Analyze This

sa “I Killed Hunter S. Thompson”. Who’s it by? I don’t know offhand. I got it off the Bomp.

Frank Bompensiero: A Bad, Bad Boy
Judith Moore’s biography A Bad, Bad Boy on Mafia hitman and FBI informant Frank Bompensiero — whacked by the Los Angeles Mafia in 1977 — comes out on July 15. Allan May writes the following on Bompensiero for Crime Magazine:

Before turning FBI informant in 1967, Frank “the Bomp” Bompensiero had been the most feared Mafia hit man in Southern California for more than 30 years. Killing fellow mobsters was his specialty. His reward from the Los Angeles Mafia was to be made boss of San Diego. When his long-time friend Jimmy “The Weasel” Fratianno found out in 1976 that the Bomp had turned informant, it took the Mafia more than six months to get the hit on Bompensiero executed. Later, after Fratianno had transformed himself into a media event by becoming an FBI informant himself, he said during a television documentary in 1991 that Bompensiero “had buried more bones than could be found in the brontosaurus room of the Museum of Natural History.”

One Hundred Eighty-Seven is the Case.

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I checked out your blog. You posted something I had written about reducing P2P, eh? Interesting.

I’m sorry to hear about your troubles with the wifey and with work. I’m about to go to sleep but I want to give you a little present first. From my old notes:
86 g Phenylacetic Acid
800 mL Acetic Anhydride (fresh)
43 g sodium acetate
Oven dried molecular sieves

In a three neck 1 L flask fitted with a nitrogen purge line and a thermometer, all above were quickly thrown in while under a stream of N2. The flask was then fitted with a water condenser with a drierite drying tube. The N2 purge was slowed to minimal positive pressure and the oil bath heated for 46 hrs to ~170°C, such that rxn temp was ~145°C. Reflux and gas evolution was slight. Color slowly went from clear to yellow. Afterward, solution was rotovaped down to about 300-400 mL dissolved in ~200 mL DCM and stirred vigorously with and excess of 4M NaOH, until no more hydrolysis (noted by vigorous bubbling) occurred. Organic layer separated, aqueous extracted 3 x with DCM, pooled extracts dried w/ mag sulfate, filtered (which also got rid of some insoluble junk) and rotovaped off DCM. Yield 64.4 g (76%), very pure by 1H-NMR and TLC.

Reasoning for higher yield: fresh (not wet) AA, continuous positive pressure of N2, drying tube, and mol seives = very dry rxn

I believe Potassium Acetate is better than Sodium Acetate for this reaction. I’d have to check my notes on that one.

Take care. Talk to you later.

I can’t do this, Bomp. I have too many little quirks. The pages won’t load fast enough. I have to run on the treadmill. Les Miserables is playing on TV. What’s worst, I’m psychic. A hat floated down the Paris sewer. I shop for hats last night. I think about crystal. Somebody says ‘crystal’, and, I look at them. There’s nothing there. Their eyes are blank. They are running a blank. They mean glass. Arrrrgh! Leaded cut glass. Nothing but miserable cut glass. I’m talking to them and they are just an image on TV. Now they are a beret, again in the sewer. They are not only crazy, they are crazy in French, like the song, “Psycho Killer”. The television is sending me messages. Yes, yes? What is it I am supposed to do? Get home? Ah, I might have a problem with that. There’s a TRO. You misunderstood, voices in my head. What I wanted was something to click to get shot back to my home page. A little house? Yeah, you’re slipping. Watch it. You know that I count on you to say what I should do, and I will do whatever you say, so, there it is there. I exist to carry out the orders. Transmit the message. Hope for an answer some day. Maybe there’s a guy wearing the beret. All you can see on top of the swirling sewer water is his hat. He’s under there. I don’t feel like that. I feel like a guy beset with fleas. It is the same number of fleas, but as they all climb toward my head to stay out of the rising water, it gets to be quite a wave of biting fleas. Oh, some of them fly.

No, I had a title, Richard: Analyze This. Oops. I said your name. Then I looked for a guy smoking a cigarette, and I saw a guy smoking a cigarette, Google Images has hundreds of them. But, right here is one of a guy, and it looks like Robert DiNiro, diNiro, in a surf bar, because you have your gays, . . .where am I going with this? I don’t have time to make a whole camp and kitschy post involving queerdom. That’s for another time. Anyway, in a chem school, we really want the images of the people right now. Using images to sell magazines is not the way. But, sometimes I do choose the younger images of the same people. Not today. Why do I imagine learning as the young’s thing? Learning to make meth will destroy you! Better you should be old, with less life to lose, right? Notice Chancellor Hitler was in his fifties. I’m reading about Caligula.
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That made ‘Caligula’ a number.
That’s all the evils I have, guys. I am beyond good and evil. We have people who are living, but people who are dead, taking Lavoisier as an example, we must post a young Lavoisier since chemistry was young, right? No, don’t be ridiculous. What a stupendous bias. We’ll be obtaining his genome before long and posting the code for the expression of the strands of his massive brain so you’ll know who I’m talking about. There people are just smokers. Am I going to post them smoking their finest cigarette? It is highly subjective. Ain’t gonna do it. It really galls me I have to post diNiro to prove my point that this guy looks like him. What’s that? The voices say to do it.

Aw, look at these shitty spectra. This is a car wreck. I’m not the one to say I’m going too fast, though. I don’t even know why people die and come back to life. They all look the same when they are dying. You can’t tell Able from Baker. Beyond psychic, to the metaparanormal, we have, …something. Let’s face it, I forgot. I think it was just something I had to remember to write after I made a point about the paranormal, because those are extremely hard to describe under the best of circumstances. There’s no exact language and they slip away. We want to put down the world as it is now, and the laboratory notebook looks stupid with dirt samples taped inside the pages.
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Yeah, I am late. How do you describe fucking matter, space and time correctly, with discoverers in it? I am post-metaparanormal (post-menopausal, I know). People were dead. I was on a roll.

