This document was prepared in Microsoft Word using voice
recognition. I dictated the title directly onto the page in therefore went back
and did a cut-and-paste from the page back to Microsoft Word. It talked the
title correctly all I had to do was correct for the capitals. As I saw what the
title was going to be I realized what extra data I was carrying concerning my
research this morning. The lyrics were quite amazing and there was more going
on than met the eye and then as I went and walked around the so-called binary
world I saw that there were ghosts all over the place. In fact I captured a
handful, but I can’t really cut-and-paste them altogether it would simply take
too much time in this particular box doesn’t have the right tools yet!
Having prepared the images and done research my brain
changed tracks and I didn’t think it was worth noting until now. Essentially
the brain had moved to, does anyone really know what time it is does anyone
really care.
This gets back to belittling late-night television and what
I was able to pull down from my walk around in research and development and the
dynamic concerning Shawnee Oklahoma, burning Dave’s, and the so-called jelly
around all of the gyms. All of the gyms all of the Jimmy Fallon’s….
Which gets back to being artistic and do you really think
you have the right to wear an orange cowboy hat!
I woke up late this morning, I didn’t mind but I prefer
getting up and getting with it. I was hungry, I’m really a breakfast kind of
person, but it would go out and get some EE was long past breakfast time. Yeah
I don’t know what E2 means either.
I find something to eat and then walk into the living room
and survey the state of affairs. Now I have some ideas and I don’t want to
spend all day screwing around with things that are really useful but I thought
it would take a moment and do a few things that are really useful. Or then
again are they?
I decided that I need to take some pictures and I was nude I
mean I was completely nude so I thought I would put on the album you get while
I did my artwork put on the album from the talking heads called naked.
I put it in the displayer and start on track one thinking I
need to go to track to and I was thirsty so I going to kitchen and I find my
glasses in the dishwasher. I spent a great deal of time yesterday looking for
my classes. It’s one of those things that if you have glasses you know what it’s
like. But if you’re someone like me, some of you have one pair of glasses, I
need about 19 different pairs for 19 levels of distance.
Anyway it’s about the candy, the whole imaging things
started about the candy but I decided to give you a bigger picture so I made
the picture bigger and then I did some so-called detail shots.
I actually consider these to be important images although
worthless. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to feed them to Microsoft so that
they can destroy them, but remember I’m totally naked and is not a good idea to
walk into a refrigerator without the proper attire.
Before all of this started I woke up and went to the
bathroom and thought about signs and signage and what a pain in the ass the
binary world has become and we definitely a walking around with a lack of
freedom. A blindness some late-night television I said I blame this on
late-night television but late-night television is kind of blind.
So I need to get the lyrics for sign sign everywhere sign
because that’s what I’m thinking about. I was also thinking about the lyrics
around the song connected the song you get the song unclothed.
It seems like I couldn’t reach the sign sign everywhere sign
because I got trapped in YouTube.
Now I could make another movie because I walked around you
to and I collected a lot of stones.
I even captured some of the information but that would take
a long time and I really don’t have that kind of time to waste.
I do hope I can get to the small set of graphics that shook
the company this post but I’ll have to bathe first and maybe do some other
stuff because some other stuff really needs to be done.
The good thing is I found the telephone, long story, I found
my glasses as well, I’ve already told you that story.
We will start out with a five Man electrical band and will move
into the talking heads and then we’ll talk about more troubling issues.
The sign said, You got to have a membership card to get
inside, ugh
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn't have a penny to pay
So, I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little
sign
From: Five Man
Electrical Band “Signs”
Signs
Signs are lost
Signs disappeared
Turn invisible
Got no sign
Somebody got busted
Got a face of stone
And a ghostwritten biography
It was light
By five
Torn all apart
All in the name of democracy
He's hurt
He's dying
Claimed he was a terrorist
Claimed to avert a catastrophe
Someone should'a told him
From: Talking Heads “Blind”
Now I know a little bit about the talking heads, the band,
but I really don’t know that much. I’ve read the liner notes of this that and
the next thing and I knew a little. I never understood why he didn’t get back
together and at least exchange some artistic ideas.
