A think tank of infinite dispersal

Open Duh:

A think tank of infinite dispersal, 3 rocks from the sun. There are more stars on the fallen beach than the innocent pedestrian you mock. They come in the form of grains of sand. However, there are more beings on this earth than there ever has been at the moment, we just pump them out spewing out the flesh morsels each one experiencing the same exact thing, the word used to describe such a thing: life. You live within your own dot and what encompasses you is at your own disposal fore you bring it into existence multi-pole ways. We all do the pond thing within fact the pruned skin is irreversible we’re all drenched submersed within our own dot.

The beauty is how many. We take 8 and multiply this by CWP: 6,948,130,001 and climbing so this number by the time it reaches you is diddly in comparison to the now which is future but its already past = 55,585,040,008. That’s Fifty five billion, five hundred eighty five million, 40 thousand and eight, 8s or dots or spheres or boulders or blips or personal perspective bias information filters slash ejaculators. Firstly but not one well I guess its all the same for these purposes. You are an infinite possibility generator. As you pondirt (the amphibious mixture) about your own life and events that have built you or the myriad possibilities you have yet to stumble but plan on executing the bias comes from the conditioning…you have your own beginning and end in mind the possibilities one creates for them selves is infinite and yet when another dot or human is involved again infinite yet different.

One does not just end up at the current position with out knowing how they got there and the future is the same, a goal or position or destination is desired so you formulated a line in which take you to your desired position. One is aware of the myriad paths they could travel down to take them to other destinations or positions of social status and could very well end up at them if one should choose. But alas we find our selves at our current position not knowing how we got here…although the line was self constructed…we’ve bent and manipulated time to get here but the hunger does not stop there the future is so much newer so why wouldn’t we fantasize over it and lust to be somewhere we aren’t. But if you do not know how you got here then we you not already here to begin with and if you will just end up there with out knowing how you got there then are you not already there. Ah there’s the rub we chose to forget. 21 years this i has chosen to keep him self on this planet and yet it seems like yesterday it split its chin open on its mothers bed corner 7 multiplied by 2 stitches. How have 5 weeks of this semester already pasted, this time thing is irrelevant. The future and past are experienced with in the present as soon as one thinks about the current moment it was just the future but now past. Was now past. Was now past. Was now past. Was now past. Was now past. Was now past. Future Present Past. So why should projecting oneself into the future be so different. You have to do your laundry on Monday you tell yourself on Saturday so isn’t it already done? Does it come down to wants or needs? Lots of people want to be rich but don’t get it…is there something in there head that they are fabricating that is keeping them from doing so? Does the divine all encompassing soul of the universe that Emerson mentions have a particular role for everyone so that it as one can consider every infinite that is separated by flesh? Yes. This is not to say that we do not have free will. The only lack of free will that we have is birth and death (unless taken into ones own hands but this is a topic that really throws things off). So our positions in life as far as the rudimentary basics are pre-established. One was once a dot of indeterminate size all things considered all things conserved the perpetual machine instincts kicked in and one grew a tail or a line adding another dimension, maybe space was already ubiquitous at this point and other dots were present the line that grew was reaching out for other dots. Every dot in space did this simultaneously. One line per dot was not the case. Each dot sensed all other dots and lines erupted from all dots for a connection with all dots this took up space, as you could imagine, all the ubiquitous space that was previously present was not replaced by dot spew age in line form. Everything was one because every dot connecting made another “one” but that within it self is separation…they’ve unified just to be separate because as one could again imagine space does not just get taken up or replaced, the law of conservation of matter, nothing is created or destroyed just altered and therefore transmuted into an alternate form. So when the space was replaced by dot line spew and they evolved together the space that was space will be squeezed out making another separate entity of two total. Now there’s two spheres sitting in space but what space obviously a high plane that could was not able to be previously experienced and now your amongst many other dots again and perhaps the same thing happens more lines more connections more objects made of smaller objects just to be apart of some larger object which will be…container contains containers but not with out being contained a prison yes but it doesn’t have to be negative. Right right well well left left wish wish.

