Not being utterly heartless, Mack Cobber liked to leave clues like crumbs for little birds, clues that could lead to An Exit, a startling solution. Not all the ethereals were brave enough to live in the skin, as it were.

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Most of them were cosmically comfy, far from the density and dimension where fire burns the flesh and water can drown. Like the chickenhawks sending kids to a war they wouldn’t fight personally, the ethereals often preferred distant comment fraught with faux conviction. The folk like Balls and Flam Eth who would enter the fray at full risk were rare. It was bloody dangerous over there in K1, the part of the reality spectrum where physical and psychological consequences were between monstrous and marvelous.   more »

HoloKaleidoscope notes. In the coming shaped light, you’ll become increasingly more conscious of the holoKaleidoscope quality of your dazzling experience.

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I’m trying to translate as much shaped light info as I can for the general reader, but Want to put in material for the finger-pickin' faheyesque quick reader too.   more »

CatsPurrDynamagik Healing Systems Machines – psychibiomachines. Your own shaman machine. The CatsPurrDynamagik System works in any bio-position, but is particularly designed for the supine, being sloth-friendly – let your psyche do the cavorting. A popular CatsPurrDynamagik model looks like a leaf blower, but is silent. It blows a mist of sunshine, of shiny sunlight through your aura, untarnishes your etheric blueprint, ungums your dna, and effervesces your blood.

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The chassis and handle of the CatsPurrDynamagik Healing Systems Machine are obsidian. It has etheric gem-metal alloy bands around the nozzle – copper, silver, gold, magnetic iron, quartz, topaz, and titanium last to take it all – the aura, the blueprint, the dna, the blood -- sweetly and elegantly into the future.    more »

Balls Bazook greeted our God who art Hen and her consort randy Rooster Randy with the easy familiarity of old pals.

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Hen didn’t stand upon ceremony with Her pals, but She was plenty pissed with a lot of egg Earth’s dimwit denizens. As soon as Her gleaming emerald eye lit upon Balls, She cried, “Balls, what in chickenfeces Hell is going on down there on My egg Earth? I am about to land an official load of major league chickenfeces on that – that –“ She clicked Her beak dreadfully, “that pipsqueak, that popinjay little King George, a fragrant message from Mother, I’ll tell you.”   more »

“Did you ever serve the red, white and blue, Bazook?” asked Colonel Fogofwar who ruled Asteroid 399 with an iron fist. Literally. He’d had his left hand blown off in 2119, the middle of the AmerIraq War which began on March 20, 2003. He’d had the shattered stump fused with a clenched iron fist. There were few beings on Asteroid 399 except for the Myrmydons and he taught then to march in phalanxes and to salute when he blew his mind-cleansingly shrill silver whistle.

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“Saluting’s important, Bazook. it reminds everyone of who is in charge. Not unlike the sign of the self-inflicted noose or tie that corporate slaves obediently knot around their own neck every morning to prove with an outward and visible sign of herd-willing humiliation their submission to the corporate overlords. ‘I am not a troublemaker. I won’t stray too far. So long as I can have a Weber grill, a BMW automobile, and a brassette-trophy wife and the Superbowl, I am willing to forfeit and even forget dignity and originality and my spunky, punky peculiar freedom whatever that might have been.’”   more »

So Nam and Pam By named their only son L.J. Camps (an acronym for Lord Jesus Christ As My Personal Savior) in a mockery of the idea that even the most through-the-wrong-end-of-the-telescope deity would be embarrassed to demand such petty piety as to mouth certain cowed syllables to open them Pearly Gates, or else down-escalator for thee, heathen, how ever benign, however truly kind you were. Wear and declare the LJC label or bottomless pits. Piffle. ..

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“Never did I conceive, believe that you, Slithy, you could would harden darken your heart to this shrill chilling degree. I thought irony would protect you from the slaught, the rat-gnawed ravages of the Mind Parasites.    more »

The Firstest Amendment: Self-evidently it is trooth that we each & all have the sentient right to as much fun as possible (amfap) consistent with roughly equal sharing of whatever latrine-cleaning tasks have to be accomplished in any given Realm. Awarthogs.

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... The Fight for Fun (FiFF, among the hipnoscenti) was led by the tuffest, cutest, rootiest tootiest war thog they ever hatched: Balls Bazook. Fecund fun, that is the cri de coeur. Hip hip funsaway. Balls was supremely laffable – able to laff. You had to love Balls – he was truly hung. It was hard to know which was bigger, his balls or his heart. Balls Bazook, chieftain of war thogs. .. Balls said, “The Earth Movie is running over-budget. We’re fouling the locations. Too many droves of extras are actually dying. Karmic insurance will no longer cover this production.” .. .. Part 4 .. Only the deep space raiders and traders and traitors knew about the wererats. Most people, or octopoids for that matter, took deep space in suspended animation. Those who could remain awake saw and/or knew (yeah, in almost the biblical sense) beauties and monsters beyond compare. The unspoken-of were the wererats. The wererats gnawed on your brain and ate your eyeballs from behind. They fed on the secret seething stashes of petty loathsomenesses you had stored up in the dungeons and bleak cold corners of your brain where it might or did go insane. The where you not only did not give one damn about anyone or anything – a free fall of ennui – but you wished it all ill. One-stop hell. ..   more »