Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Jeff_Rem_ToGetThePicAndItem


Over and out for now.


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Now where did I put the who am I document? Bullwinkle, I had no idea that the I'm an Indian principal and NFL would work so effectively.

Do those people even realize that the NFL folder was actually a ping test done by a fisherman? I doubt it. That fish took the bait, hook line and sinker, should that be item for item 5, University of Texas at Dallas, where should I put that one. I wish there was just one of them.

Maybe you have some type of campus tour video that I can steal, (coded word would be, appropriate), I don't feel much like coding right now.

I wonder if they've gathered that?

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I get up from the table and start smiling, I'm looking for the various IDs and passwords.

I think about it very educated and very eloquent man who happens to be one of the Earth's weakest jackasses. Biggest jackasses.

He associated this with journal keeping, assassins, and people that have a 1st middle and last name. That was a fraction I picked up on the journey when I was in some parking lot.

Was that the doctoral thesis film? The one I made in front of Kmart about stopping speed of light. Or was that the one next to where I received a flesh wound. I can't remember, if the evil forces, i.e., the hands of man, don't destroy it would like to release that little clip.

Little clip, my kitty who am I kidding, if I hadn't lost that hard drive we might actually be reaching 1 TB of brand-new fresh material. But I lost the drive.

You know Jeff, you really are not explaining some of the effects that staging has and does. You always meant to give them the filter lecture. Maybe you didn't give it, I think you started it, you are thinking about it when you were at Fry's looking for something. You are talking to yourself and maybe you were making a film. It is about how artists see the world and how they have to filter things. How I think differently and filter completely differently than other people, even other artists.

There was that one guy giving the stage performance on the trip. You probably misinterpreted what he said that the filters were 100%.  “We had to destroy certain material in the camera. It will only hold so many pictures so we have to destroy some of IT.”

That's not what he said exactly but it gets pretty close if you're having a breakfast meal. What's in Portland is that you convey how you filter. What's important is.

You see Jeff, may misunderstand all lot and they don't understand how you really turn dyslexia into quite a weapon. And they're not going to believe that heaven and hell is using this weaponry, I can even convince anyone that there is evidence out. I can't even convince anyone that there really is a heaven and hell.

If I tell the story about me going to these places they're not going to believe me.

This gets back to that damn grand canyon dream, God I pray that heaven is not like that. I woke up and regained full consciousness believing I was actually dead, I was completely alone and fully conscious. I just died, or did I. There's no one here, they're supposed to be some Asian fellow holding the trophy somewhere. Maybe I can find him.

What is that weird light flickering in the corner. It's pulsating, waive 2nd you're not dead, wait a 2nd you're not dead. You're in a hotel room there's collating and there's Crawford but what set flickering light. Oh, it's the codec on recharge. It's the Kodak.

Did I just dream that I actually die? No, I accidentally fell into the canyon and I was warning sign and I was warning my son, stay away from the edge of the canyon. I was following was following I was falling down, by accident, there's no stopping it, I'm about to die, should I say some prayers, no, I've got those bases won't cover that those bases well covered. I guess I'll just wait.

I close my eyes and prepare for impact, I'm at peace. I've done all in one man could.

What's taking so long? Surely I've hit the canyon floor by now. I open my eyes, I'm suspended above the canyon floor. Hovering like a bird. My God I think I can fly.

What is the safest way to test this?

I wake up.

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That's all factual but there's some more information.

You can even study this scientifically, others have, and they've applied some type of name to it which escapes me now.

If you're an airplane and airplane is about to land the trees and the cars and the people look like stick figures. Toys, they don't look real at all. Then there's this magical place no ovation then there is this magical place in elevation when the scale and magnitude of the size of the objects becomes real and you understand that they're not toys but real trees and real cars and real people.

In the dream I meant that magical point just above that recognition of scale. I arch my back and feel myself elevate events when I realize that I may have the potential to fly.

After all of this I begin to think about it during the trip. Is this some type of preparation for the wedding dance the wedding dance why won't you type it correctly the wing dance! Thank you.

Now where was I, when the helm I supposed to put this, where's my camera, start Photoshop.


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