I’ll just go all stinking, then. I’ll be fashionably late, like I’m on meth. They’re all on meth these days. This pitiful NMR spectrum shows the acetophenone protons; there’s two kinds, but the bunch on the left are the three methyl protons, and yes, they didn’t have P2P. It would change to the five of ethyl. These three are split. Shifted downfield by resonance stabilization are the five aromatic protons in acetophenone . Now, how is homeboy showing no contamination? What did we have? IR, NMR, and Mass Spec. Well, IR, I guess. But, IR is going to show a huge water peak at 3000 wavenumbers, and water is not a significant contaminant. What was this? We have to predict the likely contamination if the reaction goes too far or doesn’t react, so, we do need library spectra from the starting materials, and I l . . .just got a call from Dax. I can’t believe that guy giving me a refund. What a moron. I’m not going to National City without a shower. I can’t get off the Internet.

I’ve got a rogue piece of code. This is all going to be in italics. Don’t use a computer to compare spectra for you; that’s all I can say. I can’t teach a whole course in spectrometric identification of organic compounds in an hour. What a disappointment. I was just going to teach you what you need to make speed. Try not to blow yourselves up until I fix this.

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The Last Mini

The last post looked so complete I decide not to touch it.

What’s pooched? Poached? I don’t know; I’m listening. If somebody says something while I’m typing, I make it the next word, if you notice any variance. I’d just bashed the USA (I mean, who’d want to buy anything from an outfit that wrapped itself in the flag? “Oh, this book has an American-flag motif. I think it’s about Toby Keith. What a good read.) What is a good read? For you? The Gold Bug, by Edgar Allen Poe, if you are on meth.

Pooched is often, “Screwed the pooch”, most recently by Greg Barent. It is actually stellate, a theoretical math constructed out of regular polyhedrons. The other way’s “dimpled”, like a golf ball. The antithikira (sp?), that’s hopefully an intro to “turbinity”, but a few years ago that math wasn’t online. I recently added to my theory of turns by recognizing that a turn of copper wire makes a hole in the universe, or else it carries current. So, in theory there are no complete holes. Whatever. patterns are textures, too, in science. Barely beginning, they’re fractals. But, Kunstler’s not up there. My displacement from God seems weird now. He’s not so far above or below me. You figure it out. At the end, they’re seen at a couple of light years screaming through you without hitting anything, whole-world gangs of neutrinos a result of a singularity. Or else you are remembering LSD visuals while on speed.

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Daniel Ortega, if you Google “genocide”, “repressive regimes”, “world record for people killed by their government”, you won’t get what you’ll get if you look for specific descriptions of the world’s worst examples. At least I think not. You need to look up Cambodia, Pol Pot, Sandinistas, and stuff or else whatever the USA said happened there will form up your mistaken impression that everything is all right right here right now.

Now I’m going to do devotion?.

13071109 was prime; I tried it fourth. 11070913 I tried first. I never tried 1107200913 because by inspection it isn’t prime. My first try was a (star)7. 13110709 was third; 7110913 was second. 7110923’s prime, so if the death toll rises that far, okay. But, it doesn’t. We’re not Communist. We’ll save a piece of you, for you. That’s from me to you.

“The Last Mini” is a nostalgic look at a bidding war when all of the miniguns used in Vietnam are gone except one. Whip one of those out in the post-apocalyptic world and you’ll be King. You’ll need a van. I recommend one of those oilcloth tent-material curtains to keep it dark inside. Creep up on folks like you’re a nigger in Watts.

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Ice Palance—Crazy!

billinghurst to customerservice
show details 10:38 AM (0 minutes ago)

No. I got a new prescription and mailed it to you (there are 3) I rec’d one package by mail (ninety days). My wife filed a restarining order and I can’t go home, so I got my doctor to send new Rxs to cvs. I got 30 days worth. I should have two more on the ones on file by mail. SEB

It’s “I spell and it’s crazy.” I can’t leave that out. Who put ‘patterns’? Kunstler. Exactly. It was about buildings. Imagine pukes with a roof over their head caring what “kind” of building it is. I suddenly like even worse actors, like the one that does stomach contents as a pathologist. They aren’t worse, of course. They play the worst. Disco songs aren’t even the worst. What’s bad? Well, if the USA wasn’t a codified and galactic argument for nuclear war, psychopaths might have a shot. But, they kill, too.

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Seeger’s playing, “I know it’s late.” Terrible. A little dog, like the talking dog in Men in Black, is sounding like it’s choking. It can whine, too. I seem to communicate better by mental telepathy. It doesn’t like the typing. I’ll see if I can give it a headache. It left. Let’s give your owner a headache, okay?

Okay, no-more-song-zone. Oh, God; I’m in Purgatory. I like Catholicism for the torture.

My laundry’s in. I can’t type all this. It’ll unlock.

11-7-09.

I woke up as usual with a curse directed at my stupid wife (from whom I’m separated)*, simultaneously in fear lest I ever express it verbally (I was arrested for just that)**. and I lay there getting my bearings. Nothing was a wonderful day. Was it horrible? Was I jealous? No to the first. Horrible is waking up an inky dink you’ve been from birth, but mainly, if you wake up, you were in bed. Another use for a bed is to shelve you in a hospital until you die from gunshots or live with the wounds from a roadside bomb, which is also happening, Tiger.

* Let’s put the caps lock near the shift key.
** That won’t work; when she reads the blog she’ll attack whether I tell her what she is or not.

DON’T RUN YOUR LIFE DOWN IN A BLOG111. One one one? !!!. Oh, disconnected. I’m posting from prison. Just a minute. My cell mate’s calling me on my cell phone. What is a blog for if not to put down what’s going on? It relates, it really does. I can’t get my Rxs. and I need to hopefully read this and remind myself later. It’s a log, a web logfuck. Fuckmate. I don’t have a mate. Everybody I know I just met, hello. Hello? No, you think it’s a wrong number. Stay on the line or I’ll blow your house down.

http://www.banyonpublishing.com/Articles1.html

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Calling All Cars of C.I.A.

Come here. You’re supposed to be patriots. Halliburton can set up shop in China and I don’t care. You’d better be ferreting out spies and bringing treason cases to trial. Now.

Thing, uh, I don’t care, …

“Strange. Salty leg. I should put more weird on.” what language is this?
“Shamble on, a guy with a sheerthy in the bath. en God awr eye, gym eer gordy gowd. Ee, Gawd ab a lad a rockty.”

