052214_IncredibleThings
Give it
the title incredible things:
Last night
I was in Garland Texas and not much was on television. I recorded the Louie show
on FX.
I had
heard an interview with him on fresh air and the host said that his show was
going to air that night. So I recorded it and got two episodes.
Justin I
were watching the video recording of the programs at 10:52 PM when a slammer
came in from the incredible thing arena.
I jotted
on a small envelope what the stuff meant and now I'm having a hard time
interpreting it that I remember that my mind had been distracted and I was
moving someplace else and think about something completely different when the
dialogue in the television program itself overlaid my actual thought process
and the very words I was thinking were being spoken on the television only I
had thought them only seconds before so it was like I was hearing a strange
echo. I had yelled something into a canyon and a few moments later he came back
to me.
The
envelope reads, and I want to apologize to the comedian Louis CK, will luck it
spelled your name so maybe I don't have to apologize but I doubt if it's
spelled correctly. Anyway I have "God in the news " – you do realize
that's the first time I've ever use my voice to make". Well that's close
enough.
From this
I have made an acronym HOSOF capital income now let's just type it out. HSFM,
with a small arrow going to H for holy holy it appears I spelled Holly, I will
go ahead and image this and posted. The S represents super and the FM dial is
what the FM dial is. Next of this acronym I have a – an arrow and me in my head
at this timeline in some other word. No it's not another word it's timeline.
Then from the K in need I point out to Louie and then I make it downward
directional arrow that encompasses Fort Worth and Dallas with Texas and Oklahoma
in brackets and hazard clips through Dallas one of the longer arrows points to
a very scary sentence that I understand but nobody wants me to talk about.
The
smaller line, the one nobody wants me to talk about is simply this:
God has cursed you not me. I speak
because I have no choice.
Now in
truth I've used a classic symbol for the word no.
I might as
well include a small image of the thing right here.
Now this
puts me in a dilemma! There's a lot of things I meant to do when I was here
much of it doing with artwork and voodoo itself to try to get things on the
correct track or pass. That would be passed but you can pass on the path if you
want. Now I cannot see, now I can.
You see
people I was working on a small film to try to explain a specific dynamic with
something I call the candy code.
Let's stop
here and talk about code itself.
If you
have an archive you will see the following listings of different code dance
procedures.
You got
the rock 'n roll dance code, the candy code, the receipt code, the invisible
classroom code, the walking on water code, let's count squares, and the list
goes on and on and on.
So I have
intentionally gone out and created certain types of receipts and I was writing
explanations on the receipts so I could break down how the receipts can give
you coding and explain things to other people. I was going to give you some
real examples and I was going to tell you to exercise great caution.
Simply put
this little bit of receipt trickery Israel is real and if you got the right
forks spoons and knives you can actually create and capture rewind of the
actual event itself. I don't want to go into this in any great detail but let
me tell you it can be done and it's being done. Now those who realize it's been
done think that they are doing it, what little do they understand!
By the way
if you go deep enough into the archive you will hear me talk about a program
that I call, it is like the program that Microsoft makes called Excel. It's
kind of the spreadsheet pattern but it's not Excel and it's not exactly a
spreadsheet. It's an inventory listing.
I
explained this in great detail invisible classroom and for the brief time I was
working with the national security administration they tried to squeeze other
data out of me pertaining to this. I did not yield.
This gets
back to something of sticky about this morning, the Hemingway principal, that's
also in the archive and some of it may be here. This is the longest stretch of
posting without creating a so-called racer point I've done in some time. By the
way that is called an eraser.
This gets
back to yesterday and something I saw. I was being followed by some arm of law
enforcement. I'm in a call at the FBI because I know the FBI has been following
me around. But it's more than the FBI and we all know that. You guys think I'm
joking, I've shown you to images that reveal FBI surveillance vans. I don't
care if you believe me or not. But I don't have to prove that they're out there
because I know they're out there already. I can kind of feel it and I can kind
of sense it. I needed to acquire some things yesterday, many things in fact,
but I broke the thing down and decided to acquire just a handful of items.
