of industry. See...I'm not purely bitchy toward the industrial, but I do like the performative in relation. It's good at loosening up this tight ass stagnation that is so far removed from the 80s...even 70s and 60s, when it was less of a stick up the ass culture. A group wasn't positioning to even the stakes with the US. And I'm not knocking the pissery toward the US, even when in Europe. I actually got it, when I was hearing it, but I'm keeping quiet on a lot. There's something called, within certain forums, not my place, and I'm aware of that. Not as some absurd form of mindless subservience, too much of a honey badger for that shit, but simply noting, too many ideas in the fire, unless it's something that isn't coming around, like the dynamic arrangements of language...those having a lot to lose, easily require the forum. Sooo...you have the industrial crew who hung the American stars and moon, and as for the families that you know financed the grid over the pond...they did nothing?  I'd be pissed too. It's not okay. There are these matters of afford on all sides, and I don't think anyone is really thumbing their nose, but people are skipping the books and forgetting, and there's accountability for that. See more of...that bullshit to follow, view the green links.  Of course, it's performative messy, but it's mirror, mirror shit...Universal radio...I miss the 80s...we could all talk shit, put some glitter on it, because we could put the mirror, mirror play into perspective and dance the night away. We all have these experiences. It's like my issues with modern society and grid life. I'd rather live in a hut of some type, cook over a bon fire, eat turkey legs, drink goblets of wine, and maybe walk around naked in the woods. It just makes more sense this the way we live...and I'm not the only one...I'm the mini lot in life. I went to school with some mega lots in life. They go through it too...the fact that everyone is piling into a boat to finely have some fucking peace from the incessant smiling of hand up and hand out play...yeah, it's that type of bond. There really are these experiences, that wherever you...it's that moment of connection. It doesn't have to be explicitly stated...you just love it though. It's the same shit. The grid is necessary, but there are alot of us...we just want to run butt naked in the woods and dance around fire. We just do...we want to stay in the middle of the water and fish....no schedules, no lawyers, no shit hitting the fan...just at peace with matters more important...but this damn grid calls...so lights, camera, action...all to the stage, mini lots, mega lots, and messy lots...the show goes on, even if someone has to string us up for a number because we are...over it. 

So back to student debt, I just don't think it is the right term. I don't think this should be debt, but rather something called an entirely different word. I think of this like a more modern form of tithes, for example. Meaning, this debt is of strategic value, and I'm kind of over this absurd play of, oh how we are all suffering, when once upon a time we were on PAYE...it no one should have had the legal right just to end the program we were on. We were on it. It should still be that...but now it's this odd battle, and I think there was a really good idea there. Meaning, people were signing up to join an institution, where the can opt in for education, along with a commitment to pay into that framework, of which some will invest for the long hall others a short hall. Dare I say...I don't think there should ever be debt forgiveness, but I don't like that term debt. I mean are we actual indebted if it is a small percentage of what we earn, I don't think so. It is something else, and that very concept seems to create friction in relation to something that could actually work, strategically. I don't think it should be forgiven for the long haulers, and maybe it's a lowering percentage as one enters their oldie goldies but the strategic debt remains indefinitely to play out as needed. But for the participant, no, I just reallly don't see this as debt, even though I'm to be the sufferer, the one who got duped by "student debt."  I call bullshit. We just aren't thinking about this at all in the right way, not to mention...we are gunning for the institutional apparatus of it currently, which is going to fuck the country out of this strategic value if it all destabilizes...so I mean...who knows what this will be? I really am though against this notion of forgiveness (I expect pitchforks at work), and I am against this notion that it is debt. It is something that opened up a process...forget the mirror shit. It's a way of developing these rigors of process, maybe not at all educational forums...some are more in line with that, while others are more occupational technical with less investment, the mirror shit (which when you have a family, not superficial btw, I get that)...and I mean when it's not debt but more or less upholding what was something desired and likely appreciated, if we are not being superficial, yeah, it's one of those things where it does feel good to hold that ongoing connection. It's in part to say, we are upholding something that matters in terms of society, much like one among their spiritual forum holding connection with their institutional form. And again, to me, it's best not to forgive, rather, it might be one of those matters where it's always payment, and when you are in your senior years, the percentage drops significantly...but again, I do think in terms of strategic value, that debt needs to remain on the books. It really is of strategic value. And I think it's not a matter of say duping foreign interests per se. I mean there are arrangements where a win-win can be had, in relation to someone who is willing to hold that form of debt because they too want a linked fate with the United States. It's odd. I think there needs to be global finance even in high schools. Debt isn't what I think most people assume. It's not a hole in the ground, though I think in terms of credit card debt, the experience is like that. If one is "taking loans" or if one is "investing in" an institutional form where the arrangement states, you are committing, which will include payments of a percentage for a duration...and that is forum that works for you. I mean people pay tithes their whole lives for certain institutional forms. Are they in debt, or is it paying into something that is an avenue they support. I just question the way we are conceptualizing higher education. Much like is it a loan, or is it commitment access...and levels of commitment...now it sounds like scientology, lol, but yeah, even like that I guess. No one in scientology is screaming I'm indebted, I'm suffering...save me. And yet, a lot of institutional avenues work a similar arrangement. My only criticism of the existing educational model, is the lack of avenues for active and ongoing alumni participation that isn't requiring extra fees, but maybe tied to commitment access...in a way that isn't so...contrived. Physical library space, with secondary access to students, maybe being able to look at something but not being able to check out, for example...Limited space gym access. Limited online materials. And it's not so much about what an alumnus needs, but an easy way to keep a relation with the school...otherwise it does become this...I'm paying into something from a distant past, that I now have no relation with at all. It doesn't make much sense. There should always be an easy way for the alumni to actively participate that doesn't require much in terms of school resource and also works from a practical ease and appropriate relation for an alumnus. An alumnus wouldn't want to be a student, but rather...someone who was once a student, on a routine, and relating to the school that is relevant. I don't know. Just considerations. 