If you said Irish, that’s a Bingo. There’s some chatter I’m picking up. Oh, you don’t know about meth. Check this out:

All right, look. Methamphetamine is not my shit. It’s just shit, see?

The methamphetamine
(star) PARANORMAL We don’t get high as such. We are so high we are like radio transmitters. Meth is illegal because of the social chaos it causes in lieu of real witchcraft. Things get in somehow when you jack the sensorium well past the physiological complement of catecholamine neurotransmitters. It’s by an order of magnitude, where

No natural human has ever exceeded the dopamine P-K trigger of the average by 1.5 sd. Is anyone “twice as awake” as anyone else?

So that is illegal because we are little catastrophe cells, not because we are getting high and losing our inhibitions.

Thing, uh, I didn’t care, . . .
Thing, . . .ding ding ring ning ning

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Ah. W-we don’t want to—we are not going to—shot with that?—be going through booking for Murder One, Danno—Vanilla? please—soooo, C.I.A., of the extraneous 10% of adult males (w/o regard to race, etc. etc. etc.) What’s that buzzing sound? Umm, go with I ‘have no need’ for some individual. How do I get him to die? uh-huh. No, sir, not a murder. I am seeing dry sparks.

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The Sway

I checked to see whether I had aready used this as a title, and I checked “Pantsledge”, because, this morning I have a remorse from last night. I do not drink, I did not whack off, I have aready gone to the bathroom, but, I paid money. I do not want to say anything about my lawyer, but, since attorney/client agreements were drafted in better economic times (when suckers grew on trees, apparently), I regret even allowing that I could begin to pay for ongoing representation. This is because of things she said, but, I would have been able to piece together the gist of her situation anyway. We don’t have a crazy nation for nothing. Crazy means incredible disparity. No one’s “take-away” (Kouric), from it is general.

So, “The Sway” as a title doesn’t exist. Quickly, it is a psychosomatic unease, like riding the Tilt-A-Whirl. You want it to stop and when it does it is merciful. It actually comes from a song, Walk This Way, and, if you even tried to distinguish ‘walk the sway’ from ‘walk this way’, you’d be hard-pressed.

Aside: I did not check the Weimar Republic, as to whether I’ve published those words. Never mind; it has to do with the last guy using this community computer. he is a Milano, come here to study English. he leaves for the Weimar Center (Sacto) in four days. I guess they teach hypnotism. I told him that we have a famous hypnotist here in La Jolla, Dean something; not Dr. Dean Edelle, that’s, …a made-for-TV idiot. I don’t need him.

Why would I care if I were not insane? I don’t care. Let’s put all our cards on the table. Even without ESP, the bare ability to predict more like what’s going to happen and less like what doesn’t shows a potent hypnotic attunement to the world. I do that. This is my planet. You now call the Fort Hood incident a “tragedy”, instead of “terrorism”, like you’d like to. There’s a price for that: I don’t think it is a tragedy. How can the beginning of the fall of this Third Reich government and society here in North America ever be called a tragedy. It can’t. It is cause to rejoice.

Well, inflammatory rhetoric like that makes people queasy, as does the proximity of an insane person. If I am insane I comport myself as harmless, often repeating a mantra to myself silently: “Ba. Ba-aaah, baa-baa. I’m a sheep.” It works. I’ve gotten within spitting distance to hundreds of people I’d like to spit on. “Oh, I’m definitely harmless”. Let me sidle around to where mixed martial arts would have you flopping on the ground in seconds, your entire leg bent backwards at the knee. George Bush? Let me bring in The Great Enunciator. Tell ‘em.
BUSH “It’s what we call hyperextended,”

Thank you, George. Dubya, heckuva job Brownie.

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now that four has eaten four, whaddaya mean? I don’t have an agenda. I have been removed from my own home. I don’t even have clothing. Anyone who sees my passport and checkbook who can go by my home, can. The last time they were seen they were on the dirt under my wife’s bedroom window. I have the option to subpoena the records from Home Depot to show at the evidentiary hearing that I did buy a door. That and fifty other examples of my wife’s—the way she rolls. These are two to four hundred dollars a pop. Of course, we don’t want to show perjury. That’s the judge’s job.

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CLIENT understands that if a court determines allegations are sufficient for a showing of abuse within the meaning of DVPA, Clint’s option is to request a hearing on the merits, which will result in additional legal preparation and fees. CLIENT further understands that should his responsive allegations to the other party’s allegations have a negative effect on the safety of the minor child in this matter, upon consideration of all circumstances, the court’s decision may be directed toward the safety of the child, and that regard issue orders to protect the child.

unquote (partial)

690—screwed that up. I should have gotten the word count before I smoked the attorney/client privilege.

Hmm, I see a typo. I think I will expand on nit. Ooh, I like that one. I have to claim my cliche, I have to acknowledge that the hypnotism student was the fingers before the last fingers, and put a star.

(star) PARANORMAL

All paranormal occult insanity is going to devolve along the lines that whatever is not yet said but still known, under the set meaning will not result in a loss of cursive writing. In plainspeak, if I write to curse people, as long as I am cognizent and not negligent of my powers, the powers will be held in abeyance and not fuck any random thing up beyond all repair. They’ll save. Yeah, in simplistic terms, do not lie. In game theory, as a player you are hated. Look at people’s moronic, “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” What are they, niggers? This gives me acid stomach. The game is going to outlast all of us. I hate what I can see destroyed, primate.

They have an excellent computer recreation of a stake as used by Vlad the Impaler. It goes in the rectum and comes out the clavicle and then under the chin and through the mouth. “People (who am I thinking of?)”, “lasted up to two days fully impaled”.

“Notice Billinghurst is stirring up a toxic society which will be ongoing at a time in which he will be dead.”

Yeah, yeah. I hear that. I’m selling wolf tickets. Uh, tweaks, did you all sketch yesterday, causing a mass murder at Fort Hood, long about morning, early afternoon, or global tweakers, ecstasy addicts, at UTC – 4?

