Aqueous Sphere Lands at Lincoln Center...

Brought the kids out for a walk down the street after checking the 'Mozzarepa' prices for this year's street fair season, $4.00, and ran into this ball.

Tribeca is a Mixture of Rustic Homely Fun and Nice Upscale Eateries...

This Saturday was action packed and fun but I know my psychological condition is becoming fragmented in the manner of death's head and kill with pure hatred unbecoming of me. I digressed, because first we ventured down to the Hudson River and watched an outdoor fencing tournament, focusing on the precision lunges of the fencers, while witnessing the 4 acre brushfire across the river in New Jersey, then taking a train where we ran into Hayheehoo's Uncle(my brother), and then bobbled into Chinatown to see the Bhudda Festival, saw some famous young actors and a b-rate older actor in the Tribeca area and got free popcorn, and then segwaying into the Court District where the anti-incumbent administration protests were in full swing, and then ate braised pork shoulder on a large plate at Peking Duck, walked through Tribeca at night, and saw some strange Bar called Buster's Garage, then watched a boring Lighweight Title bout after getting Cold Stone Creamery... I will try to write this post again, because I've strangely taken an erratic mental shift into Death Hate... and sweaty palms, and must unconditionally endgames...

USD/JPY downside target 113.53, Eur/Usd 1.2600

I want to buy tickets for Andy Garcia's 'The Lost City' for every kid who wears a Che Guevera t-shirt. Basically, instead of romanticizing him, like every other hollywood movie, the film actually goes into how Che routinely imprisoned and executed people solely because they were Christian or Homosexual, and other such 'overlooked' depravities. Of course, Castro continues to do this on a greater scale today, but there are quite a few 'morons' in this country who worship him, mainly because it's always hip to idolize the 'fringe anarchists', and it's more important to be 'hip' then to know the truth. Faggots.

Endgame... Bernanke Dovish

Either short USD at market using very little margin so you could ride the noise, or wait for a pullback and aim for precision robustness..

Chewseph stared into mine eyes the other night as if he were the God Emperor of Dune... Spoke of days in which he sits and waits... turtle claws gracing the water's edge... he remembers all but deliberately forgets... as Lockheed is dead in many ways now... and will embark on one of two options for his remaining linear time as a human... Ultima Ratio Regum begins ahora...

ULTIMA RATIO REGUM...

The Final Argument of Kings...

Things will change in about a week or three weeks...

Yesterday, I was on a liquid diet of Dayquil and Scotch. Today I ate Burger King again. Starting either next week, or on May 15th, I will diligently embark on improving my health, my career, and my mind, and thus my soul. And that's it. Ultima Ratio Regum. In other news, I won't be comfortable shorting the dollar and buying yen unless it retraces between 115.00-115.75.

The Three Major Forms of Linear Death, short of suicide...

BioPsychoSpiritual...

Often enough, I've noticed that the form of dying you think you are going through, usually is not the actual death that takes you back to energy dispersion and displacement.

Example being, I Lockheed, am not physically dying, but I am psychologically dying. Chances are higher, that I will physically die(perhaps a CNS shutdown due to latent effects of methamphetamine based compounds and overly abrupt drug holidays, or perhaps more commonly: High Cholesterol, Cigarettes, and Stress).

Another example being. I am not spiritually dying, but I am physically dying. Chances are higher that you will be the walking mediocre dead, and live an average linear lifespan of 75-85 years and die a death of natural causes...

Kind of like Rock, Scissors, Paper...

Usd/Jpy: It's Your Favorite Foreign Movie...

So while I was in the office, Hay took the executive decision to let the Yen ride towards the 114.50 figure. We closed our 115.75 short from last night at 114.53. Over 100 pips on a more conventional galactic highway(we missed the wormhole that opened at 117.00). Of course, we didn't exhaust our margin capacity, for safety valve reasons(our ejection pod 10023 is not functioning correctly, Curious is tweeking it with the Plazlaser Allen Wrench 61.8 as I write this), as such we had a moderately small position on. No need yet to bring in overdrive: The Ultima Ratio Regum.

