StoryArk

aquarian



speed limits

Grist

Depends what you're looking at... sure looks like a hydro-powered water wheel lens capable of spinning up a bunch of turbines.

Brown

Later that day it turned out that ideas sometimes were left as ideas. This conclusion was drawn after playing a game of cards with someone of ill standing. By ill standing I mean someone who was both standing and ill. Not physically ill, mind you. Mentally ill. The kind of ill which is not readily apparent. Able to dress normal enough. Act normal enough. Eat, drink, work and walk normal enough. This is the kind of thing you learn about someone after meeting them in the morning. Sun is out, shining, everything fresh and nice. Not the kind of time of day you expect to have to be on guard. Unless you are in prison. Which on one hand you may be, or on another you may not be.

Unfortunately due to the state of the economy this story has been interrupted so that I may bend my considerable will and attentions to full-time worrying. Its expected that things will get worse before they get better. Its expected that things will get better before they get worse. That said, there will be ample opportunity to panic, hyperventilate, bail-out, take on a 3rd job, lose your health benefits, turn gay and have an abortion all before noon. Provided your first job happens to be at Starbucks so you can use your health benefits. Remember those may go away due to either the general state of the economy or because of your sexual preferences. So have a latte, storm out of that place, retrain, retool and get yourself a rewarding, high-paying job where upward advancement is not only possible but highly likely in... information technology today. In a few short months we'll teach you all you need to know to be globally competitive. A free 3' x 4' cardboard box and instruction on slum-building and sustainable living below the poverty line is provided to you at no extra charge. To show how educated and serious we are in sharing this superior knowledge with you a pro tip is offered no strings attached.

Pro tip: Place cardboard living structure on low traffic side-streets away from parks, civic centers or large streets which may be be frequented by individuals causing civil unrest during unlawful public gatherings or assemblies.

Retuned to Sender

@ is odd. at, each, self-addressed temporal postcards.

meet @11.30pm, .75 cents @, astralric@address-to-me.

@ moment @ now refers@self.

To: "a"
From: "a"
Subject: excuse to blockquote
^D
^D

Or simply, everything is now. Addressed, returned to you.

Bicycle Song

Whiskey to cover the pain from being run over.
Tango maybe you'll dance it again, someday.
Foxtrot nobody laughs at this.

Seriosly though techno is dangerous. Assulting the senses in the morning to wakup with it may result in the unexpected. Liek almost being hit by the first responder firetruck.

Fractions

1/3 taken from above.



1/3 taken from below.

alllermerain

This is one whacked up planet man.

There are some which are chill, others which are orderly, some which are uptight and chaotic. This one though, it's totally got this other thing going on.

Watches with diamonds on them? Please. Tell me that isn't ironic in the slightest. That one day when after that arch was sculpted which read 'This Too Shall Pass' was a pretty nice day. Other than the weather, which wasn't. Those watches are like that same thing, though unless I'm mis-judging something they are not ment to be droll, intellectual and philosophically trendy. Rather, just really impressive and immortal. Which they are not, in the scheme of things.

Even that whole deal with the time and clock/watch thing may is ironic after all.

The best guess is that carbon=dating, lattices, molecular resonance and revolutions around the sun create this field or ironicalness which encompasses the viewer and then makes them view things differently. Like what happens after having a nasty bout with licking poison toad frogs on a stick.

loa

level of assurance

Terminus

This one time Ponce DeLeon and I were standing around in this gully in some god forsaken little place with nice shrubs and few scraggly trees when something unexpected happened.

You'd expect a course of events to lead to another sequence of things which became a chain. In this case you would have guess incorrectly. In this case nothing of the sort happened.

There was a light breeze at the time you see. Nearly 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Late, but not so late that you'd just pitch camp just anywhere. Not nearly that late as of yet. Just soft light, a few mosquitoes, crunchy yellowed grass and several birds chirping somewhere out of sight in one of the trees.

Thereupon, by happenstance or chance it happened. The unexpected of course. After a time we both looked at each other, then at the skies --taking in the brooding rain-clouds upon the distant horizon. After that we rode on through the night. Never once looking back, left nor right. Simply onward and forward.

Tangerine

Fruit is a funny thing.

It is like society. The outside wraps and protects the good parts.
There is weather, bacteria, insects and all kinds of animals
trying to just get at the good part. Their our soldiers, artists,
scientists, hackers, and more.

Yet, the outside also advertises and attacts for the good part.
There is a good or bad scent to suit your tastes, and colors to match.

Inside, the good part contains seed. To start all over again in a new place and time.

Come hither and now leave, with a parting gift.

Man you're such a squirrel.

Knowledge is trees.