Bottom line present within this cyclical nonsense is the need for an end we lust for one so one we shall have but yes well one world: beginend.

So what it’s trying to equate here is the schematic diagram, which is this world. Remember when it used to be flat? And now we experience the third dimension yeah those were goodtimes and now we let’em roll and time is in our perspective currently so the natural progression would be to surpass. We used to be flatlanders now we got “real” units, all from a simple realization; time is not so much different. We already see the undulating snake that is the image of our past and future every time we close our eyes. It’s the linear perspective and vanishing point. What we see again is this: . The path is laid out for you and there in the center is your future. That is a metaphor what it actually is a small section of the “Bink Tine Mines” The center is a reflection of your self “your boulder” or the person you are currently interacting with. You are balanced in-between these two point that act as stalactites and stalagmites. This is the foundation and the visual depiction of our system. One may refer to it as “cosmic spirals” or cosmic what have you, matrix would be more appropriate. Currently we are stagnating. Yes of course we flux and move around in this dimension but that is our vessel. Fore we exist there and here. Stagnant and in flux. This place is very physical but how to interact with such is beyond it at the moment. But the action to take once interaction is granted is definite.

We rock, we boulders, we back and forth. Knock loose gain hold of as we become apart of source. In veins, deplaned, but then the blood circulates. You see when a ball is placed at the top of a half pipe it rolls equidistant to the other side. Once one boulder is knocked loose the rest are, therefore it happens simultaneously. We have always been free are free.

End Duh.

Just Some Exit Wounds and Freed Bees

Freed Bees, be the children, the off-spawn of the kindsight....not to say that the words are kind but probably an a personal interjection of "Thanks for the eye balls MissesStir!" around in a cup.
empty until dranken
empty until drinkin
empty until drank
empty until drink
empty until drunk
empty until drunken

kerplunkin...present on the opposite side of the scale

Children............................................................ExitWounds

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pretty balanced indeed. wouldn't agree?
wouldn't you flea?
why wouldn't you?

it thinks there was a purpose to this but we all laugh at that don't we.

Oh yeah informative:

Executions and Examples. of the inter-rest ejaculated exterior fashion.

Specif-City Click for more acute relevance =

"Allow for a Second Fuzz Evaluating 9.18.09 on 9.20.09"

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"Spelled Ate One (ha: " )"

Straight up of Dis Claim Your

of Disclaimer: Now believe these words because there is no way that this is going to be backed up with extreme amounts of scientific evidence. Simply, (on this page), there will be the culminationtheories and ideas taken from what humans call facts (whether it be scientific, religious, mythological, mathematical, iconographic) and place in a ball mill and mashed and meshed together.

P.s. proof reading is for suckers everything that happens on this page is intentional no matter the conditioned rules that says otherwise. Not by any means saying that my fingers type with acuracy but stating that sometimes words just want to be other things that what they are...kindov like every human on this tiny rock. Number Three! But yes i do use the spell checker...so imagine the mistake post computer approved.

Bink Tine Mines

Open Duh:

The Bink Tine Mines, a place relevant to this reality in fact an all encompassing one.

Due to the fact that as a human we experience this reality with nothing but our own personal bias which has been built upon our past societal and environmental conditioning it would be accurate to say that ones own perspective creates and destroys simultaneously the material world that encompasses oneself. The time spent in ones own head is absolute and inescapable.

However, the "3 pound blood soaked sponge that could surly be used for your dogs breakfast" (to quote Kilgore Trout) is for the most part biologically and chemically consistent from human to human. Whether or not humans are inherently good or evil is not the question at this present moment, but the basic foundation for functioning, the rudimentary and most simplistic patterning of synapse firing, at the core of all conscious species share a common element or core drainage system.