(star) PSYCH You respond to lies by ending the normal discourse and putting in insanity. Then, those in a position to affect your custody will impose an adverse action. The rest’ll read your blog and know yer blues. Our word, “discourse”, above, however, leaves room for “dialog”. I didn’t set it up. To write, I can split myself into myself as the newspaperman and myself as the man-on-the street. I like the absurd: “I see your hair is burning.” This is used in Plato’s Republic. It is “dialog”.

It is raining.
Is it raining?
It is dialog. Raining’s in fiction.
Raining’s in novels.
Raining’s dependent upon whether it is raining when you said that.
Whether you say that when the discussion does not include the weather determines whether you are making sense irrespective of “lying”.
Counselor, lawyers rub me the wrong way.
Novels are fiction.
The law is fiction.
This is now.
Wait’ll it rains, Buster.

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I had notes from yesterday, also prior to the shootings. I like to get my posts published before the race goes off. I remember laughing. Some of the humor doesn’t come through. I was laughing and that is hard to recreate. All that is left are the malapropisms. They have to be contextualized. I am up against any and all “teams”, and any “partnering”, but I have the atomic bomb, so, look for a way to lose gracefully, or else.

The San Diego Health Department called me yesterday to say that they had a “mixup”, and my son may have been given seasonal flu mist, not swine flu mist, a vaccine. I told them I did not have custody and they needed to talk to my spouse. In these matters disinterested clairvoyance is set aside in favor of telekinesis. Hmm, I usually use hit men as zombies. My last one was a psychiatrist. It was golden.

NIDAL
MALIK
HASAN

I don’t even have to make it rectangular; it already is. You advocates for universal rights can speculate no longer about an Al Quaeda conspiracy in good faith. You’ve been warned by tornado.

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The economy is tanking— its children—a huge chip on its shoulder. The corporal punishment model is a near-perfect belief. The energy
of a hit of crack and lolly has fuzz.

surf bar = so far

11-4—1.80 (down) 2055.52

environmental disaster oil rig (Aus) 9 million gallons

Rachel Stewart Aus Sen.

a long word like playmateofthemonth

kunstler’s gargling with BBs, hammering brews and gobbling Cracker Jack. he’s a grecian. Kunstler spotted a wolf roaming around (or, as H.G. Wells put it, “a woof”).

See, your speeda light as long as you don’t stand up on the roller coaster…but your face, or, take a dog. Again, out the window use goggles smoke da weed mon.

Peta bread

Board certified

Montara platform

The colder flu can start fast.

7es I can

Ei7hth or ninth

Normalcy = Idiocy
Normality = Relativity
Bone: amazing
Girl: i love you
Four: wheel Drive
Two Foots: mall
You couldn’t even register and that’s how you found my blog?
Clear: the dishes off the table and help me get Heath up there so the doc can have a look at his bullet hole.
wait: Won’t you come back to my hide
We: ‘ll forget those tears we cried.
A: look at his insides.
No: My side, it’s not canned corn or whatever you said.

So you th
u thot the spd of light c made the armor
peel off a knight like a tin can coming off and leaving the food suspended quivering
Somebody stop that sonar!

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Demonica

is also a cliche, because I was seeking out psychically a mood in which some of the more boring things happen, and a name, “Corbett Monica, came to mind, because, you always watch the Andy Griffith Show, but you aren’t watching it to see Andy or Opie, you want to see Don Knotts, and this guy here was down past the first few stars, maybe on the Dick Van Dyke show, because you would watch that to see dick Van Dyke. And, I dasn’t say, “boring” alone, to cover many things, but I am too lazy to use the dictionary, and so, I picked “ennui” for those who don’t want to read “boring” fifty times. Then, I threw “nostalgic” in there (this is writing itself. Quit it.), just because the word “nostalgic” to a ten-year old is the most boring thing there is (except for a movie where Jackie Gleason doesn’t speak, called Gigot (Gidget?), and baseball). Nostalgia sounds like “neuralgia (why to buy Bufferin)”, and {safari is Hitari (happy, muse? Man, that’ll never become incorporated into any semblance of continuity or relevance. It went somewhere else, three hours ago. Red Buttons was in it, before you get sick and tired of him, and that could be Reb Buttons (nobody’ll notice APART), and Red Buttomins, which is, I don’t know, hydrocephalic-level gibberish)}. Blind. I drank carbon tet to write that. I mean, Buttons’s character gets drunk with everybody and the next morning everybody’s sick, John Wayne is sick, and Red Buttons is singing and making a big breakfast like he went and had a good whack-off before passing out.

So, I have always thought things, because children get these weird ideas out of nowhere; they are even afraid of things which are not dangerous and in fact are rather soothing, like the dark, and I thought that the internal organs of television actors were inferior to those of movie actors, or something related. There is a Twilight Zone three-wishes episode where a guy looks young but his insides are still old, because we tweakers are always wishing to have back the night we just wasted, and Rod Serling must have been on bennies and cigarettes, minimum.

Without using spaces, I’m trying to get these to go side-by-side.

To make a long story short, Corbett Monica must have had friends, but I never laughed from any acting he did. I don’t even know what he played. I thought of him, not him, his name, and that name almost sounds like Corvette the car. And it was like, “The Monica”, as if there was already a diminuitive to it somewhere, and I had tapped into that place. You can see the same thing in graveyards, which is the word, “beloved”. You have to stand there and decide whether a person can stay beloved right up until they die without blowing it at the end, or if you can get a tombstone maker to put any damn thing on there you pay for. Because, was this “comedian” really loved for his schtick, or is it like going into Denny’s, because that’s how much money it takes to be treated like a king.

There was a Monica killed before, and the Demonica post was in my head before, and I mention that yesterday, but I went with the other title which came to me closer in time to when I got Internet access today, and, Mr. Monica and the mass murder don’t go together, but word alteration and ESP always go together, as does ESP and mass murder, a prominent branch of inanity, providing impetus towards figuring out just what causes it. It’s pretty bloody. I need to say, “Died in a war”, three times fast, so it is a person’s name Diane. Diane Nawhare. At Fort Hood, it’ll get back to normal; they’ll push the carnage aside with a push broom and start serving in the cafeteria again once somebody ignores that their war of foreign aggression came home today and proclaims, “Hey. They might have died in a war anyway.”

