Before I say my Goodbye to Snubsnack, I wanted to leave something as a legacy to that woman or women who might take the sum total of her/their experience to cut the balls off of this SIM.
I tend to choose the philosophical or theoretical razer I like the most, cut myself and read the shapes the blood makes on the floor covering. Sometimes they are very nice.
I then Cross reference the resulting patterns to previous bleed outs and bleed throughs.
Once I have trialled all razors on a problem or when I have lost sufficient blood, I choose to take a nap.
I apolo guise for the omission of details and poor spellkraft.
I was referring to a knap that one might resurface a flint, knife or scalpel.
I do like to keep my razors sharp, but not too sharp that the cuts don't leave a scar....visual and textural reference points keep me from repeating the same thing eternally. They keep me from repeating the same thing eternally.
Attached is a photo ( I asked permission) of my cousin Earnie. He obtained many degrees in philosophy, art, physics, law and filial piety from the Universitree.
Fun Knee how you choose words that have Dub Hell meanings.
The famous Brit Ass Jeer Null called The Lancet refers to the scalp all.
Your Ocam's Razor is always atomic sharp.
Have you ever seen the film Memento? The dude tattooed himself so he would have a permanent record of everything that he forgets.
Regards to Cousin Earnie.
One of the Out Back BackWoods races would mix dung with the wounds so they would puff up Real Big.
UnFun Fact: The Lancet (as I referred to earlier - I've got an ass sew she ate tiv mind) was used by Jenner to INGRAFT pus from animals into man for the purpose of implanting the Small Pox Demon in folke, and the process of the typical wound on the arm that showed like a badge that you were altered by pollution forever was called Scarification.
Goddamn.
Voudon is the oldest religion on the planet and its tentacles invade every aspect of what passes for Life on this Hell Planet.
I guess that is why hactors and prior pretty petty people get their faces packed with botulism.... IT'S TO REMEMBER that money can't buy time from the Voodoo Medicine Man. Time can only be spent or stolen.
I know you've probably covered this stuff in your books butt anyways...
Botulism comes from Medi-evil Latin botulus ...which means sausage...witch comes from botellus...which means bowels/ intestines.
So in effect : injections of shit to puff up the face! .... pretty scarifying if you assed me!Gives new meaning to the term " shitfaced"
You would have to BE shitfaced to GET shitfaced.
"Botox" is a blend of "botulinum" and "toxin," referring to the neurotoxic protein produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum.
Hoodoo doo doo...yuck! Yahoodoo gurus.
Crikey.....
One of the earliest recorded outbreaks of foodborne botulism occurred in 1793 in the village of Wildbad in what is now Baden-Württemberg, Germany. Thirteen people became sick and six died after eating pork stomach filled with blood sausage,
Wow, that's 13 cases of shitface in Wildbad county alone!
Aaaand, we come FULL circle....
With the outbreak of World War II, weaponization of botulinum toxin was investigated at Fort Detrick in Maryland. Carl Lamanna and James Duff[108] developed the concentration and crystallization techniques that Edward J. Schantz used to create the first clinical product. When the Army's Chemical Corps was disbanded, Schantz moved to the Food Research Institute in Wisconsin, where he manufactured toxin for experimental use and provided it to the academic community.
I call this way of things " Jenner's Lining"...
When things couldn't possibly get any worse but they do... Kind of like " a Silver lining" butt more puffy.
Really liking your: spent/stolen time token notion.
I'll take: Shitfaced for $500, Alex.
... and the category is: WORSE than botulism... 15 seconds...
um... uh... EATING PORK STOMACH PACKED WITH BLOOD SAUSAGE!
sorry, frame it in the form of a question:
WHAT IS: eating pork stomach packed with blood sausage?!
Ewe are correct! Now onto the lightening round!
Mr. Daddy - can I call you: Puff? You shuddn't ort to have brought up bot chew lie numb. Now all of the vire asses don't exist crowd will deny the existence of bacteria and toxins and then the entire millie tarrry in dust trial complex will collapse for lack of a goat with a scape.
