Monday, April 17, 2017

Slow Dancing with the Zine Queens, on into the Immeasurable Light.

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I guess we can file most everything these days under, “You can't make this shit up.” The number one social justice, vaudeville sodomy routine has been on the Billboard Top 100 for years now. You know that the hits are just going to keep on coming. The lack of humor in the attempt for humor is like holding neo-liberal Barbie underwater at a preschool swimming pool; no bubbles, no laughter, just cringing embarrassment at the sight of it, falling flat on its smiley face ass. I could not write something this bad. It takes a very 'special' lack of talent, way south of retarded to compose something like that.

It is happening in a step by step fashion. The point of this is that the craziness is much less noticeable. You're given a brief period of accommodation. It's a sort of stutter stagger, drunk and hanging on the lamppost, near hurling vertigo thing that takes up all your attention and you can't remember how you managed to drive home, or if you did and 'where's my car, Dude?” Actually is is more like a 'where's my life, who am I? What happened to everybody? How come people are so incredibly dim? They all have this look like that of a stunned ox. What do you get when everyone is dancing to a different drummer and it's the same drummer (there's something... something about the shape of his head) and he sounds like this?

I don't want to sound complaining but... I guess I do. I don't want to sound judgmental but... I guess I am. I don't want to sound like that drummer and where I happen to also be the drums but... I do. It's not pretty but it is what it is. It's like a flamenco dancer on Quaaludes and cheap wine and his partner is a Zine Queen. I couldn't find a reference in the search engines for 'zine queens'. This is what we called the women in a mental institution I was in. They were the chronic schizophrenics who were on large regular doses of Thorazine and you would see them at the monthly dances where they would shuffle across the floor, their eyes perpetually down as they searched for cigarette butts. They would pick them up and then shuffle (that old Thorazine Shuffle) to an attendant who would light it for them. There might be a drag left, sometimes even two. Thorazine Kings would dance with them, something from Motown playing in the background. It was one of the saddest things I had ever seen. I wasn't crazy, I just couldn't fit in. There was no room in the goldfish bowl for a fish like me, one with an eye in the center of his forehead. It scared the other fish who would collectively dart in one direction or another every time that eye blinked. It's still blinking. They're still darting. The walls of the institution have expanded until they contain the entire world and you can't tell which side of it you are on except for the Spanish subtitles.

We put the Zine Queen link in, and which has no relative context, because of the touching dialogue about cruelty free leather. The rest of the site is somewhere between a Jughead comic and Wittgenstein's “Aesthetics and Philosophy.” If you want a double patty real bullshit burger you can do no better than this. Here's the first line from a review on the offering; “Although universally recognized as one of the greatest of modern philosophers (groan, sigh...). Wittgenstein's work in aesthetics has been unjustly neglected. (insert uproarious laughter here).” You'll note that the review is hosted on a site with a web address that includes Plato and Stanford. How Wittgenstein has any connection to Plato is beyond me. I always think of Wittgenstein as being Kandinsky's Siamese twin.

Here is the state of modern art in present day occupied Germany. Here is the state of contemporary music which is no longer music. Here is the state of modern television. Here is the state of modern cinema. Is it any wonder that society is now composed of rejects from the (original) Adam's Family? AND this is ALL being engineered!

The West and the East are both taking a swan dive into a burbling hog lagoon. There is this condition that happens during times of material darkness. We become obsessed with glitter and the shine of the false light to the extent that we do not realize the most prominent force acting upon us and that is FEAR. So it is that we burrow. We dig into the material murk to hide ourselves within it. We seldom know this is what we are doing. We are deeply, spiritually uneasy, as we should be but we confuse the fear with the drive of appetite and the compulsion of desire. Like moths to a flame we are drawn into the vortex of attraction but it scares the shit out of us because we know something is not right and it can't end well, somewhere in the mist that always forms around the future ...because the future is not set in stone. It is not something you can say will be any particular way because the wheel is still in spin and we are co creators with the ineffable, whether by opposition to ...or in concert with. It's one thing on an individual basis and another thing altogether with the exponential collective. This is why the representation of Love and Unity are so critically important. We can neutralize the negativity that is the product of the agents of the dark side.