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(666 is “home”)

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Pantsledge

is a cliche I am particularly proud of; many of them are single words with features that could date from childhood. Your mouth does not always protect the language. You can’t say “R” very well at four, for instance.

A mass murder took place today, Fort Hood, TX. A plane crash did not occur in this universe. I do have another equivalent to ‘plank rash’. That one is ‘pank aches’ (pancakes), frpm childhood. Of course, from methamphetamine intoxication and the syndrome itself, which lends itself to the relentless writing, many, one might say an entire lexicon arrives, although difficult to systematize. Just, truths come out of it, burning, such as, “I am going to order this in thirds, with letters, then syllables, then words, because you just snapped to their existence after a long period of not thinking about them, and then, you forget what it was all about, but you still have a few cryptic words. So, if you don’t tweak, at least keep a notepad next to your bed for jotting things down when you wake up. No, god-damn! Did you believe me?

So, I want to get my ESP order in ahead of everybody, for a piece of the shooting. Notice that I didn’t do it, that is a fact. Another fact is that the Army is made up of confirmed killers, so it’s an occupational hazard. The title is an infantile pronunciation of “pant leg”.

I have amusement sometimes when I’m writing; that is, I write and it’s funny to me and I LOL, but it can be good to read and it wasn’t that funny to write, since there is only the best telling of a story. But, I don’t tell stories. I’d rather not. They play out while I’m not writing. But, some of them are good. I will just refer to them by their numbers, as if we all know them. I did that with recipes, didn’t I? I have no feedback or intelligence of any kind as to how to use a meth recipe. I am not waiting for any. Keep it to yourself. I don’t think it’s legal. I feel like quoting songs. Some of those are good. Tears For Fears songs are good songs to hear on speed. I have some notes over on the table which were fun to write. I’m not going to transcribe them here. That always alters them. I think I might check them for clairvoyance.

Oh, I know what was clairvoyant about the shoting: I was reading Kunstler’s, The Geography of Nowhere at the place he talks about Disney World’s lines. “From the outside, it looks like there’s no line at all, but once you get inside, all the people milling around are one giant line, compressed, …” Well, Fort Hood is a deployment center, so, I was thinking how to shoot forty people, and I came up with: Not by running alongside them. I think you have to stand fast and shoot at people who are all bunched up with a good broadside to you. Any way you look at it, that was crack marksman-grade handgunning. I hope the other two guys explain their way out of any involvement, or they are going to do some time. That’s some fish-in-a-barrel shooting. I doubt it was Al-Quaeda (however you spell that. There probably is no such thing). That makes it a dynamic personal plan and I cannot fathom the human mind capable of that. I mean, him getting up in the morning and walking over there, how come he wasn’t nervous? Did he say, “Come on, you can do this. Piece of cake”, to himself?

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Word Etiology

My cardiologist said he liked this subject, but I had to get a copy of his report to know he went to town on me. I got him on his little brochure saying “delighted to have you as a patient”, they give to everybody, telling him that delight was a weakened form of enchantment. He said I was an enchanting guy. They murder you, don’t they? Who? All. All do. They’re at war at home and abroad. They don’t know peace.

Now comes ‘twitting’ (his word).

twit (twt)
tr.v. twit·ted, twit·ting, twits
To taunt, ridicule, or tease, especially for embarrassing mistakes or faults. See Synonyms at ridicule.
n.
1. The act or an instance of twitting.
2. A reproach, gibe, or taunt.
3. Slang A foolishly annoying person.

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[Short for obsolete atwite, from Middle English atwiten, from Old English ætwtan : æt, at; see at1 + wtan, to reproach; see weid- in Indo-European roots.]

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He’s right; I do do that. I think his name’s Marsh. As long as we’re at it, let’s do ‘git’, from JWL of, “Semolina Pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower.” From, “I’m so tired”: “And although I’m so tired, I light another cigarette, and curse Sir Walter Raleigh, he was such a stupid git.”

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git [gɪt]
n Brit slang
1. a contemptible person, often a fool
2. a bastard
[from get (in the sense: to beget, hence a bastard, fool)]

Noun 1. git – a person who is deemed to be despicable or contemptible; “only a rotter would do that”; “kill the rat”; “throw the bum out”; “you cowardly little pukes!”; “the British call a contemptible person a `git’”
dirty dog, lowlife, puke, rotter, scum bag, skunk, so-and-so, stinker, stinkpot, bum, crumb, rat
disagreeable person, unpleasant person – a person who is not pleasant or agreeable

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My Anus and no Piano

The true title of this post is NLN, for, “no last name”, because of those yellow booking slips from jail, but it reads what it does because a final list or Table of Contents of this site should be all that is necessary to compile all my “cliches”. BTW, there is no true description of my titles in a word. They weren’t titles when they were first written. I was high when I wrote them and I wonder, (a) Are they a standard feature of being high—do other ppl create schizophrenic language?, and (b), If you read them, do they look familiar—have you thought of them, too?

Let me take back “schizophrenic language”, because, I may have to undergo a psychological evaluation pursuant to my upcoming divorce and I don’t want to prejudice the doctor.

“Do you have a blog?”
“Yes. Why? Did my wife tell you that?”
“Nah.”
“Did she tell anyone else who then told you?”
“No. Why? Would that make you angry?”
“Well, I need for you to tell me whether it was I who said, ‘blog’, or you.”
“I hear you say that and I understand how you feel.”
“Oh. IOW, the concept of idiocy, stupidity, retardation, and the cat-bird seat occupied by a penis-envy moron working me on behalf of an incontinent bed-wetter—that shit doesn’t enter into it.”
“Well, gee, you only made it five minutes until your hostility got the best of you. You’ll be charged for the whole hour.”
“Unless I am paying you to monitor visitation, in which case my child won’t show up and I’ll still be charged?”
“No, no. If that happens, you won’t be charged.”
“But it is illegal for him not to be produced. There’s a court order.”
“Let’s not anticipate. Let’s live in the now, shall we?”

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Three hundred’s a good place to stop. I used a redundant phrase: ‘incontinent bed-wetter’. The bed-wetter’s a juvenile epithet, and ‘incontinent’ implies geriatrics, but, consult a psychologist. I think all bed-wetters are incontinent.

