Computating the Algore-Rithims, Danced to by Ronald McDonald Clowns

Reflections in a Petri Dish — Nov 26, 2017

In case you missed it Geek-Tech-Visible has produced another WTF about block-chains and hoping it doesn’t look like pasta made by squeezing the product through a chain-link fence.
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
There he is, sitting atop the writhing, big teeth, spirochetes in the Petri Dish. I am reminded of the Buddha, in asana on the lotus. The lotus being my ‘focused indifference’ (is there such a thing?) to the animated murk of toxic frustration, seasoned with rage which burbles in the cauldron. “Let me out of here!” They scream, while burrowing deeper into the pornographic compound of lifetimes worth of slobbering hungers, coiling out of the black hole stomach of insatiable appetite. The more they eat the more they want, as the consumed devours the consumer …from the inside out. Why do you think people get so bent over as they age? That is the sucking inward force of runaway gut famine; ‘hai fame?’. If that doesn’t translate well, I’ve got a few algore-rithms to help you with that global warming heartburn, acid reflux which, I can tell you, is caused by not adding honey or maple syrup (forget sugar) to your tomato, pasta sauce while it is cooking, so that you can skim the purple scum. This is exacerbated by eating too fast and not allowing the 50% of digestion that is ‘supposed’ to take place in the mouth to take place. If you add in the general stress of having to be here, you’re looking at an exponential perfect storm… in your belly. Go ahead, ask me anything! It doesn’t matter if I have the answer, I know someone who does.
Of everything of an esoteric nature that I possess, friendship is definitely on the fingers of one hand. I don’t have much exoterically and I am guessing that is because I am not burning out my own stomach lining, with the fire of desire- for shit brushed with oil slick rainbows, fake sun bathing in the neon glow of some Blade Runner nightmare. It’s kind of like being in bed with Steve Martin or John Candy and asking, “how about those Bears!” when you wake up out of a dream with your hand between two pillows; it’s worse because it turns out to be Bruce Willis and he’s telling you about how he and Morgan Freeman are 100% behind George W. Bush, who green lighted the Israeli death troops that orchestrated 9/11.
There is no question in my mind that it is not the full blown psychopathic Satanists like the Rothschilds and their front man, Soros that is the biggest problem. It’s the rank and file, dumber than a rock, sycophantic genuflectors who don’t even know what they are genuflecting before and who would really like to meet Kim Kardashian and who think Kanye is as talented as Dylan or that he’s some kind of Back to the Future talent agent. It gets really crazy at a certain point. Here’s what I know, Kanye and Kim and a collection of others all made a deal with the conscious darkness; literally/ and so the untrue accolades, roll down the hill like a tsumani wall of shit. I’ve heard some of Kanye. I had to go and listen to confirm what my eyes already told me and which my ears did not require for confirmation and he is one of the most talentless and self absorbed Ronald McDonald type clowns that I have ever encountered. I can, off the top of my head- …and I don’t do rap- blow him right out the door, with no prep or crib notes of any kind; without thinking about it. And lest anyone thinks I’m doing Charlie Parker on my own horn, I think this wouldn’t be all that difficult for an autism candidate with a stutter problem.
For years, occasions would occur where I had the woeful opportunity to see Ellen Degenerate perform comedy. Not once did I smile, much less laugh. She was so incredibly not funny that I couldn’t believe she was allowed to do it and certainly was mystified at those who thought she was hilarious. I didn’t know then what I know now. She’s in that aforementioned collective and do not pay yourself the disservice of not believing that certain ceremonies take place among the willingly and desperately seeking damned and those pushing their way to the gibbet. Is she a concern of mine? Then why even bring her up? It’s complicated (grin). They say, “in the Kingdom of the Blind, the one eyed man is king.” So… if you can only see half of the action, the totally blind are guaranteed to blind side you with a frequency… enough to provoke you into making commentary of those who are engaged in poking their eyes out which, brings us back to Fairellen and I know the majority of you appreciate my cobbled together Frankenstein creation of digressing metaphors walking in a circle.
Now for the spiral; This just in- God is real!