Now I
could go to the Dollar General but why not keep the dollars and the family so I
went to the Family Dollar. I did this and exposed something. Now don't get
excited, I essentially have been guarding certain aspects of my creativity. For
some reason the world wants to devour my creativity but I can't make a nickel
being creative! Go figure!
It has to
do with May 11, 2014. I made a little note to myself and put it on a type of
square. Now you could call the square card table but I don't like calling card
table. I like calling it a folding table. By the way this gets back to
molecules, laid-off NASA scientists, portable potties, small-town USA, space
aliens, seven types of sexes, and a strange moth or what we would think would be
a more lifelike creature. It gets back to those damn molecules. This would've
explained why I'm making certain types of artwork in certain ways.
I'm
working on more than one project. Now to protect my projects I have to keep in
my head, the really big ones I cannot share with you, I cannot write them down
I cannot take notes and I cannot put them in the computer. This is a big
problem.
In one
artwork I'm explaining the candy code and I rollout the Tootsie Roll code and I
go out and prepare to launch the Tootsie Roll sequence. Now I want to make it
clear to you that I was unable to do that, you see if you're going to do the
candy coat it takes a little bit of precision and I can do the code but I have
to sit down and visualize it and then make a recipe pathway.
I then
decided to round things up and instead of rolling with the touchy role role
with a milk dud. That's kind of an interesting sentence. It didn't type
correctly selected your say we were rolling with the Tootsie Roll's when we
decided to roll with the milk duds.
Now the
milk duds got cannibalized which gets back to the show on FX called Louis after
Louis CK. I think you said something about cannibals. Anyway in the milk duds
sequence, it appears I'm not going to be able to reach the milk that sequence
and get anything done the need to get done before I cross the river. There was
a special milk dud.
Let's make
a new paragraph, shall we.
I was
going to redefine what milk duds are. You see no duds existed on this continent
before mankind did. It's a very complicated story indeed. Now these aren't the
milk duds you buy in the store but they look exactly the same. And yes they are
edible. But these milk duds grew on trees or what some would say would be small
shrubbery. These milk duds have the ability to move and even think and
communicate. Now when the brothers and
other mankind walked out of the earth and began to walk upon the surface of the
planet they encountered these things. And they learned that they were edible
and they tasted great. They also empowered the eater was strange abilities to
see and reason in different dimensions.
When
Western Europe came to this side of the planet to bring religion they realized
the power of these strange little things, they were called milk duds. So let me
use the best or should I say the closest translation of what the native tongue
or the spiritual tongue would call these creatures. They were simply called,
partbv10.
That's not
the entire name as I was typing the name the computer did something funny and
opened a strange window so I'm going to let the computer abbreviate the name of
this creature. Anyway the so-called religion of the West that was brought over
to this side of the planet found that these strange creatures threatened the
very concept of the God they were waving flags about and killing people about
and gathering gold.
Essentially
these strange rule things that we now call no gods that we now call milk duds
yes I saw that that was a strange malfunction and I will not correct it.
Anyway, organized religion sought to it that these creatures became extinct.
However some medicine man in certain tribes were able to hide some of these
things and oddly enough there was a small band of these primitive milk duds
living in Texas and Oklahoma. The last surviving members of these unusual milk
duds were driven out of Texas in 1904. They sought shelter in what was then
called Indian Territory.
This made
sense because there were other members of this unique little creature so all
the little creatures could harmonize. But this would change because there was a
radical shift in what was then Indian territory. This gets back to some of the
newspaper material I carried with me when I originally came up. Which explains
the toolbox and indirectly explains the envelope which indirectly explains
other dynamics.
Anyway
taxes ran the last of these creatures out of its territory and so the magic
left. Within this movie there is a strange type of policy. It's a cowboy and
Indian thing and I would call it let's make a policy. I don't think that's the
word is when you have a band of horse riding people chasing other horse riding
people. At least that's the way it usually plays out in stories films and
television shows.