Love and Unity are symbiotic. Love generates Unity and creates a matrix like an invisible bundle of wooden sticks which cannot be broken by hand, where one stick might easily be snapped in two. Out of this bundle of sticks comes a unity as each of us, sharing in a common mindset, add to the integrity of the whole. Love can be felt and exercised effectively, even if it is not understood. Love not understood can create understanding. It's one of those working conundrums. You might not get how a car is started in consideration of all the parts that interact to bring it to that active state ...but you know turning the key will make it happen.

This is the age of Brotherhood and Love is the key ingredient that will bring it about. Love manifests kinship between those who may be dissimilar in aspect and attitude but who share a common vulnerability to Love. Love makes us both vulnerable and seemingly invulnerable because it makes us fearless. Somehow we know that Love is a continuum brought forth by the ineffable, which runs directly to the human heart. Though we may not self consciously accept it, something deep within us knows that God and Love are interchangeable. One might say that Love is the initial extension of the ineffable into form and experience. Perhaps form is not a precise identifier but it is true that Love brings many items into form and one of them could we be you and I and certainly is once it has had its way with us.

Love has octaves of being... from the rutting stag to the praying saint in the ecstasy of union with itself, after a mysterious fashion. One can well say that passion is a possible expression of love at whatever the level that it operates from may say it is. Certainly Michelangelo felt a kind of passion and Al Goldstein felt another kind of passion, where Love had been perverted or distorted into an ill made and inaccurate simulacrum of itself. Love, whatever the particular tenor of any extension of it may be, is an authentic statement of whatever we are at any given moment in time. The more Love is expressed through any of us, the more it adds to its own facility and power to express, thereby existing in a form of perpetual evolution that can be as fast or as slow as whatever our intensity or lack of intensity demands of it; keeping in mind that Love will eventually demand everything of us and that is as it should be and how we most desperately want it to be, regardless of our inability to comprehend that prior to the descent of the all consuming drive to have it made so in us.

We are not speaking from some highly placed bully pulpit. We are not saying these things because they sound all noble and reflect well on the one who says them. We say them because they are undeniably and indisputably true. We say it because we have exhausted every other option of possibility in existence. Everything to every side of Love is a wasteland of no real value and this is what anyone will discover in the pursuit of it and the lesson learned is that it cannot be acquired or raised to its greatest level of expression until every other thing in the surrounding wasteland has been seen for what it is, some irrelevant distraction that looms as an obstacle in the way of true meaning.

Love is considerably more than Love seems, as we have understood it to this point and at no time has anyone grasped the depth or extent of Love, nor will anyone EVER do so. Each of us will comprehend it to the degree of our capacity to do so and no one of us has the same capacity nor should we feel diminished or exalted by this fact because all of us will be transported to states so far beyond anything we had previously imagined that the very idea of competition with one another will be erased from our hearts and minds forever. Once real Love gets its hooks into you, you are effectively lost to anything else. There will be no peace otherwise to be found and once found no conflict will be allowed entry. Love transmutes everything into itself. It changes the vibrationary rate of anything into a single resonance and is the means and manner by which lead is turned into gold.

This is no easy acquisition. So very few are up for the challenge of being rendered into an endless reservoir of Love but... that time will come. That time will come as the final fruit of all the impotent follies that led to nothing at all. It will come when all other things have been discarded in respect of it. It will come. It is our destiny for it to be born and come to flower in us. When it will happen cannot be determined but it can be accelerated through real determination, with faith and certitude as its boon companions. There is nothing that cannot be accomplished if these three great friends attend you on your way. With the ineffable at the central core of your being, these three great friends will be flooded with light and illuminate the darkness until it has been driven beyond the borders of sight.

Love with all the force of being you can muster. Strive as if there were nothing else and there will be nothing else.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Trump is the Guidon for the Bataan Death March of the Shmoos

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Well, it's official. Trump is a sold out same old same old, iron pyrite star, destined for the compost heap of history. It's what I expected, sad to say but... I was hopeful. It was my intention to take a wait and see position. I felt like I owed him that and I felt like I owed his supporters that. Used to be I didn't give people a break in these positions because they were usually bought and paid for by the time they got there or... they didn't get there. Trump was in the unpredictable role of usurper. He had a chance, a slim one to make a difference, here on the precipice of managed chaos. As the world flamed with the Soros migrant crisis, built for the destruction of Europe, here in the United States a culture war is being waged, aided and abetted by the American Noahide Court system and the Zionista transformation of the educational infrastructure into a propaganda factory and Political Correctness mill; not to mention the programming of the entertainment/music and art industry under the control of the same Zionistas, who are only differentiated from the long gone Comancheros by the outfits they wear.