Then I saw that the band performed in 2002 and it made me
wonder because I was almost for certain that the band had been broken up for
some time.
They had been broken for some time they were being inducted
into the rock ‘n roll Hall of Fame and they performed their. I might add it was
a very lame performance indeed! Essentially the band has lost its soul.
Anyway, and all the research I stumbled across this from a
Wikipedia page which I will post the link to.
I find this quite troubling because it actually explains
many deep things and many messages. I could go into those and I can make fun of
people I can do all kinds of things. Instead I will state the obvious, this
depicts a tragic state of affairs!
The band played "Life During Wartime",
"Psycho Killer" and "Burning Down the House" together on
March 18, 2002, at the ceremony of their induction into the Rock and Roll Hall
of Fame.[51] However, reuniting for a concert tour is unlikely. David Byrne
states: "We did have a lot of bad blood go down. That's one reason, and
another is that musically we're just miles apart."[52] Weymouth, however,
has been critical of Byrne, describing him as "a man incapable of
returning friendship"[52] and saying that he doesn't "love" her,
Frantz, and Harrison.[9]
From: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talking_Heads#1992.E2.80.932002:_Post_break-up_and_final_reunion 091715.
I’m going to call this little block of images “why reinvent the why reinvent the wheel…”
The stats held magic numbers the real question, to myself, what have I flipped the coin hard enough and fast enough to touch the bottom of the earth.
So you look at the audience within the stats and it tells you whether or not you have the reach to your so-called targeted audience. This in turn gets back to the artwork I made supposed to company. This little block of images is not a part of that artwork. Essentially the block of images that I intended to go here have to do with making code and the way things are coding and putting a righteous spin on the code as you flip the coin and walk into the bowling alley.
This gets back to playing ping-pong making a real pain throwing down some coins and making a movie about it only to have the movie never show up because that’s way that is the way things crumble with cookies.
Now you’re going to visit some ghosts within pre-existing wheels.
Doing artwork is actually very beneficial for me. I made these three little coins to show you the numbers with the so-called stats and I didn’t really mean to show you the audience but I needed to because the pie is changing. This is actually a statement towards Microsoft and Google, can you see the losing battle? Then we get back to Johnny and I’m sure we could find a Jane somewhere if we look hard enough. I’m more concerned with the daughter of the so-called reincarnation. And now I hear sirens in the distance..
I’m going to call this little block of images “why reinvent the why reinvent the wheel…”
The stats held magic numbers the real question, to myself, what have I flipped the coin hard enough and fast enough to touch the bottom of the earth.
So you look at the audience within the stats and it tells you whether or not you have the reach to your so-called targeted audience. This in turn gets back to the artwork I made supposed to company. This little block of images is not a part of that artwork. Essentially the block of images that I intended to go here have to do with making code and the way things are coding and putting a righteous spin on the code as you flip the coin and walk into the bowling alley.
This gets back to playing ping-pong making a real pain throwing down some coins and making a movie about it only to have the movie never show up because that’s way that is the way things crumble with cookies.
Now you’re going to visit some ghosts within pre-existing wheels.
Doing artwork is actually very beneficial for me. I made these three little coins to show you the numbers with the so-called stats and I didn’t really mean to show you the audience but I needed to because the pie is changing. This is actually a statement towards Microsoft and Google, can you see the losing battle? Then we get back to Johnny and I’m sure we could find a Jane somewhere if we look hard enough. I’m more concerned with the daughter of the so-called reincarnation. And now I hear sirens in the distance..
Dragon, you have a flaw in your programming, sometimes I
leave the microphone on too long and forget about it. If the microphones hot
and I merely moved my hand sometimes you think I’ve said something, then you
asked me to see it again, that’s one thing but as I go to try to turn the
microphone off your sign is blocking me from reaching the little green icon for
the microphone. This is quite annoying as mission point!
If I say it wants if I say it one time need I say it again… That’s one of the problems associated with
working with people on the bottom of your on the bottom of the earth…
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