Let’s turn this back around to stupidity. Namely, if this is a real blog, the author must be as stupid as it is possible to be. Why? Well, I’d like to answer that “how” question by pointing out that with nothing to gain, here I am confronting the government, my opposition. Ergo, stupid as fuck.

What about stupidity? Well, my take on it is that, as a criminal (I was a criminal), my concern was whether my victims were generally stupid enough to become easily victimized. I would estimate, based upon their lifestyle and resources, whether they would be likely or unlikely to halt my crime in progress, how much time I had before the scams I had in mind were discovered, etc.

Now I would like to reveal two vicious crimes I have in progress, as experiments. I do not have any manufacturing crimes in the works, and those are beyond the scope of an experimental, completely transparent crime. I’m a two-time loser. I can’t get another manufacturing. In fact, on this post I have already “categorized” it, Journal of Recovery. Recovery is how my court case is a cinch. I will win. This petitioner was recruited by me to self-destruct. She is incompetent. Of course I will only “win” as my child reaches ten, fifteen, twenty years of age (he’s five). I might be surprised, but it won’t be pleasant. You did not know that the government could be defeated and humiliated by an individual, did you? Well, think about it: It’s not a living thing. It has no mind. If you come at it in the realm it inhabits, it gives way. It is made of laws. Victories against it, however, are termed Pyrrhic. I think it means, “Not a victory at all.” The parasites sited closest to the body politic raise their own children and enjoy the arrogance of having known which side their bread is buttered on.

Having known that the government was insane and dangerous, why did I antagonize it? Well, only to change it.

My crimes are: i. I scratched a car in this garage and put paint over the scratch, and: ii. Hmm, I can’t think of the other one. It’ll come to me. Gee, maybe there’s only one. I’m sure as hell not going to dig up substitute entries. Those would definitely implicate others, and those people do not want that. I have thought of what it was.

ii. This has more to do with stupidity than it does crime, but the principle is the same. That’s probably why I couldn’t think of it. Someone is asking to lose. That person is Dax (NLN). I gave him a deposit and he said it was “refundable”, but, if you give someone a deposit to hold a room and don’t take the room, he gets to keep the deposit. WTF? Is everybody on speed?

Now I have to go find a list of laboratory equipment as if I were giving you a list and then I was planning on appearing onsite. And, this is what we do, in order to deflect the investigation by the authorities. Yah. Shau! No, fuck; this is more exposure than I bargained for. I am subject to become a person of interest real quick. I better cogitate on this, and, I am decompensated out of my condominium and now, out of my room, in a common area using a computer with the letters missing on the keys. I block the lack of WiFi reception by moving to the computer provided by The Island Inn (Dude, you are not going to find out who scratched your Acura. The paint’s almost faded off my hands). The facts:

1. Tweaks (or, “tweakers”, as they call themselves), are extremely prickly when it comes to you calling the cops, whether it be on them or just TCB (Elvis’ “Taking Care of Business”, c.f. TLC, which is not “Tender Loving Care”. It is Thin-Layer Chromatography).

“Steve! Where are you going? The cell’s that way.”
“I want to get a drink of water.”
“No, Homes.”
“I don’t want to play dominoes.”
“None of the other fifty guys in this day room want to see you anywhere near that guard tower.”
“I wasn’t!”
“In fact, go cut up oranges for pruno, fat ass. Do I have to lead you around this yard holding onto my belt loop?”
“No.”

Uhh, the text is out of sight. I think it’s, “The druggies (Aw, come on, Carolyn (NLN), I told you I won’t be the enabler; notice there is no such thing as ‘druggy’. Try ‘inmate’ on for size.), do a deal where they think you are here, they are there; it’s all good. Huh! As if. In the course of my day I am not about to schedule an AIDS test because I stepped on one of your needles in the living room. You’re a mountain first, then you are washed down to the sea. Do I make myself clear?
So, they form one of the puzzle pieces and a piece’ll fit where it goes. Where druggies go in this blog is that they are my chance for rapprochement. I am on the street playing myself and I am maintaining a . . . . . I’m playing with myself? Yeah, if I only could. Oh, you mean masturbation. Yes. It is preferable to the paranoia. Your paranoia’s drug-fueled. It comes out of nowhere, just on ideation with the last usage in back of it. I’ll never forgive or forget how out of place some of the comments are. They’re too bizarre. So, to be true I won’t tell. It is my belief that citizens of California are not required to report crimes.

2. In my purview, on this site there exists one Sue (NLN), who has stuck me with a direct request for conspiratorial action. You can find it, just read the whole blog. It would cost a $200,000 (including benefits) DEA agent’s time for one or two months; I don’t know how many blogs you have to read. Do the US citizens not bitch over use of resources that way? I wonder. I estimate this blog’s size at 0.5 million words.

3. Obviously, if I have written down many recipes and ppl are still unable to be at home and be there to function, I need to fix that. I am treading on thin ice, you bastards.

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Never mind, really, the good ppl who get killed, but the news is rather spotty when it comes to the wrongful death toll. Putting someone out of their home and taking all their money is tantamount to killing them, ya think? But, just because of a hitch hiker, bitch hiker, jay walker, … damn. someone’s waiting, a tonner.
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2:30 p.m. Tunny took up the computer most of the day. I tried to rest; it is like a barely-concealed rage. I want to scream. It’s not that I’d be happier at home, it’s the self-actualized way ppl my age do things. Older workers are expensive. We come out ahead on several fronts each day. Sitting in a single room that I paid for and wouldn’t need except that I’m excluded from my residence is galling. Oh, I suppose I wasn’t doing anything constructive at home, and I am not otherwise working. That’s how events which led to me being here are suspiciously fortunate for the others who cross my path. One guy cost me $350 as he stuck by my side to help me get belongings and file papers. He was just helping himself. My spouse, of course, stole the house and child, not that I abused her as she claims. These claims, although not proved, probably will not ever have to be proved. My lawyer doesn’t want to be that courtroom embarrassed to appear for the loser, so, instead of the police reports which show my spouse as the aggressor, she only wants the ones to do with this arrest, this hearing, this answer to the restraining order, so she knows what she’s dealing with. She feels that she probably can’t get me back in the house. She feels that since a judge granted the TRO, he must have believed in its merits, despite there being no discovery, no proof of the allegatons, no checking of facts, and despite these things being well-known as today’s second-worst example of an unconstitutional law. Oh, of course, Massachusettes is in the news, but not as patriots, as the state which is charging its inmates rent to house in jail. That’s a diversion. It’s a new atrocity, with public opinion voicing our own thoughts to never be happy with enough repression. Meanwhile, let me put down the names of some jaywalkers here in San Diego. They were Chargers fans. That’s not what we are. The one was not “put into ICU”, he was “in critical condition”. The female’s dead. I remember her name: Monica Azero. A zero. That’s enough to bring her friends to the site, once Google does its part. What are you guys, drunks? Well, wouldn’t you like a nice, clean high you made yourself? A lil’ snort of go-fast’ll blow that alcohol right out of your system.