It is a weird kind of scenario right now. It makes no sense whatsoever. Most of us were on PAYE. I take issue during the Biden era, we were moved, without permission to SAVE. I did not sign off on that. It should have not happened, but it did. I understand it was to improve terms, but the move should require our permission. It didn't. Then we have this absurd era now...and what can anyone really say about this shitshow. And we aren't renewing for a while, and everything is in limbo, and I think this might be in part because the forgiveness is going to be a problem in the long run. I could see that being the case. So, yeah, I think it can be a good thing, but it has to be reworked in a way that sustains a commitment and sustains a relation involving that commitment. It's not debt and loans to me. The concept needs to change. It's committing to an institutional form. Like one committing to other organization, and I think there needs to be an awareness of the levels of commitment in relation to background, community, etc.. Meaning if you have a family it's occupational-technical put food on the table, of a shorter duration and a practical outcome.  Not debt, just a commitment level. Otherwise people think of debt, like credit card debt. The graduated and the are in a hole. The general population even has this irrational disposition as well, of students being duped, as being the ones now stigmatized, mindless rat maze participants, and yet, that shouldn't be the case at all. Someone made a commitment to an institutional form and that institutional arranged the terms, as any institution does. Someone agreed to those terms, and they are committed to those terms to a certain degree. That shouldn't be a stigmatizing matter. It should be respectable, like it is respectable for others to support an institutional avenue. People pay in to institutions all the time. Do these institutions cater to their needs when they do...not often. More so, these institutions serve as forums of active participation and opportunities for connection. I think that is where the higher education model needs to improve. I think there has always been the effort but again it's contrived. It's too...if we build it they will come type of matter, and I don't think that works. Just limited spaces among services already provided to students. It's just that easy.  As it stands...it's a continued payment in, like other institutions, but there isn't ongoing participation outlets, that are relevant. Maybe it's as simple as alumni streaming services from the school, like sport events, that they can watch with their families for example. Maybe it's streaming table side talks. Again, reserved spaces in gyms, libraries, that are away from student life, and maybe intermingle a bit, that are fast access for adults on the go. Again I don't know...but I'm getting at how even this design, of a connection with the institution, then largely nothing relevant for easy connection for alumni, and yet, they are paying in...it does add to this conceptual notion of being in a whole, rather than belonging too and committed to an institutional form the invested into and support. Again, there does need, in my view, to be a conceptual shift. This to me isn't debt. It's just not, and yet similar arrangements, can be had, that are strategically useful. 

When the pawn...

Which, it's just a matter that I think certain personalities follow...when a pawn does this...I'll switch into a mode of writing and back toward something that begins to delve into matters that bring matters out into the open. I also keep getting these advertisements for universals by the hour, aka therapy, considering that to drop the universals is desirable. I disagree. It's the play of determinate space, and to simply be one who doen't turn on universal radio in relation to the ass antics of a pawn...it just opens the door for the mirror mirror play to be universal to all...It can't when one is among the performative-Universal, exploring, highlight, the absurdities...the inherent contradictions, and developing a relation where the explorations wouldn't involve disturbance but rather art, performatives, informatics...something beyond even teh universal framings to the universal radio...and it's fun to jump back in...It doesn't happen though, unless one makes that move that aligns with the trafficking formation...like questions and conversations attempting to align me with the grabbing hands grabbing all they can. I'll not simply carry on like it's just innocent play, especailly considering what has happened and what I am tied too. Nope, that opens the flood gates again. Why someone thinks it is okay to do that at a place of work, I'm not entirely sure...but you know, when free to do that...let the words flow...like water....let's turn up the explorations, let's even return to the corporate writings until it finally just stops. And when you are double someone's age...I would never approach someone that old, in my twenties that way. So what made that okay? Not really sure, but I do know, upon that event. Time to start writing again.