One taxes
they had this special Dr. are right it in the state of Texas they had the
special Dr. were to call him fill were going to call him Dr. Phil. Now in the
movie we use a different name were using that name because that's his real name
and I was going to create a strange type of sand painting of Dr. Phil and I was
going to call it a primitive painting that has existed for centuries when in
fact it was made in 1904 it would only be 110 years old. Which is a century.
Now he wasn't alone is number one sidekick was Joprah The Dut. That's the actual film name that's not the
person's real name I'll let you do your own imagination or should I say a
matching. Imagining exhalation point!
Okay, I've
gathered some milk duds and I had dressed one of the milk duds with a hairball
because no not a hairball a hairball with a ribbon in her hair.
Only the
ribbon was a star in the star remains but the actual creature has been
cannibalized. Because these milk duds, in their original state could
communicate and reason they had personalities. Even had families although they
grew on trees or small bits of shrubbery. The individual that had the ribbon in
her hair, and her hair is hard to see because it's kind of invisible, was named
Millie.
So I was
going to make a movie about Millie the many milk dud. Now I don't want milk
duds to getting smaller than they are now, so don't get any ideas, but when
these creatures originally existed no duds could grow and they could get as
large as a softball. If you ever came across one of these creatures, the softball
sized milk duds, you should exercise great caution, you see when they're that
big they wear shoes and when they wear shoes that have the ability to defend
themselves quite well.
Their
shoes have sharp objects on their souls! Yes it plays with many things but it
really works because when Millie crossed the river she ran to her big brother.
And Millie's big brother was as big as a softball and had a lot of spikes in
the soles of his shoes. They kind of make their own milk dud posse and rollover
the river and into the land of taxes and the Cowboys get a little more of the
appointed meeting than a had anticipated.
Well there
you have the basic plot line, these primitive creatures that looked like milk
duds and certain dynamics of the candy code and a little bit of storytelling
and a little bit of so-called should have been a movie and I do have some
stills. This gets back to other things. I still haven't completely encircled
the whole Hemingway concept but I'd have to go to Dallas for that.
Which gets
back to driving convertibles and the grandstands and the ice on the hockey rink
and all of the other stuff if you roll with certain things. Knowing hockey you
wouldn't say that the puck rolls you would say that the puck slides or you
could say the puck is driven by sticks. Now I could say sticks and stones or I
could say nobody loves me, because that's in the archive. I remember when I
gave that lecture. That lecture was not invisible classroom I believe it was on
a place called MySpace. I was a long time ago.
I gave a
lecture called eating worms or something to that effect. You know I try to keep
a record of that and that record is lost. It was on the hard drive that I
called art I called it the Loch Ness monster now I had to use that word to get
it to say the word like correctly. Because I gave that to drive a name and the
name was LochART. Now to keep this
top-secret little bit of information in safe hands I had to carry it with me
wherever I went because people wanted to jump all over and smash it. Unfortunately
I ended up kind of smashing it myself, accidentally. Which gets back to May 11,
2014 and me throwing my hands up and saying enough is enough if you have to
steal then I suppose you're going to steal and there's nothing I can do.
Which is
basically true so you would think I should call the law but believe me that's
the last thing you want to do if you want real help. This explains another
aspect of play no good dynamics of the Federal Bureau of investigation!
I guess I
don't really need any of the past because my art keeps making circles are ovals
and I just keep creating my own type of echo chamber going around and around.
That's because the environment and working and will not adapt or change. That's
not my problem it's your problem.
That
sentence is so wonderful I want to give it its own space, we'll call it its own
paragraph.
IYs that's what I get for trying to hand type the
thing, Its now Microsoft Word is trying
to correct it for me because I spelled it correctly and it changed it and now
it's got a purply squiggly line underneath it. So let's start over with
And see if
I can finesse my way into having this type correctly.
IT_s not my problem IT_s yours!
Which gets
back to the image I'm about to make of the envelope and maybe I'll even throw
in some other images as well. The problem with this is that when I behave this
way it starts occupying greater degrees of my mental space and capacity and
given the limitations on my brain right now I'm not sure it's a good idea.
Anyway
it's a type of dance.
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