Charles Higgins said that the gift of the smallpox shat was TETANUS the COUSIN of botulinum. So Jenner's Lining goes from sea to shining chemtrail.
The question to enter many websites could be more succinct if it were not
" Are you a Robot?"
Butt " Are you acting like a Robot?"
Or " Are you inside a Robot butt, but you don't know it?"
I am putting this under The Knife, Inside the Church of the Mechanic because I have the personal opportunity to learn more about the basics (what am I , where am I ...) WITH someone who has a near intact memory-
AND not just through " talent" ( whatever that is) but someone who has spent his life WORKING his mind and FEEDING his mind by taking care of his body: FOR A PURPOSE!!!!
This person has not just the will and dedication to jump ship and make it to shore, but to help others.
The methods of his lessons may seem harsh in a hell that has been given the veneer of benevolence, butt no mistaking, we are in hell, so I comment on his sight, and on this site, to get some callouses, toughen up my soft ego and get some crystallized neural pathways crushed.
So I present my fractal memories and summeries for inspection by a blade master for abuse or use, not just to resist the Shumerian long game, but to take take out the game, the machine and the architect.
Metaphorically, I see my vessel/ body/mind as an accordion. The ethereal energy that plays this thing, pushes the notes and times the breath and beat of the musical wind pipes is what I call my spirit/ soul/ individuality.
My memory has been poisoned, so I tend to simplify the complex in order to retain reference points in this hell with Jenner's Lining.
I have an ability to condense large concepts without loosing the shape of them, just some of the angles / dimensions are hidden.
I think this is the art of the creative writer, poet, visual artist, to simplify without loosing the essence of the thing.
I don't like philosophical/ theoretical razers for actual problems because they are designed to reduce input to a subjective and consentual acceptable conclusion. When THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS!!!!
Not-Nothing can not be left out. ( There is no such thing as a vacuum, so there is no " nothing")
So when I applied to be judged as " Robot, not Robot or semi-Robot" by commenting on Patrick's "HELP for free" substack, in his response he said " you are a master of Occam's". ( Or something like that)...
Now, I could have taken this as a compliment, an insult OR an opportunity to learn about WHAT AM I and WHERE AM I.
Since I despise paper cuts and blades that leave no sign of their passing through my flesh or ego, I didn't accept or reject Patrick's reply.
Soon I saw the simple truth in his statement....I am an adept of Occam's.
If I say, for example "and we come full circle"
I could view this circle as a boundary, a ring, a coil or spring. Compressed it becomes 2 dimensional, expanded it can become 3 dimensional or infinite.
A compromised memory like mine needs starting points, so to show that I understand something I reduce it to a size that fits my sight and rational, then I expand it like an accordion fitted with new and old notes....I breathe it in and listen to what comes out and adjust both the inputs and exhalations ( sigh) according to my purpose.
Sometimes things go pop and fall apart...but I too rarely like to listen to the same tune twice....
As Patrick simplified in a recent article:
" Meaning must have purpose" or something like that......
If I were had a dollar for every time shills accused me of being under the Dunning Kruger illusion...
I first noticed this grade school debate tactic reply probably around 15 or so years ago. When it was pointed out that their mindless attack did not apply because they never had a logical rebuttal to my post, so it was an empty red herring fallacy way to sound cool w/o being cool, they generally went away or continued with more silly fallacies.
I love your DK assessment though. "Just because it became a pop reference, just because it is too-often repeated, just because it has the FALSE PATINA of inferred/inflicted ‘authority DOESN’T MEAN THAT DUNNING AND KRUGER WEREN’T ACTING OUT THE BULLSHIT OF THEIR OWN-MAKING BY PRETENDING/PRESUMING TO BE MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THEY OBVIOUSLY ARE NOT."
As the playwright Gwen Thomas's father would say: You are a Rich Man with no money...
What your comment solidifies is that we have always been surrounded by Karens before we had the word "Karen" to describe morons who try to force us to resonate in sympathy with their dissonance in an effort to make THEM feel like their mind-noise is legitimate because 'everyone thinks that way'.