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The 57-year old last killed jaywalking was just that. It wasn’t a tragedy like if it was a 33-year old nurse from Chula Vista and her “fiance” (some say boyfriend). I am 57. No loss if I go. You have to Google, “killed jaywalking San Diego”, but you also get the one in El Cajon from August 26. I am interested in Hazard Center Drive. If he lives but she dies, what was it about the attitude of the tires with respect to her head? I work with …around, around heavy equipment, and a bulldozer is not the one I want. I want a rubber-tired skiploader, which bounces like a bunny rabbit. Something bigger is merely right-sized when you take ten giant steps backwards. Then look at it. Now, put that survey truck under it and have it jump up and down on it. That’s what I always do. We never hurry the chief. I just watch and imagine things and am glad for the break.

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“Copy that.”

11-3-09

Piebald Macaw

There is no piebald macaw, but ‘pied’ is a bird color.

That ton girl is still hogging the Wifi, so, I am writing longhand.

I met my pigeon. I almost confessed. It’s a slim Jewish woman from New York about Judge Judy’s stature. She’s in a well-tailored pantsuit so I thought with the Acura it was an intense ninja working his way around the fenders. I turned my back and walked away before we made eye contact, but she caught up with me at the elevator. Books were slipping out of her arms so I took one of her packages.

Things were

I felt a post coming on ( I am on the wrong page. If I’m in a notebook I should ot start writing on the first page. This is quadrille, like Lewis Carrol).

NMN is

NLN is really NMN, as used. My mother has NMN. There is no meaning for “No Maiden Name”.

Tina is the name of a sixteenth, so that is a kind.

“Abzorb” is an alias I better use rather than to put any of the names, first or otherwise, since I know all three.

See if I c’n get the date squeezed in. Y

Footnotes: The macaw was a yellow, okay, gold. It was gold and blue, but in equal amounts. You go with the main color. I do, anyway. It saves ink, and ink is money. I don’t know, it was there. I needed a title. I don’t have my notes. I have new notes. I always have notes. I have anew note book, then. I’m rather proud of it. It’s a laboratory notebook. Not really, but, it was in one of those stores that smell like mothballs. I also didn’t have my five-year old when it was my daughter. No, it was worse since she was only three. Daughters are worse anyhow, because when they’re gone your imagination sees them surrounded by clouds, and little girls’ clothes look a lot more like clouds, what with being composed of crinoline, lace, satin, etc. Patent-leather, buckles, curls, gingham, …sad. I stood in front of a wallboard with school supplies on it. For a year I bought her toys. There was no place to send them. I could feel my son, “Get scissors, yes. Don’t get glue. One notebook’s enough.” I couldn’t find the glue. I’ll see him soon.

About the names: The smallest thing that could be called Tina’s going to be a nineteenth, not a thirteenth, and that’s 1.4947 g.

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“My anus and no piano”, I believe came at the bottom of a page. I was writing pages as a warmup to discovering it. It could also have been entered at the margin at the top. All those thousands of original pages from 1990-1995 are lost. I lost it all twice in that period. They house you and I guess I never crossed over into the average kiester stash, so I lost every.thing. I wonder if I’ve posted, “The Kiester Bunny”? This is designed to sway you (that’s a title), such that you say it with assonance, the repitition of a vowel sound, used in poetry. I want you to mispronounce piano with a long A. Then it sounds good. It also approximated, My anus and nope, he ain’t ‘No.’ It amazes me how some ppl are still struggling within the confines of language. Make up your own. Just, cover the fact it is vulgar by only using one word of dialect surrounded by words spelled their regular way. Give us a chance. Don’t take whole sentences and give us just the initial letter of each word.

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Oh, I see. The stupidity threw me. Dax was not stupid enough to give me my deposit back. He just said he was. In fact, he said he spent it and wouldn’t be able to give it to me until the eiyhth or ninth. I’m experimentally spelling. See if it still looks like eighth. No, it looks backwards. Words don’t get misspelled backwards. Nah, Dax evidently subscribes to the okey-doke theory of comparative stupidity. Dude, you smoke. You are on a one-way nightmare dilemma. Smoke them cigarettes.

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Plan D

I finally figured out a cliched title to use. Any time I use argument of the form */* I am “hyperlinking” to certain logic, and if “cyberspace” exists, this logic occupies an “address” in it. Two other forms of logic are currently present there. All three consist in “Mir Theory”, “[2,3]“, and “Rising/Falling Theory”.

I have to write about living people. That is unfortunate. I have done it before, and am currently split on it. That is, I have not been able to fully do it. I had to delete. I might be asked to delete this. If so, I’ll do it. Information on living people is taboo on the Internet. The Internet might seem new. It is not. All of the repression from previous forms of mass media has translated well to Internet, because, of course, the repression was found when you were born. It had a self-perpetuating and hideous karma which feeds off murder and fear, greed and obssession.

I have search terms of ‘porn stereogram’ and Tiny Oriental Crips. One of my readers is apparently self-actualized and has put two-and-two together and that’s dynamite. Let’s make hot stereograms following our real work of using the technology to see the invisible three-dimensional relationships in front of us of some molecules so that we can make (+)-methamphetamine out of the run of refinery materials, if ever.

The TOC is not just a bunch of meth dealers stuck in poverty. It is an Asian Triad kind of imported warlord power structure who just used meth to intrude into prison gangs. They had to get their time in order to go to work, and they’re going to change the world. I can hear the pitter-pat of tiny feet as I type.