You could see it coming when Michael Flynn got beheaded by the reptile spy consortium. Then Bannon had to take a back seat to slum lord, Jared Kushner, who is the present day Rahm Emmanuel, Mossad operative, back seat driver. He's a king of the shitheap, legend in the making. If you needed any further proof that the Satanic Banker Meme has all the main stage players sewn up, then... what is happening is living proof of the marching orders given to the battalions of the walking dead, it's right there in front of you; for the purpose of demonstration. Usury has always been the primary drumbeat that sent most of the cultures on a downward spiraling Bataan Death March. Depending on which version of history you are informed by, you either know this or you are rank and file marching into indentured slavery with the rest of the Shmoos.

I told myself I was not coming back here, I feared precisely what I see and it bodes no good for those of us who have been muscled away from the trough by real life Mason Verger pigs. Strangely enough, I was compelled to go and by the usual mysterious workings of the ineffable. On the heels of my departure, Europe was invaded by Soros empowered jihadi migrants and anyone who hasn't read about Sweden and the camps in Calais, as well as too numerous to mention other locations, is uninformed or sucked in by Soros financed lies, funneled through the occupied media.

Maybe it's not such a good idea to be here but... where would one go in the world these days? In any case, one either has faith in the ineffable or one does not. If one has a tested and enduring faith in the ineffable there is no bad place to be. The ineffable permeates everything and everything is made from some permutation of the ineffable and rules it from within and without. There has never been a more succinct description of the workings of the ineffable that what is stated on The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus;

“True, without falsehood, certain and most true, that which is above is as that which is below, and that which is below is as that which is above, for the performance of the miracles of the One Thing. And as all things are from One, by the mediation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation. The Sun is its father, the Moon its mother, and the Wind carries it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth. This is the father of all perfection, or consummation of the whole world. Its power is integrating, if it be turned into earth.

Thou shalt separate the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, suavely, and with great ingenuity. It ascends from earth to heaven and descends again to earth, and receives the power of the superiors and of the inferiors. So thou hast the glory of the whole world; therefore let all obscurity flee before thee. This is the strong force of all forces, overcoming every subtle and penetrating every solid thing. So the world was created. Hence were all wonderful adaptations, of which this is the manner. Therefore am I called Hermes Trismegistus, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world. What I have to tell is completed, concerning the Operation of the Sun.”

Anyone who rightly comprehends what is said, as well as implied, here, knows all that can be known about the ancient mysteries, including alchemy and any other esoteric science. Given the mysterious (to most) relationship between the conscious and subconscious mind, some portion of which is alluded to on The Emerald Tablet, let me say that one who understands this and knows how to harmonize the interplay between them will lack for nothing, either materially or spiritually... ever.

It would behoove any mind of perspicacious capacity to recognize that the characters on the world stage are the same as playing cards. They are, in most cases, caricatures and cartoons and are enabled by the grand enabler to perform for the purpose of demonstration. Each of the trends that we see which appear and disappear on the world stage also come about for the purpose of demonstration and as expressions of time sensitive challenges to see what the caricatures have to say about them and what the world population can be coerced into believing is so about them. In times of material darkness, there is an emphasis on sexual practices. When the population can be convinced of the legitimacy of any of them there are new trends that work to program the human mind into becoming a support system for whatever that orchestrated trend might be. Then you get remarkably curious individuals like this who play their 'real life' characters in television shows. Normality is a fluid trend that is incrementally manipulated until it becomes completely integrated into the culture. Eventually you are looking at some variation of Brave New World.

Along the way, anyone employing the critical mind in regard to these manufactured realities discovers that such an activity is a career destroyer. Most already know this and there is no problem at all for them to jump on the overcrowded bandwagon in support of whatever the dark side media has put the Good Housekeeping stamp of approval on. These days, if it is about the destruction of the family unit or any form of orchestrated depravity it has the full weight of the Satanists behind it.