Then there is the latest hit n’ run. Seriously… a hit n’ run? Meanwhile, he was hitchhiking? Good God. Mr. Apocalypse is holding his sides, silent laughter spirals upward, interdimensionally; it’s set on ‘vibrate’. He is not laughing about the hit n’ run victim but at the consternation confoundment of those watching the infrastructure of their manufactured illusion, where the public gets whiteboarded. Waterboarding is more of an RSVP thing. Yes… their entire Lego construction of bloodstained burlesque has got invisible Rockettes kicking them between the legs. We’ve mentioned a time or two that conflict known as The Battle of Morannon; reason we bring it up is because of what happened immediately following The Ring taking a ride with Gollum into the lava inferno of Mt. Doom. The armies of Sauron lost their minds. This was because the focus of Sauron was taken off of the battle and it was his will that held his soldiers in the expression of their roles, just as it is the borrowed force of another will that presently directs and paces all sorts of undesirable drama on the brightly lit stage of life. The ne’er do wells at The Morannon went running off in every direction, even though they outnumbered the good guys ten to one. What have we said here about the 10% factor? Given also the amount of those being subliminally motivated through the subconscious, via telepathic invasion, one could say we are vastly outnumbered as well; hoping that ‘we’ actually applies to all and sundry ‘here’ on this Sunday ♫Sundry Sunday, I trust that day♫
Yes… Mr. Apocalypse told me that also, that he would drive them mad; “those whom the God’s would destroy they first drive mad.” Let me turn up the amp a tad here by mentioning also that the end result of Materialism is insanity, moving in increments, by degrees, until it is full on batshit crazy, ‘abandon hope all ye who run screaming through here.’ Edvard, we hardly knew ya, until we knew ya more than we are presently comfortable with. “Is that your phone or mine?” “Oh right, sorry, it’s theirs… reaLLY sorry actually.”
Okay, he told me he was going to show up right in the middle of them and pull their pants down in front of the world; a little double entendre irony there? As lambs in vengeance suckle at the teats of irony. That’s happening in hi-def right now. It’s looking like a Jacobin Thanksgiving dinner. Don’t matter if “j’accuse” is legitimate or not, with the PC inoculations looking like the crowds on line outside Wal-Mart on Black Friday- ♫I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky (yikes!) I wanna see it painted, painted-painted, painted black♫ They are presently lining up for the going mad sequence just as soon as the pants down polka and a few other necessary interludes take place. Okay… maybe I got lucky (don’t believe in luck, don’t believe in Yoko either, just believe in the ineffable) with the first one but… the second one too? By the way, it is happening right now too, it’s just not being recognized as such and certainly not as an incipient plague, smoking the tires on metaphorical macadam as prelude. Trends are a thing of mine, probably because I have someone in my inner ear. The external jury may still be out about ‘who’ I am hearing but not… from where I am sitting and listening.
The ineffable has radio stations; some AM some FM and I suppose some subscription stations as well and there is one on one too. You have to be able to dial it in and you must be aware that any breaks in the reception, any difficulty with understanding the audio, any problems at all, are because of you. There are no problems on the other end. Of course, you’re not supposed to be able to hear it until you have cleared up the static and distractions. There is variety in the stations. There is an angelic station or two. There is a Rishi and realized master broadcast. The Sun has a channel, every ‘heavenly’ body does. If you put in the time and effort, you will locate the stations and always remember that “success is speedy for the energetic.” Trauma and shock, as well as Grace can also instantaneously make it possible for you to hear in Beyond Dolby. They got some good headphones and earbuds around and you can pay a lot for some of them but nothing beats the acoustic setup inside your head, already wired for sound and light.
It’s all good if you are good and if it doesn’t seem that way right now, simply continue on and it will be, the same way when you prime a pump, rusty – dirty water comes out first but it clears up after awhile and at that point you can even take your hand off the pump and the water will keep on flowing.
The ineffable is RIGHT THERE. Sure there are sound checks and rehearsals, there’s some amount of schooling required and experience is a must. Where do you get that experience if you’ve never had any experience? You’ll figure it out or somebody will whisper the way in your inner ear. And on that note; why not a little more gratitude where it really belongs.
End Transmission…….



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