By all means: Play Your Rise away!
When I typed that run-on sentence in stream of consciousness (more like babbling brook of backwater) I had to speak it out in my head to make sure I wasn't doing a double-negative in an attempt to convey what I meant:
That we cannot accord DK the presumption that they were intelligent to begin with, therefore they can't be posturing that they are MORE intelligent than their baseline for having come up with the mind-vomit. Hence "... to be more intelligent than they are..." would have been a false statement by according them a status which they have not demonstrated. Therefore: "... to be more intelligent then they ARE NOT." has to be the proper grammar and conveyance of the idea even though Latin Scholars are probably having tetanus convulsions over the word-construction. It does make you THINK the sentence and the meaning of it through which is a kind of sly thing in that (as you have witnessed and written) most grape apes lack the capacity to think in the first place.
So, here I smugly sit after that thought flopped out of my brain like a Big Ole Slimy Flopping Thing, preformed and perfectly formed even though I had a twinge of self-doubt before I fact-checked my own Lingua Franca.
I tend to choose the philosophical or theoretical razer I like the most, cut myself and read the shapes the blood makes on the floor covering. Sometimes they are very nice.
I then Cross reference the resulting patterns to previous bleed outs and bleed throughs.
Once I have trialled all razors on a problem or when I have lost sufficient blood, I choose to take a nap.
Dear Stigmata,
Just for reference: when you take the nap is it from your carpet or your hair?
I apolo guise for the omission of details and poor spellkraft.
I was referring to a knap that one might resurface a flint, knife or scalpel.
I do like to keep my razors sharp, but not too sharp that the cuts don't leave a scar....visual and textural reference points keep me from repeating the same thing eternally. They keep me from repeating the same thing eternally.
Attached is a photo ( I asked permission) of my cousin Earnie. He obtained many degrees in philosophy, art, physics, law and filial piety from the Universitree.
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=aboriginal%20scarification&ko=-1&ia=images&iax=images&iai=https%3A%2F%2Fi.dailymail.co.uk%2Fi%2Fnewpix%2F2018%2F06%2F20%2F15%2F4D69504D00000578-0-image-a-66_1529505196023.jpg
Dear Doctor Skinflint,
Fun Knee how you choose words that have Dub Hell meanings.
The famous Brit Ass Jeer Null called The Lancet refers to the scalp all.
Your Ocam's Razor is always atomic sharp.
Have you ever seen the film Memento? The dude tattooed himself so he would have a permanent record of everything that he forgets.
Regards to Cousin Earnie.
One of the Out Back BackWoods races would mix dung with the wounds so they would puff up Real Big.
UnFun Fact: The Lancet (as I referred to earlier - I've got an ass sew she ate tiv mind) was used by Jenner to INGRAFT pus from animals into man for the purpose of implanting the Small Pox Demon in folke, and the process of the typical wound on the arm that showed like a badge that you were altered by pollution forever was called Scarification.
Goddamn.
Voudon is the oldest religion on the planet and its tentacles invade every aspect of what passes for Life on this Hell Planet.
Internresting!
I guess that is why hactors and prior pretty petty people get their faces packed with botulism.... IT'S TO REMEMBER that money can't buy time from the Voodoo Medicine Man. Time can only be spent or stolen.
I know you've probably covered this stuff in your books butt anyways...
Botulism comes from Medi-evil Latin botulus ...which means sausage...witch comes from botellus...which means bowels/ intestines.
So in effect : injections of shit to puff up the face! .... pretty scarifying if you assed me!Gives new meaning to the term " shitfaced"
You would have to BE shitfaced to GET shitfaced.
"Botox" is a blend of "botulinum" and "toxin," referring to the neurotoxic protein produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum.
Hoodoo doo doo...yuck! Yahoodoo gurus.
Crikey.....
One of the earliest recorded outbreaks of foodborne botulism occurred in 1793 in the village of Wildbad in what is now Baden-Württemberg, Germany. Thirteen people became sick and six died after eating pork stomach filled with blood sausage,
Wow, that's 13 cases of shitface in Wildbad county alone!
