LSR Notes: 9/10/20

9:30 PM 9/10/20

Most of the crombo-freaks think someone or something from outerspace is going to save them in some non-cis-gendered de-genderfied intersectional way …

but that’s NOT going to happen …

the aliens will kill you freaks FIRST …

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5:57 PM 9/10/20

what if you’re at your wit’s end?

you see enemies everywhere …

and your paranoia is like an aetheric residue that covers all your world with yellow and pasty bullshit pain …

(and mad thoughts of NAZI gold in Canada, somewhere …)

What if that’s what’s going on?

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5:30 PM 9/10/20

Spoon bending?

Just someone tell me why I should care, even if it’s real?

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5:18 PM 9/10/20

I am the herald …

I will show you the path of the coming storm.

My heart was broken by the ANT Lords of 2345 BC.

I conquered my heart, and then conquered my lovers ….

Every grain of salt is owned by T’lebian of Roog …

Your mind is saucy.

All the land is dead.

Homer? – was a transient … a homeless dude.

And the poems he retold? – the story of a dumpster fire …

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5:09 PM 9/10/20

by the year 2037, you will be known as Duke Jork …

Your realm will comprise a region of swamps and forests and rivers and old nuclear reactor sites …

You will have fists made of steel, and a heart of rip-rap …

And nothing you do will fail …

And all gold will flow 2U.

but like Alexander the Great? – love will be your undoing.

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5:05 PM 9/10/20

In August of 1993, I was working on a ship in the gulf of Alaska. We were in port, in Juneau, one day – and me and some dudes from the ship snuck onto a cruise ship, by shimmying up the bow line, we were really drunk, we got on, went down crew quarters, pretended to be passengers

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4:37 PM 9/10/20

I think I might be a psychic detective …

(if someone pays me enough money)

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4:22 PM 9/10/20

Bicyclists wearing masks ….

I see a LOT of that in #Seattle.

I saw an idiot, pumping the bike pedals, going up hill, in the sun, wearing a mask …

(too absurd to even respond to)

Runners: wearing masks …

I wear the nasty old one when I have to, it’s covered in dried blood and mucous and death …

the mask I use is so gross now? – it’s turning brownish/red ….

and yet the PCC checkout wench wanted that on my face … despite the mold vapor I was pushing her way … she preferred the killer mold and dried blood and other stuff to me NOT having that dirty mask on …

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8:13 AM 9/10/20

IF I live to DAY 133 post “big flush”?

Sometimes that’s what I call it … the “big flush”.

If I do? – I will be known as Vindoz, the Harbinger of Rain Sharks …

I will organize the drumbian-folk of sector 5 (Ballard, Seattle) into klumpet gangs, armed with lead pipes, fury