“The Blue”

This is what my friends call “The Blue”. An amorphous, ever moving, ever changing cloud that resembles a neural net. It is, they are saying, the “Internet of the soul”. 

It is a form of life that sections us all together and accommodates the timelines.
Also, what you would call “God”.
It is a physical manifestation of timelines as well as earthly-linked possibilities.
 It is all and none at the same time and it is a reality.
The neural net is a reality as much as my skin is.
It floats around as a cosmic being that touches us all.
We are affected by the net. The net is us. We are it.
And we are affected by timelines negatively and positively as well by their behavior too.
 I don’t know what this means exactly, precisely, but I feel it. That is all for now.
“They” wanted to present it to this “writing” as they call it to showcase to the world what the physical manifestation of this looks like if we could visualize it.
 Affect the net, you affect your life.
Affect it poorer or stronger. It is your choice, They are saying.
Do not abuse it.
It is yours to keep, they’re saying.
But if you fall in deep, you may get lost and never return. 

🧱

Oh, and while we’re still on the subject, I know that project manager in the NSA on a headset saying “use her and lose her“ was not in Ft. Meade in 2026 as *I* know it. 

Let’s just put it that way.
I also know he and his crew were learning to get used to drinking CHICORY for quite some time now.
But I’m supposed to act like I don’t know. 
Okrrrrrr.
You can use me. I’m good. I’m really good.
 And I know you need a liaison.
Cause those boys ain’t cutting it.
They’re failing big time.
They’re not doing the job.
I’m equipped for it. But you don’t care.
When you’re ready, call me.

Bricks and Bricks and Bricks

For this thicc bitch.
That’s what I’m talking about, Homie.
Enough of your “use her and lose her” little fucking weirdos in headsets jumping around like monkeys.
I know what I’m talking about. I have the goods. Stacks and stacks, my brother.
 It’s time you pay me what I’m worth instead of using me as your cart mule.
Fuck you, pay me.
With interest.

Put your money

where your motherfucking mouth is.
Double time, soldier.
Sick of this shit.
Grow up or get out.

In the Catbird’s Seat

Well, I am just delighted, boys. There are not many times in a woman’s life when she gets to say that, so I’m just gonna say it ‘cause I am tickled pink.
I grew up in Appalachia where it is NOT cool at all to brag, but I just gotta do this.
I gotta crow a little bit.
 I don’t get to do this much. I’m just a humble woman, but I just overheard a major general and a colonel talking about me and boy, was it the headiest mix of fear and admiration
I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
 It’s kind of like my family where they would claim they would compliment me, but never when I was around because they didn’t want me to get too big a head,
you know.
Never mind that I was in a secret black project that was using post hypnotic suggestions to make me feel like *absolute shit* about myself, and every single person in my world was probably post hypnotically trained to say and do the *very thing* that would keep me down,
but I digress.
These old fellers-old yellers?- were talking about how I had a God Ray or something- and I probably do.
They don’t want to kidnap me-even though that was on the table for a minute.
 One of them is too scared to touch me with a 10 foot POLE, boy I tell you what!
That was one of the best moments of my little old life! You scared of me, boy!?
Good on You!
 I bet you we could go out to the shooting range and have FUN, feller.
“Move that object”.
 How about YOU move that object?
And move that one too!
 Is that what you wanna do?
 Like I’m some telekinetic pinball?
Stupid.
 I wanna have some fun the other way.
Enough with your range games.
Been there, done that.
Send me to the moon and back, fellers.
And I won’t kill ya.
With Treats. 

Hello/Konichiwa.

I don’t eat Takoyaki because octopuses are highly intelligent creatures. As delicious as they are. 

Orange is the New Black.