Raglan

Ahura Mazda

Base ten is odd, it's like air. Nobody thinks about it much. Explaining that even though the number of digits didn't increase but the value did and it done blowed up your shiny computor is the lose. It is like the same thing like when base sixty and time comes up. What you say? Base sixty, huh. Yeah, time for a sammich. Why you do that is odd. Odd is precisely the point though. One hand is five. Counting up the next is six. Six is the first time duality, both hands and helping come up. Before that you can put in all in one hand. Things are simple. Six though, thats two hands and all mystical, everything changes psychologically, physically and on and on when you got two players in the game versus just the one. Course six isn't that cool until you multiply by ten and get base 60. Then you're onto something huge. Except I just made it all up. Except not. It just works that way.

This other thing. The one about being in a stadium and having the invisible guy turn to say hello, and check this out. Then watching him do the ghost dance... literally... if you could see where he came from in a recent incarnation. That's the thing feathers are a nice touch. Which of course you know what's coming next and then the highly improbable happens right before 50,000 people who've no idea that just a moment ago something pretty funny went down right there, yet totally unseen. The whole thing is just amazingly dumb luck. Except its not, its not even a trick. It is simply a dance, a wave, then a result in the physical world. We may be spirits in a physical world, but what is the physical in the spirit world. Maybe it even breaks a code to say. Though that was kind of the point. A wink, a wave, a kind of yo, check THIS out... for accolades. Which in turn means to due your part you've got to pass it on. Kinda like if you cheat a haunting type ghost by not getting freaked out and scared and passing it onto others. Its your job. Be scared. Be impressed. Be impressed and scared. Either way they are coming to getcha. Question is, will it be the doctors, or the dead.

FYI: The sun. Is shining.

Captain Omerica

Fitting where at the end of the day.

Mostly tricky like witches fitting into the ending an era.

Tight fitting like religion, politics, fame, war and pure rapture

Apparently it is only fitting that this go at the end of the line.

Fireside

Toaster strudel doesn't make much sense. Microwave toaster strudel does. In the race to the bottom you need to get there first. Who knows what kind of great shiny things and glory await should you arrive just a few seconds sooner. Maybe in an ironic world getting there sooner means you've arrived at the strudel factory just in time to make more strudel. The toaster kind. Higher margins, more room for unions, paid vacations, health care and the like. Not like those poor schmucks working across the street in the microwave toaster strudel factory. Illegals, no minimum wage, holidays, PTO, nothing. Just super fast strudel, super fast. Though what this has to do with a fireside chat only you may know. Certainly it evades reason. Cognitive linkages even. What it really could be is that the hearth and meeting place, a place to commune, has moved, disappeared and reappeared to reside anew elsewhere. The place which defines and pushes back the edge of the dark, the unknown itself is unknown in a world without basis. Which in of itself explains why microwave toaster strudel is required in order to speed up the frantic search for self while gagging on a pastry.

Oh dear god, raccoons. in. the. yard. again. Time to get a torch and yell.

Fire & Nice

Don't worry anymore. Fear is a temporal thing. In the moment it really isn't a reality. The future, the past hold fear or loathing. Now, there isn't such a thing.

Have you seen the light? Being less than 20 seconds and a shade away from death isn't that crazy. What's crazy is not knowing that you're always there. It's simply a matter of how obviously it's staring you in the face. Death's got your face. What I want to know and he knows is when the time goes, and you go.

The bands always playing. Sometimes you're at the show, other times not.

So no, it's not scary. It's reality. You deal, land and move on. It's like my new sky-friend said... you started thinking, you stopped flying.

Then Jim for whom Normandy was but a moment ago says where does the time go each month in the sky.

Reserve Ride

No, not today. Shaking before having a full cup of coffee. There is time to wait --that's for sure. Those 3-4 seconds are an eternity, almost over in an instant.

raft

graft is to blame. heya... time for more of the same. so there is a raft in the kitchen. why it's flying the jolly roger remains unseen. despite this the way to the fridge appears navigable. veering to the northwest in order to find passage the way will be replete with unseen dangers. wrinkles upon the rug, breadcrumbs, dead bilge-rats to name but a few. should the way be won the return is no less perilous. laden with dairy, vegetable and meat goods movements and responses will be slowed. beware the pirates of the nook. nearly last year there was this incident with newly backed ginger-snap cookies which could have amounted to an international incident and resulted in the invasion of Libya. then it turned out that the pirates were not of the mediterranean variety and were more of the meditative tax-imposing kind --intent upon setting up a client-state for wealth and prestige. good thing they were set straight once the whole concept of legalized gambling on Indian land was brought up. Up to the point where the confusion arose as to the difference between native americans and native indians. Sub-continents aren't quite as intuitive as might be guessed. thereby the trash never was taken out and the fridge door left ajar. small things to be sure, yet cataclysmic in the end as the rampant confusion between the source of the malodorous stench resulted in a wholescale mutiny followed by the creation of another pirate raft in the kitchen. next thing you know it's like the gates of Heracles in there. The only way being straight on through until morning.

doppler

wind isn't something you see, you know.
like that doppler radar type thing they got going nowadays, it's about quantification of the relativistic change.
it's got sail-boats and kites, yet it leaves one wondering.

snap

godspeed, vermin.