Skipping over the ocean, like a stone...

In an earlier 4/21 post, Hay targeted the 115.38 zone with a timespan of about one month; she was correct, except for the fact that we entered a wormhole, and the 115.35-75 zone was spiked in a span of two days. Taking this into consideration, in the post exactly prior to this one, we next performed some routine acceleration/momentum studies along the lines of 'Skipping Stones' across the lake of spherical time, and we targeted 114.75 with a time span of 8 hours to occur during the European hours. As such, we are now amidst price action in the high 114's during the North American hours, and continuing the wormhole path, we are looking at 113.70-90 before running into random trajectory meteorites and asteroids.

Further Downside Usd/Jpy 114.75, then 113.80-90 test...

Had I stayed on course over the G-7 weekend, Spacestation Tater 7 could have wormholed over 100 pips in the Yen, teetering on the edge of the current price action galaxy. Lt. Curious, and Colonel Hay had inputted the 115.40-70 range last Thursday, but I took the executive decision, and closed all positions. But we are sensing and quantifying a probable event risk driven 'skipping stone' warp-zone which may land our ship one if not two more handles into Celestial Argon Way, but it will take maximum capacity starburst and full throttle margin.

My Ice Cubes No Longer Taste Like Meat...

Today we went to the Daffodil Fest at Union Square, but there was only a 4 square foot patch of daffodils. So instead, Mum taught the kids how to distinguish between daffodils and tulips. We also watched the dogs in the dog parks, and ate at Quiznos. All in all, it was a fun and relaxing day, and the sun even showed up to the party for a few hours. My spider sense started tingling about two hours ago though. So I cooked Lockheed's Famous Pasta to settle my thoughts, but not even that worked. But Mum bought an ice rack where you actually close the circle lid before freezing so no 'meat' smells can get in, and it makes the soda delicious.

FILLER POST 76.4

As always, I like to write Filler Posts after writing what some would opine as an offensive post; so here is the occasional filler again...
Cold rain and winds today... perhaps similar tomorrow.
Before watching the Klitscko v. Byrd fight, where Klitscko simply overpowered the smaller Byrd; we brought the kids to a special mud pond with rainboots on Riverside Park(Hudson). Hay sat with us on the bench, as we watched Curious splash around double feet jumps... until finally she joined in. She wants to win first place this summer in the Junior's Chess Tournament. We also at on W103rd and Broadway at Yakitori Sun Chan's, a great find, good priced selection of japanese food, interior seems to formerly be some small office which adds to the sci-fi somewhat twilight zone ambience to the place.
Also, can somebody help me with the HTML code on the template, so my recent posts and links appear immediately on the side, instead of way scrolled down on the bottom as they are now?
Also, can somebody still tell me when to use the general rule of multiplication probabilities, and when to use the general addition rules of probability, other than simply when it's an 'AND' or 'OR' question?

BioPsychoSocial... When I Close My Eyes, I Wonder Why I Don't Despise...

Sometimes, I actually write about Trading and Drugs. Often times, I dabble in and lock down on the circus of politics(The Yankees, the ultimate and awesomest free-market athletic corporation of all recorded linear time, just pulled out Taiwanese pitcher Wang to appease Communist President Hu Jintao, perhaps making up for Bush's intentional or unintentional soft bigotries*), race issues, class issues, socioeconomic issues, that absurd hypocritical smorgasborg of shitfeel that is the essential structure of every fucking living society since the Big Bang; study insects, study mammals, it's a refinement upon refinement with the occasional pitstops into atrocity. Now think of the Normal Bell Curve, two extreme tails at opposing ends, AND NOW REALIZE that true Perfection, just like true Degeneration, equates to Extinction. The occasionally almost survival neccessary dip into social strife, in order to avoid stagnation like a pond with no currents that results in eutrophication...