How is it that Trump has lost all credibility with me? He launched an attack against the Syrian government at the behest of the Zionistas who want Putin and Russia neutralized and Syrian balkanized with Iran put in the cross-hairs. Like I said, it's the same old same old. It seemed like Trump had good intentions. He was doing the right thing with the Tranny Bathroom Issue. He seemed to be working to counter the Russian hysteria being generated out of Zio-financed think tanks, neo-con talking heads and Crass Media. Almost overnight he has done an about face, at least where it concerns Russia.

Russia is not going to back off. It is now a matter of whether cooler heads will prevail or whether we can once again be pushed into aggressions for the profit of bankers and the military industrial complex. We've seen what happened in Afghanistan, Iraq. Libya ...and is ongoing in other locations at this very moment. Horror follows horror and there is a terrible agenda behind it all. The truly evil among us are hard at work to see their malicious intentions realized and though they are not alone in this effort, the Israelis who made 9/11 happen are right in the middle of it again. Until something is done about Israel, there will be no peace. They set up that country as a sovereign nation with Rothschild banker money so that they could put a legal imprimatur upon relentless mass murder. Some would have you believe that The Vatican is behind it all. That's a load of horseshit. I do not doubt the Vatican's involvement in dirty work around the planet. There are a number of Satanic Evil Mills in the world and all of them are either in an uneasy alliance or at cross purposes with one another.

Trump has my sympathy and given that this is an apocalypse and that the ineffable is fully in charge, anything can happen. For the moment, he's a feckless tool, or effectively impersonating one. We shall see what we shall see. In the meantime, my good friends, take heart and know that the big picture is too large for anyone to see it completely. Know that the ineffable lives in every true heart, to the degree that he is permitted to and thereby works his wonders each day through his chosen instruments. Seek to be one of those instruments. Pay no mind to what others may do, this is not your concern. Your concern is to serve as you go, in every small way, that perpetually appears in front of each one of us. If one is open hearted their eyes are open as well and they are then able to see these opportunities and act on them.

In these times of extreme spiritual trial, may you be one of the lights of our time. Reach deeply into your heart and find the strength and inspiration to rise to the occasion. We are not all called to perform before the eyes of the world but we are all charged with expressing brotherhood and compassion wherever and whenever we might do so. Do not think that even small acts of kindness are any less valuable than great miracles are. The ineffable is watching. The ineffable is watching through your eyes and sees everything you see. This why no act that one might feel is done in total secrecy is missed by the all seeing eyes of the divine.

Should you prove yourself in any small way, you will surely be called to demonstrate on a larger scale. I assure you of this. The ineffable needs all the help he can get. If you are reading these words he is reaching out to you. Let love be your guide. Let the flame be kindled and it will consume you utterly.


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Saturday, April 1, 2017

My Name is Rachel Dolenzal and I Approve these Monstrous Lies.

'And the media approves my bullshit.' You can watch the madness climb the walls like ivy on brick. You can see the gardeners in their 3 piece suits fertilizing the landscape with the most sincere extension of themselves; that part of them that is no longer part of them but that is the most authentic part of them. They mold and shape it by hand. They serve it as pate. The laminate it. They exhibit it in Lucite. They honor and worship it; not unlike the humble Indian in Tiruvannamalai , washing a stone stature of Ganesha. Except for the absence of humanity, integrity and sincere love they are the same in their fixed admiration for what the sculpture celebrates. The one sculpture is of stone or clay and the other is formed out of excrement The only other difference is that one came out of the heart and another came out of the ass.

I am Rachel Dolenzal and I approve this bullshit!

'I'm Rachel Dolenzal and I really need to write this book. I am a real character in my own comic book. I'm Rachel Dolenzal and I would say I'm a pan-African, pro-Black, bisexual, mother, activist, artist, you know that's like too long. So trans-Black is quicker.'

