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Here we are at the most important episode in the triple digit line up.
The fact that it's also the 8th episode in the 9th season -
But some of that mystery is of the "unknowable kind" - until you know it.
That's about the easiest way I can think of to sum up what this recording tries to express. Given how long I waited to go here, express myself I did.
What you get out of that expression is something only the universe can know.
NëiNsensiCaL
I definitely spend more time on Courtney Love in this one than I intended including admitting twice that I'm developing interest.
I then dialogue at the CIA for a while
But like slapping your face with a big old cold piece of ham...
If that sounds like a good way to spend an hour - go for it.
And then think hard about what it is you're doing with your life.
NëiNsensiCaL
How you gonna be?
Not that I'm prying into your future plans...
Here at the '12 dabs of Christmas' celebration recording I am just concerned enough about your welfare that I decide to indulge in 24 different marijuana strain concentrate dabs - during the recording ...to find my center. - if you will.
Um... hard to say.
But probably not.
So...
... now...
how you gonna be?
NëiNsensiCaL
With my Broncos malaise having entered its season ending bloom, I figure it's time to take myself to task for being a dropper of trains of thought like Russell Wilson is a dropper of footballs.
Is that previous sentence even remotely proper grammar - is this one?
Anyhow, back to what I was talking about - golf.
Oh yeah - GO LIONS!
NëiNsensiCaL
Embarrassingly enough... after thumbing through the 296 songs I currently keep on my permanent phone, well I was able to come up with 19 guilty pleasure songs among the 296.
Therefore, as a lifelong single white male, I say to hell with any of those concerns and, with more pride than is warranted, set forth my guiltiest pleasures loudly and proudly.
You should now go dance to each and every one of them.
NëiNsensiCaL
I get a little rambly-bambly in this one so warn you have I now.
Even so, I wander into a few rose bushes among the other tosses through the briar patch.
But what's a b'rer rabbit like myself supposed to do when Disney claims the story telling I'm surrounded by is too racist for the 21st century?
Well into the briar patch go I...
NëiNsensiCaL
I really didn't mean to crawl out on as many skinny little branches on the crazy tree as I did yesterday...
So in today's recording I stay much closer to the crazy tree's trunk. In fact a crazy-tree-hugger might you call me after this one gets a listen - another reason a advise you stop now and not take it that far.
I guess... because it's better than being called an a-hole... which is the waaaay more likely reaction you'll have after listening to this recording than wanting to give me a hug.
Ha.
So last century...
NëiNsensiCaL
Another day another dollar I'm not making...
Which is why I did nothing of the kind yesterday/last night.
In fact I took a big ol' dose of mushroom chocolates in hopes of stumbling on to that road to personal enlightenment... yep ... that I did.
And as you might have already guessed...
So it goes... eh KV?
NëiNsensiCaL
Bringing these forcibly self-imposed seasonal structures to a close is never easy for me and I prove that all over again as I try and wrap up season 8 of It's All My Fault with the 53rd and final installment of octopical:
12.12.23
Part of me probably deserves this. NOT all of me!!! But, part of me.
Overdoing it to my own detriment???
Never heard of such a thing.
octopical
Am I suffering an indica hangover from my overconsumption of edibles yesterday?
It sure could be the case given the cantankerous John that shows up for this re.cording
I mean I do have my reasons and all
But then whenever does one have a good reason to just abandon ship mid-mission?
octopical
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!