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This recording is work.
It was work for me.
And it will be work for you.
Not physical labor mind you - no no no - that would be easy.
No the work involved here is mental and not the fun gymnastics kind of mental - nope this one is dissociative schizophrenia all the way.
So.
Basically.
It's my usual...
As it were.
Or make the mistake of listening to this one, and then the next one... and then the one after that.
...
And then, for the good of yourself, go smile at a dog or something else that's soulful.
TensHUnsRye.ziNg
So yeah... I've been AWOL for a bit.
If I can be so generous in decribing the gap in recording time I've allowed to pile up like laundry I'm ignoring here in April.
Will you grant me the latitude? I knew I liked you... so easy to get along with when I give you no voice.
Now how do you feel about folding boxer shorts?
Oh that's the line is it?
Hopefully as easily as you can live with my elevating concern for humanity's soul - as revealed throughout today's recording. To say I'm peaking would not be unfair. Not unfair at all.
Since nobody's reading this far into my description I'll pony up a little housekeeping... does anyone by chance know where I put my right sports earbud? It's been missing for a few days now. I do wish those things weren't so easy to misplace!
TensHUnsRye.ziNg
I know, I know... I heard you okay... ??.
I've been going a bit long lately. I get it.
So...
I thought I'd take it easy like a hotel in California by preparing something a bit more Tik-Tok.
The rest of the recording is a public service message from some foundation with a ridiculously long name.
Then, unexpectedly, we hear from Benji Netanhayu.
No?
Anyone got a Tic-Tac?
TensHUnsRye.ziNg
My failure to launch yesterday, March 29th, was not intentional.
In fact It would have been my guardian angel's 35th birthday were she still with us. It's an event I've been eyeing since Thanksgiving if not earlier. Given her recent passing, I wanted yesterday's recording to express how much I valued her while she was here.
It just wasn't meant to be.
This one was very much meant to be. Meant to be interesting. Meant to be respectful. Meant to be insightful. Meant to be contemplative. Meant to be connective. Meant to be many things...
TensHUnsRye.ziNg
Making it tremble on command? I'm not sure I like the sound of that. But I'm a guy so of course I find that intimidating.
However we are not here to get bogged down in a discussion about men and their uncertainties when another season opener for the recording project "It's All My Fault" has just dropped:
Of course that's as far as our promotional efforts will go. Ten seasons into this thing we still know there are 923 things you could be doing right now that are better life experiences than listening to this.
But if you were going to queue up the Garner/Affleck Daredevil movie for the 5th time then go ahead and listen to this.
I know it isn't any worse than enduring "blind" Bennifer for over an hour.
TensHUnsRye.ziNg
Recording the season finale of NëiNsensiCaL felt like a tragedy that lost its comedy for all but 13-ish of the minutes.
If I had to guess the other 94 minutes aren't all tragedy but the funny parts will be hard to find. It feels like I did a lot of wandering down alleys of immediate regret.
Listen to me. How life does.
The truth is that I really have no idea how bad it got in there since I'm posting the recording without reviewing any of it. Putting the QED on my 9th season of the recording project I call "It's All My Fault" feels too good to ruin it in a review session.
Who cares what I said in there... at this point?
After all...
That's over 300 hours now of my "borderline personality" on display with all the accompanying antisocial behavior it invites. With all that available for the universe to judge me by, well, I'm starting to think I might just be a little overexposed here...
In fact...
NëiNsensiCaL
This recording is NëiNsensiCaL's 52nd installment. You now have the full deck of cards.
Which means the next episode, #53, adds the joker to the deck while officially closing down the 9th season of my personal vanity project/confession/podcast project: "It's All My Fault".
As such, I want to point out that if ever there were an episode to avoid entirely it's this one.
But even more than the amount of vacuous time this recording is perched to inject into your current reality, I say the actual reason to stay away from this recording is obvious.
If I had anything "supersweet" or maybe even something "superdupersweet" in the pipeline of creativity would I pull that out now in the penultimate episode known as #52? Why would I? Why wouldn't I save that superdupersweetness for the actual season finale?
I wouldn't.
Ergo, don't expect any kleenex clean up moments out of this one. I barely drag my ass across the finish line if I'm being honest.
NëiNsensiCaL
It certainly took a while to get my point across in this one.
Maybe that's just how distracted my efforts have been since my melancholy manhole mishap threw me for a "clean burps" loop.
Or maybe it's indicative of how little substantive contribution I'm making now.
Or.
It could be I'm just as full of it as always.
Yeah.
Now how you gonna be?
NëiNsensiCaL
So getting a bit "crunchy" with my time means I kind of cut this one off short.
But still - timecrunches in this linear sh!tstorm are real.
So if you want to know what can cause me, the chronic-talker-to-myselfer-of-epic-proportions to StFU for a little over a week - well here's your chance.
Otherwise go watch some NCAA basketball or something - ya know?
NëiNsensiCaL
I used most of the last recording to complain about the human condition we're collectively accepting here on Earth867-5309.
The one that has our humanity so unfulfilled right now.
And then, like a jerk, I offered nothing in the way of solutions that might help offset this situation.
So today, I try and make up for my faux pas with {drumroll please} -
Madam President?
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From the publisher's feed
Hello universe!
As always, my greatest hope in this lifetime is to somehow, some way, get the chance to see you performing at your absolute best.
That day may not be today... I get…
Plainly stated it's become a flustercuck. One that's emerging right now in full cluster. The worst part is that I saw it happening in real time and did nothing to stop it. The blame falls directly on me.
And quite fairly.
For most of my existence I ignored the signs of collapse as they begged to be seen. I pretended the chicanery running rampant across reality would somehow fix itself without intervention.
I watched as truth become maleable, destroying facts in the process. Personal integrity was now a sign of weakness. Reach across the aisle? For what? Only losers compromise.
Winners take all.
Societal accountability? Never heard of it.
I'm clearly at fault for letting things deteriorate the way they did through my decisive inaction. Agree on that we do. However, all of us are now permitting the beat down 21st century life has become.
We aren't winning. Not even a little bit.
We're all bruised. We're all bewildered. We're all rudderless. We're all living as diminished versions of the true selves we arrived here to become. We all know this isn't how it's supposed to be.
Are we ufulfilled fundamentally?
Yep. Sure thing. In fact absolutely positively.
But not broken.
Because never, will I ever, come to a point where I lose my faith in you.
What we are capable of accomplishing by working alongside each other is mind-blowing. Our creative potential knows no limits in this universe! None.
In fact today, together, let's embrace our best selves and bask in the fulfillment that inspires. My humanity is ready to ascend.
I hope yours is too!