This post is about non-closure, and, I know, we like closure. Well, how about when we do not get it? Because, this is not being happy when others fall as long as the system is a demonstrated fraud. Some of those “criminals” are you. You can expect to have your turn, girl. It’s not breast cancer. It’s turning up dead while waiting in stir

I need definitions. I have already used computer terms to make a point about psi, which was that in the alternate universes, ideas are substantial such that a good mind is psychic, and why? When I put one of my treasured three theories to work, they are contained in 1989. If I use, they’ll come into this world. This title is contained in 1989. It means neither Plan A nor Plan B worked, in the same sense that a reserve chute fails to open, and just in case you double-bag the face on that hose monster, or carry two reserves, it is still past it. It is fatal without doubt. This is very nearly death for anyone born in the 19th Century, like. Plan Z does exist to trap the unwary. Only a retard would pick it. In the laboratory we enter 999 for the value of an instrumental reading we just can’t get, to make sure that all the readings entered correspond to the date they were collected. The gauge should break if it tries to read 999, something like that. If it reads 999, write 998, how about that?

Clearly, I do not know what the tags are, but I did discover how “chemistry” as a tag can give you all the chemistry blogs (but they are no good). Now, what do the categories do?

1.A ridge of high land dividing two areas that are drained by different river systems. Also called water parting.
2.The region draining into a river, river system, or other body of water.
3.A critical point that marks a division or a change of course; a turning point: “a watershed in modern American history, a time that … forever changed American social attitudes” (Robert Reinhold).

I’m using def 3 today. It is my personal watershed. I am terrified of my legal troubles. They’re about to make me destitute. Winter’s coming on. It is November First. If anything else happens, I’ll die soon. If not, I’ll still die pretty soon, so, on one of these there’s a terrific rider. There’s also a terror of returning to substance abuse, because it can be found in both the upper and lower strata of society.

Of course, there is compulsive eating, but turning obese takes years. Returning to drugs or alcohol addiction can happen within a day. I mean, I do not care what the “experts” say about the similarities. They think carbon dioxide is similar to cyanide. They think C stands for cancer. But, I wll tell on myself first. Here is a link to compulsive overeating here.

I’m not going to tell everything on myself. The legal system is completely unjust. I don’t want to hear the words which will make me think there was something I could have done if only I’d kept my mouth shut. I have already filled this site with enough insane statements and have plenty of psych history, so I may as well go for broke. I don’t want any fucking psych evaluations just to see my child, on a “Yes, I rule that I am only looking out for the child’s best interest now, so you can pay your last sou, and later, when your idea about what poison is will be eliminated with your sad-ass body whose findings will be being found. My findings in the case were that Fahrenheit 415 destroyed you to the benefit of several of my minions, who owe me a round of golf.”

Hm, golf. Alixce is still elping me. Oh, now there’s SEGtax. I’ve seen Alice Cooper. No more applications for SEGtax on e-mail “meetings” will be accepted and are now null and void. Attendance is mandatory. Good show, Vince. The math for the picture appears below (I was looking up “double induction” and went into Ramsey theory and found this picture). Here’s what AC looks like now (he went to the front of the queue of what I was writing, because, the actual show depends upon the designs of Vince Furnier (Alice), and the person of Vince is all that operates offstage, like now, so its theoretical psi, but this post is “addiction” w/o being my personal recovery. My recovery is in a cocked top hat):

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trust

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Alice Cooper (born Vincent Damon Furnier; February 4, 1948) is an American rock singer, songwriter and musician whose career spans more than four decades. …

“He’ll be 62 on his next birthday b’gawlk.”
“Shut up. He didn’t bite the head off of anything.”

This is the night watchman at Del Monte. Could you return control of my television set to me?

1108 Thank you
quote
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How many people must you have at dinner to ensure that there are a subset of 3 people who all either mutual acquaintances, or mutual strangers?
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Answer: 6 people! First we show that 6 people are enough: take any vertex, Fred. Fred has 5 edges emanating from him; at least 3 are the same color. Suppose without loss of generality it is red. If any of those 3 people that Fred knows know each other, then we have a red triangle! If none of those 3 know each other, we have a blue triangle!

What about Alice? Well, yeah, Alice, Benny, David, Carol, Ethyl, hey there’s no Fred in that. This is a Dinner Dirty Problem. You messed up your survey, Steve. Give us the right stakes. Tear these out.
Man, check it out. You can’t shoot a short backsight and set accurate elevations a long ways out, fool. Fred is “F”, he’s V6, and five is not enough (although there is a picture of five), since from any one guest two and two lines go out and that’s not three, dog. Fred is absent. You are Fred.

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“You’re one, too, and I’m one, too.”

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(My most recent booking number was 9870499).

I still have to write about Nikki and Lee Michaels. One of my blog readers went with me. Her name’s Nikki. She turned out to be beautiful. People kept checking her out. You know, guys too big to eat.

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quote I did not unquote last time, these numbers are off by one. The 99s are zeroes. The guy after Frank Sinatra’s bkg #, black and born in 1918, is father white? And had scarred lungs from the battle of Ypres? Am I saying he was better than Frank Sinatra? No, how about he was better than Martin Luther King and Abraham Lincoln put together. He was better than whatever you love, lop.

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Apr 18, 1996 … Let G=K be a Riemannian symmetric space of the noncom- … that (i) K is su ciently large in G so that every irreducible unitary representation …… This follows by a double induction formula, as in 15] pp. …. row of numbers that are either all integers or all half-odd-integers and satisfy …

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You can’t umm, get the real information. It is always a painful PDF and just an abstract. But, me and Nikki, an accountant, were talking about psi and how the Bayesian statistics bore out the proposition that psi coincidences were spurious. Then, all the bell-shaped curves in the world have to go up against the Incompleteness Theorem, where you count, 1,2, large, and searching “Riemann, double-induction, large numbers”, should give us large enough numbers, although not infinite, that describe coincidences as being laid on top of an already complex system. It is just a little more data, and only applies in a one-two follow-on cosmology with the real world and the possible world being caught on the fly such that entropy is lost from the order effect/cause, where cause/effect is empirically insufficient.

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