Some may equate this to a collective conscious and by no means should we disagree, whether or not it is possible to "fully" submerse oneself into such a ubiquitous pool of minds to the extent where individuals can interact as they do in the realm of flesh or if we simply disperse into the ether with out the maintaining of individual conscious personally "i" do not know. What is known is that amongst the drain located towards the back of ones skull there is a leakage or escape, "the mind's antipodes" is the label applied by Aldous Huxley in Heaven and Hell. He speaks of a place where one can reseed and become an observer to creatures completely autonomous to one's own imagination, creatures that do not exist in this world and drawl no inspiration from the physical aesthetics of any creatures present on this earth. From time to time (most likely than not) nouns from this planet seep into the antipodes because of the incredible amount of concentration or lack there of, (forgetting owns own person and afflictions) it takes to fully submerse oneself.

What is being proposed again is not the full and permanent separation from this reality for the button has not been pushed let alone located at this point but is the conscious propulsion from mind (in meditation) into a temporal (referring to the duration of time one makes oneself present, fore this habitat is autonomous from human thought, therefore functioning even when one is not present).

But to be more precise and to move on to a more pressing matter what we our addressing here is the bare foundation of this world and the mental world we have been addressing. Firstly when speaking of this world or any other that shares similar properties we notice that what we exist in and navigate through is comprised of four distinct dimensions (these are the ones that consume us and the ones we are most aware of). the 1st: the single point, the 2nd: the line or plain best demonstrated by the x and y axis on a graph, the 3rd: the z axis that breaks the plain creates form, and the 4th: time or the unit of measurement that allows one to graph the movement through space from point a to point b with regards to speed distance and route. These dimensions in there most quintessential form can be demonstrated with a simple diagram of the one point linear perspective:
Consulting this diagram we see that there in the center is the basis of our dimensional reality the vanishing point, the point on the horizon where our vision can no longer recognize imagery or landscape. For our purposes we will call this the "one point" (referring to the actual 1st dimension) and later refer to it as "your boulder". The heavy black lines that extend towards us in space and meet with the corners of the outer most box are not only the second dimension themselves but also simultaneously divide up space and create the 3rd dimension. With these lines displayed in this fashion they work in unison to tell us visually that what we are looking at is a two walled, floored and ceilinged hall way that extends into a possible infinite. This being of the utmost of archtypes to comunicate space, acts as the grounds and foundation for the antipodes we previously mentioned, however, in most experiances (when one is merly enjoying the atmosphere of this autonomous place) the walls and ceiling of this hallway are non-exsistant and are replaced by intricate landscapes with a horizon, atmosphere, and the creatures that inhabit them.

What we are attempting to do is strip away the skin of this environment and observe the raw foundations of its exsistance, being the room or hallway above, with out the restrictions of the walls. Getting to this step is quiet simple and merely takes the invisioning of the image mentally, closing ones eyes and drawing four lines, two from the top of your eyes and two from the bottom so they they meet in the center, a slight crossing of the eyes may be felt often times followed by a slight preasure located in the center of your forehead. (And as cheesy or whathaveyou as this sounds this is the visualization that comes with the third eye. But that would be another topic for discusion.) Also one may note that environment refered to as the minds antipodes could be built on top of this vision however it is not mere imagination (fore imagination implies dictating mental interactions) (although imagination is not so far off and surely provides a basis) and glancing at these things is different than being present within them. But you'll know when you've been there especially if you wake up not knowing but feeling.
Equate this to the christian contemplative prayer: to experience god, one must strive for a "darkness about your mind, or as it were, a cloud of unknowing." To do this, one must fix one's heart on God, forgetting all else.

The most interesting part of this encompassing space is the direction one can move within it. Of course there is the free range of motion like in most three dimentional atmospheres but we are turning our direction of focus towards the "one point". With out leaving the point as a centralized location of focus the one point becomes our center (quite literally as we see later), so any movement that we make is now either forwards or backwards or side to side (creating a circle around the "one point" if we were to be urinating and it was snowing while moving sideways.