24 carat unadulterated USDA prime bullshit- In a 2012 article written about her titled “A Radical Mongrel,” Dolezal included being Jewish in her racial mix (she's Jewish too!!!! What a trifecta!). which caused the author to write: “Dolezal is a rainbow. African-American, Native American, German, Czech, Swedish, Jewish and Arabic, she is a poster child for diversity in all of its aspects. “I have been raped and abused, experienced domestic violence, hate crimes, abandonment and tragedy in various forms (bullshit),” she says. “I am a fighter and survivor but I don’t just survive in order to exist. I strive to live life on my own creative terms, without fear, and with the greatest degree of freedom and love possible. (bullshit)” Following that, she threw a Granny Smith apple over the concertina wire and the animated zombie corpse of Eli the Weasel caught it and took a bite. Then the serpent in the branches grabbed his stomach and fell to the ground with a vicarious bellyache.

I was lying in bed the other morning and in a half dreaming, half awake state; a lot like lucid dreaming, I was thinking about this and I heard a voice coming from somewhere below me. I could not make out what was being said. I sat up on the bed and then I could hear better but it was still unintelligible. I leaned over, the way you do went you are performing situps. I suddenly could hear what was being said! I felt my penis stiffening and as it did the voice became louder and louder and it was then that I heard it in all the raw fury and conviction that it was intended to be; “I identify as Excalibur!!!. There was no mistaking it! I heard, “I am Excalibur! ...and Rachel Dolenz is not my sheath! I am the sword that was pulled from the stone!”

Let me clarify this whole ordeal. What I mean is to clarify it, as it appears in my understanding. I make no claims as to getting the picture with a globe spanning accuracy of comprehension, especially since I maintain that 'the truth is at right angles to everything else.' Here is how it seems to me; Materialism has manifested to such a degree that it is now the ubiquitous lens through which the largest majority of us sees existence. Materialism sets us all against each other. It is the origin of the 'dog eat dog' construct, as well as, “every man for himself” and 'you got to look out for number one'; hoping you don't step in Number 2 at the same time.

As can be noted, from 'my perspective', we are all being set against each other and this accounts for the rage of imbeciles racing toward the stage in search of their fifteen minutes. It doesn't matter that they have nothing to say ...when they get there and possess no talent to justify their being there. All that matters is to get there. The Kardashian's have proven once again what H.L Mencken said, “

No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American middle class.” I'm going to give you a little gift today. Here you will find a cornucopia of Mencken quotes and be much improved thereby. He was called the 'American Nietzsche'. Many of you who come here are lovers of the truth and value integrity as highly as I do. As a result I believe you are really going to enjoy what Mencken had to say. I've digressed but it's all relevant. Mencken certainly saw through it.

Because of Materialism, the foundations of so many former beliefs; the enduring symbols and scriptures, as well as the infrastructure are crumbling away. Our moral compass has gone haywire and all things perverse are elevated to a near religious stature because... this profits the material scheme and certain dark and vested interests make money and... more importantly, gain power over the minds of the people susceptible to their blandishments. They are in that position which confers the power that lies provide to lead those who are weak, stupid, confused and excited (by the possibilities provided) into perdition ...but they are no less deluded than the ones they influence and believe that they will be rewarded by 'The Father of Lies' for their service on his behalf.

This is why we are now honored with a relentless tsunami of things like Iggy Azalea's Mo Bounce (second image down)... as well as the projectile vomit of reality TV, the horrific physical condition of a frighteningly large segment of Americans, along with the epidemic of poor health, brought about by degenerate lifestyles and a suicidal diet; could you imagine something like this happening in a sane society? Keep in mind that the website where that article appears is by the day engaged in crimes against reality more egregious than what they report on. Here is another example of how hypnotically enslaved we are (especially the young). I have stood on my porch and watched streams of teenage girls riding at a good speed down the road while thumb-humping their cellphones. It is surreal!!! On youtube there are videos of people falling into pits and all manner of unfortunate incidents because of cellphone addiction; don't believe me? Here you go and there is far more than this. There is page after page of it. This qualifies as tragicomic where I come from. I'd share where that is with you but I am unable to remember the location or I would have headed back there a long time ago.

So... my point is/was; because of Materialism degenerating into its latter stages of intensity, all of those archetypes that grounded the appearances of reality are in tensile crisis mode. The icons of the past are being concealed under the superimposition of banal, nonsensical, cartoon avatars; a few days later it's like they've always been there. “Oceania was at war with Eurasia; therefore Oceania had always been at war with Eurasia.”