Aaaand, we come FULL circle....
With the outbreak of World War II, weaponization of botulinum toxin was investigated at Fort Detrick in Maryland. Carl Lamanna and James Duff[108] developed the concentration and crystallization techniques that Edward J. Schantz used to create the first clinical product. When the Army's Chemical Corps was disbanded, Schantz moved to the Food Research Institute in Wisconsin, where he manufactured toxin for experimental use and provided it to the academic community.
I call this way of things " Jenner's Lining"...
When things couldn't possibly get any worse but they do... Kind of like " a Silver lining" butt more puffy.
Dear Puff Daddy,
Really liking your: spent/stolen time token notion.
I'll take: Shitfaced for $500, Alex.
... and the category is: WORSE than botulism... 15 seconds...
um... uh... EATING PORK STOMACH PACKED WITH BLOOD SAUSAGE!
sorry, frame it in the form of a question:
WHAT IS: eating pork stomach packed with blood sausage?!
Ewe are correct! Now onto the lightening round!
Mr. Daddy - can I call you: Puff? You shuddn't ort to have brought up bot chew lie numb. Now all of the vire asses don't exist crowd will deny the existence of bacteria and toxins and then the entire millie tarrry in dust trial complex will collapse for lack of a goat with a scape.
Charles Higgins said that the gift of the smallpox shat was TETANUS the COUSIN of botulinum. So Jenner's Lining goes from sea to shining chemtrail.
…there’s nothing to add here. You guys have said pretty much all there’s to say and some. I’ve never heard of doughnut and kringle
Where were you when I was writing this?
I could have used your Krispie Kringle and Dog Nutts humor!
Oh well, for the handful of people and bots that read the comments your genius is like a diamond still in the matrix.
Love always, Patrick. Will hope for more!
" Memory, like the bla, bla, bla, bla blaaah"
The question to enter many websites could be more succinct if it were not
" Are you a Robot?"
Butt " Are you acting like a Robot?"
Or " Are you inside a Robot butt, but you don't know it?"
I am putting this under The Knife, Inside the Church of the Mechanic because I have the personal opportunity to learn more about the basics (what am I , where am I ...) WITH someone who has a near intact memory-
AND not just through " talent" ( whatever that is) but someone who has spent his life WORKING his mind and FEEDING his mind by taking care of his body: FOR A PURPOSE!!!!
This person has not just the will and dedication to jump ship and make it to shore, but to help others.
The methods of his lessons may seem harsh in a hell that has been given the veneer of benevolence, butt no mistaking, we are in hell, so I comment on his sight, and on this site, to get some callouses, toughen up my soft ego and get some crystallized neural pathways crushed.
So I present my fractal memories and summeries for inspection by a blade master for abuse or use, not just to resist the Shumerian long game, but to take take out the game, the machine and the architect.
Metaphorically, I see my vessel/ body/mind as an accordion. The ethereal energy that plays this thing, pushes the notes and times the breath and beat of the musical wind pipes is what I call my spirit/ soul/ individuality.
My memory has been poisoned, so I tend to simplify the complex in order to retain reference points in this hell with Jenner's Lining.
I have an ability to condense large concepts without loosing the shape of them, just some of the angles / dimensions are hidden.
I think this is the art of the creative writer, poet, visual artist, to simplify without loosing the essence of the thing.
I don't like philosophical/ theoretical razers for actual problems because they are designed to reduce input to a subjective and consentual acceptable conclusion. When THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS!!!!
Not-Nothing can not be left out. ( There is no such thing as a vacuum, so there is no " nothing")
So when I applied to be judged as " Robot, not Robot or semi-Robot" by commenting on Patrick's "HELP for free" substack, in his response he said " you are a master of Occam's". ( Or something like that)...
Now, I could have taken this as a compliment, an insult OR an opportunity to learn about WHAT AM I and WHERE AM I.
Since I despise paper cuts and blades that leave no sign of their passing through my flesh or ego, I didn't accept or reject Patrick's reply.