However, our interest lies in the forwards/backwards movement. And the turning of the "one point" into an object more specifically a sphere.

tubya co tin(a metal, all metal for that mater) unity

End Duh

Second things first always

Open Duh:





first three poems from Norman Pritchard's The Matrix.

Poetry being originally a spoken form of art is only as powerful as the spoken delivery that the poet chooses to articulate such words....and this fluctuates drastically from person to person especially if the person speaking is not the creator of the words....however this does not detract from the words or emotion meant to be derived infact it could enhance it. So one could imagine a poem that was passed down from elder to youth from generation to generation, how drastically this could be altered over time. Now one might think that even with the ability to record words in written form that this is a form of solidity..false. Unlike analytical essays and formal writings poetry has the ability to neglect punctuation, line break where ever, start in the middle and call it the beginning, place text anywhere and so on and so forth. Some of these visual literal functions were formulated to help the read recreate the intentions that the poet had for the words however since poetry starts to dismantle the classical structure of literature even punctuation and its use is subjective.

Perhaps one pronounces the word period instead of just stopping, maybe line breaks means a very dramatic pause which in turn interrupts the flow of a sentence placing new meaning upon the words themselves. This is why from reader to reader a poem could mean many different things...and when the attempt is made to read aloud such a defunct piece of script the poem again changes immediately. That Wreath is so far away.

P.s. proof reading is for suckers everything that happens on this page is intentional no matter the conditioned rules that says otherwise. Not by any means saying that my fingers type with acuracy but stating that sometimes words just want to be other things that what they are...kindov like every human on this tiny rock. Number Three! But yes i do use the spell checker...so imagine the mistake post computer approved.

End Duh.

Well Hull of a Ship Slash the Oxygen Molecule

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Open Duh:

So i guess this is the deflowering of this blogger... and probably the post that is spos to describe some conceptual nonsense of the ceramic process that will engulf my cognitive perspective and dictate my physical reactions and manipulations this semester. Guessing as it might because affirmations are extremely temporal we will attempt to describe interests and influences.

First and foremost an idea of liquid. The human body is made up of apparently 70% H2O. We are a species that crawled out of the massive body of water that penetrates every orifice of this rock (also 70%). In doing so through evolution we evolved from amphibious type creatures then split from there (yes prim apes more directly but everything stemmed from one thing or another in the beginend). So as we crawled out of the fluid depths and on to the crust of this loaf of earth bread we stole 70% of the liquid with us (in relation to the 100% that is a body). So in all reality the forming of the burnt toast was actually deeply seeded within the action of ascension. The organisms stole the water...and soon they will fight over it.

So but toppom line currently at this present moment you are wet with the rest of us...now personally to this flesh we find that our physical sensations (not always) are governed by the internal workings of the mind i.e. thoughts and feelings about our current position and brick with in the machine narrowing down to the social interactions and positions we find ourselves in and the analytical conclusions we come to about these external actions and internal processes. In the same words emotions dictate your physical and internal functioning...stress provides stomach aches/ulcers, anger makes one more prone to lashing out at another individual blah blah.

What we are poking at here is the emotional perspective and how sound (whether it be language spoken words and their meanings, noise from inanimate objects, or the orchestrated progression of musical sounds organized into a defined allotment of time) manipulates what we feel on a moment to moment basis and what if any are the links to our chemical and physical make up being made of wooder.



Polar: opposites attracting i.e. dips and dives and rise and fall over on Sisyphus' mountain.

Cove: where we seek shelter.

A Lent: what we let it borrow.

Bond: what we're missing at the moment but will recognize it when we get it back.

Watch the two human molecules attache themselves to the cyclical common ground known as the untwisted 8 or zero or ten. Your Ox is y we generate. To hopefully one day pull out and meat the other human traveling the same circumference. That means there is only 6 left and thats one away from 7 which is purple.

End Duh.