Meanwhile, under the heading of “Looking for Love in all the Wrong Places.” We have what we MUST UNDERSTAND is legitimate and sincere romance in search of opportunity wherefore-ever it may be found and in some places, until recently, it was 'ready Freddy' 24/7. Surely an enlightened society would have no problem with something like this. Counterpointing that is the frightening logic of the dedicated whore, who believes that blood is the finest sexual lubricant that can be employed when engaging in genocidal target practice on those who have nowhere to go because their living space has been usurped by those who kill without conscience.

Here is an example of someone else saying the same thing differently. In any case, the world is changing at a clip greater than it seems to be; like, “objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.” Overall it is more and more a travesty upon what is being claimed, meaning that liberty is now license, just as freedom transforms into slavery and war is a compassionate weapon for peace. The language being employed by twisted, soft bellied academics is chosen for its learned sensitivity to the needs of the disenfranchised. Secreted behind the vacuous facade is a treacly reasoning that is generated out of an invidious darkness. If you repeat something over and over, people accommodate to what they hear; especially when it comes with the imprimatur of the crass media reporting it. Add to that the most important dimension, which is that those who react negatively to these heinous lies are slandered and marginalized; also denied a platform to declaim them from ...unless they have already been turned and operate as controlled opposition like Alex Jones and those pilot fish in his wake, or who are considered ripe for turning, due to certain weaknesses that have been noted and for which moments have been earmarked in the future ...for them to act on these weaknesses and be videotaped in the commission of them.

I apologize, my dear friends, for subjecting you to all of these examples of an empire in free-fall. The good news is that you can just cruise right by them as some number do, or fail to find these locations in the first place because of the aforementioned marginalization and blacklisting. On the other hand, it is my job to call attention to these unfortunate goings on; sometimes more than once, as is the case with Mo Bounce. I would hate to think that someone might have missed the opportunity to see it and enjoy the young girls dancing to the spectacle.

I need to once again repeat a few considerations that you have all heard before ...but which are the cardinal source of strength for all of us. The ineffable is ALL POWERFUL. We live and breathe in an expression of timeless performance art, directed by the ineffable. When you are caught up in the thrall of the movie of the moment, it is understandable that one is more or less easily deceived into believing that they live on a stage set, where two powers of equal force war against each other. No such equal powers exist. There is one power which manifests in every conceivable form and format, for the purpose of demonstration. The result is that one is either imprisoned in a cage of their own creation because they did not stand guard at the gateway of their mind, or they have come to recognize that there is nothing one can accomplish here except to lead by example. On that road, one door opens every time another door closes behind them. There are many permutations of Pied Piper in this forest, where the trees cannot easily be seen. Rely on that measureless reservoir within and every agent and agency of darkness will melt away. When you are truly free there is nothing which can arrest or confine you and even if the appearance of this should occur, once again, it will be for the purpose of demonstration.

Love is the most powerful force in all the universe. It is the magic carpet upon which the gods themselves ride and both are composed of the same substance. God's may appear to be radically different. Some aspects are frightening and some benevolent. This is all due to the usual divided mind, which sees them as something other than what they essentially are... sees them as projections of the mind defined within the parameters of whatever their idea of good and evil might be. Only a fool seeks to define the ineffable. Be of good heart and sound character and the ineffable will define himself within. Possess a humble and contrite heart and you have prepared a residence for the divine who will be well disposed to dwell there. The animated ignorance of the world and all the drunken clowns and jesters who dance within it are no concern of yours. They are each acting out the steps that take them to the destiny of whatever that tango or rumba amounts to.

Love without ceasing. Let your heart speak the words, “I love you” every morning upon awakening. Let these words be whispered out of the cloister of your heart throughout each day. Let them be the final words you speak as you lay in your bed awaiting sleep (boy the rhymes keep sneaking in here and there of their own accord). Let love be your anchor and the wind that fills your sails and you will be carrying starlight home in bottomless pails. Stand guard at the gateway of your mind. Let love fill and flood your heart and overflow its banks and turn the whole of your world into a fertile delta and let that flower in such perpetuating beauty that you are left speechless in a silence more profound and... there he left it until the next time around.


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There will be a radio vlog broadcast and a Spontaneous as well, sometime this weekend, far as I can tell (grin).