Soon I saw the simple truth in his statement....I am an adept of Occam's.
If I say, for example "and we come full circle"
I could view this circle as a boundary, a ring, a coil or spring. Compressed it becomes 2 dimensional, expanded it can become 3 dimensional or infinite.
A compromised memory like mine needs starting points, so to show that I understand something I reduce it to a size that fits my sight and rational, then I expand it like an accordion fitted with new and old notes....I breathe it in and listen to what comes out and adjust both the inputs and exhalations ( sigh) according to my purpose.
Sometimes things go pop and fall apart...but I too rarely like to listen to the same tune twice....
As Patrick simplified in a recent article:
" Meaning must have purpose" or something like that......
What was I talking about?
If I were had a dollar for every time shills accused me of being under the Dunning Kruger illusion...
I first noticed this grade school debate tactic reply probably around 15 or so years ago. When it was pointed out that their mindless attack did not apply because they never had a logical rebuttal to my post, so it was an empty red herring fallacy way to sound cool w/o being cool, they generally went away or continued with more silly fallacies.
I love your DK assessment though. "Just because it became a pop reference, just because it is too-often repeated, just because it has the FALSE PATINA of inferred/inflicted ‘authority DOESN’T MEAN THAT DUNNING AND KRUGER WEREN’T ACTING OUT THE BULLSHIT OF THEIR OWN-MAKING BY PRETENDING/PRESUMING TO BE MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THEY OBVIOUSLY ARE NOT."
Fucking Brilliant!
I may steal it for a reserve response meme.
"
As the playwright Gwen Thomas's father would say: You are a Rich Man with no money...
What your comment solidifies is that we have always been surrounded by Karens before we had the word "Karen" to describe morons who try to force us to resonate in sympathy with their dissonance in an effort to make THEM feel like their mind-noise is legitimate because 'everyone thinks that way'.
By all means: Play Your Rise away!
When I typed that run-on sentence in stream of consciousness (more like babbling brook of backwater) I had to speak it out in my head to make sure I wasn't doing a double-negative in an attempt to convey what I meant:
That we cannot accord DK the presumption that they were intelligent to begin with, therefore they can't be posturing that they are MORE intelligent than their baseline for having come up with the mind-vomit. Hence "... to be more intelligent than they are..." would have been a false statement by according them a status which they have not demonstrated. Therefore: "... to be more intelligent then they ARE NOT." has to be the proper grammar and conveyance of the idea even though Latin Scholars are probably having tetanus convulsions over the word-construction. It does make you THINK the sentence and the meaning of it through which is a kind of sly thing in that (as you have witnessed and written) most grape apes lack the capacity to think in the first place.
So, here I smugly sit after that thought flopped out of my brain like a Big Ole Slimy Flopping Thing, preformed and perfectly formed even though I had a twinge of self-doubt before I fact-checked my own Lingua Franca.
Cheers.
I think she used the wrong word. The world is full of ignorant people and each and everyone of us fall into that category at some point in time.
The world stage is a theatre and the show must go on, unfortunately even when the script is terrible (like this reality).
On a brighter note....when I was in High School, I was a fan of the Moody Blues.
Much later I became a fan of Mike Dawes who now plays with the Moody Blues. Ain't life a hoot sometimes.
This was put out today, I think you might enjoy it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1b-7H-bv0M8
I hope you don't leave snubstack permanently, but if you do. in the words of the Irish "May the wind be at your back".
Safe journeys in the topsy turvy meandering alleys of Hell.
Ignorance is something that can be corrected via hard work on the part of the uninformed.
Stupid is to the bone. Non-correctable genetic inheritence.
Amazing music. thanks for the link.
Moody Blues! they gots to be as old as our grandpahs!
This stack will stay up as long as the Pow Hers Leave Her Be.
Regarding the Old Irish Fraze: I eat plenty of beans, lass, so sure'n there'll be plenty of wind at my back! Saints preserve us!
Also: I wear asbestos flip flops so I'm ready for the walkabout.
hugs.