*Soft Bigotry by definition cannot be 'intentional', as it pertains to subconscious bigotry that one doesn't realize pervade's one's thinking.

ex) It's perfectly okay for African-American men in this country, to blatantly say sexual shit to women passing by. But for any other man, all hell breaks loose upon them. This basically means, the woman who doesn't mind the black man overtly hitting on them actually harbors beliefs that they can be excused because they are 'primitive' in some ways.

Now, a derivative of soft bigotry: Last weekend, after a white acquaintance asked me about a lounge/club in my neighborhood that had a large line of Asians(yellow people) in front of it, I said, "Yeah, I been there once, there's a bunch of rooms, playing various music, usually either a lot of white people, or a lot of black people." My Acquaintance immediately said in astonishment like he was going to piss his pants, "What did you say???!!!" as soon as I concluded the statement with 'black people'.

Basically, the simple use of the words 'black people' to the White Acquaintance's mind immediately triggered overtones of racism, regardless if that was simply a pure observation in my statement. The use of the words, 'black people' makes him automatically think a 'negative statement' will follow. Why? Soft bigotry. When I hear the words, 'black people', I don't automatically think it's going to be a negative statement, maybe it's because I don't have 'white guilt'. Anyways, since WIMPS (well-intentioned-misguided-pussies) seem to be proliferating these days, to the point where I am now literally scared to say things like, "that's a rich tasting fudge, that's poor quality graphics, that's a black colored toyota...", I will answer the question next time as such: "Yeah, I been there once, usually a lot of humans there."

But no, that won't do! What was I thinking? I'll answer next time as such: "Yeah, I been there once, usually a lot of sentient organisms with anywhere from 0 to 4 limbs are there."

Now, for those of you who are reading this post, if you feel like it carries undertones of racism, then you are a soft bigot. I've stated data. Pure and Simple. And I'm not even white or black or blueblooded or poverty stricken, I'm a chinaman.

FUCK YOU.

p.s) My brain is currently reduced to a 3 month old. So can somebody please tell me when to use solely general multiplication rules for probabilities, and when to soley use general addition rules for probabilities? I say, in terms of formula.

P/A and B = P/A * P/B -(P/AB) like shit.

p.s) I just re-injured a pinched nerve in my shoulder by dancing and gesturing like Mick Jagger with 'She's So Cold' playing.

650pm EDT 4/21/06c.e. Sweaty Palms... It's Your Favorite Foreign Movie...

This is a re-edit, now 730pm... trying to make it a carefree Steely Dan NYC night, but feel like Deacon Blues based Death's Head...
RE-re-edit 803pm... Can't get the HTML correct, the archives, and recent posts are way at the bottom now of scroll... somebody help lockheed fix this... and now for some scotch whiskey...

http://homepage.mac.com/bornoffire1/iMovieTheater15.html 'A' from Rhode Island(Lockheed) on Cramer's show... Had to use RI, because too many NYC callers.

Something is making me ultra-sweaty palmed as we speak. I feel like a claymation Gromit because I can't talk, only gesture today. I might go to Yakitori Sun Chan's somewhere along W103rd and Broadway and bring reading material as the service is slow, making the meal extra yummy. I also want to take a picture of the Pomander housing complex(constructed like an old village), hidden on W94th street. On my keyboard, I have extra layered reminents of dead epidermal cells on the function keys, and the 'W' key. I just realized that with the advent of the internet, the 'W' key is now used as much as the letter 'A', because of www. net .org .com .gov, etc... Usually I take a drug holiday on the weekends, but this sweaty handed apprehensive heightened CNS state is making me paranoid and shitfeel. So I need 1mg of orally ingested benzo. Temperature outside is brisk and downright cold in contrast with yesterday. I'm looking at a 115.35 one month target on the Yen, but who knows how many times you can get shaken out till then.

MOF and BOJ apply countercurrents on VAT/Rates...

Whatever. Was going to write about Japan's domestic tax hikes v rate hikes and which takes precedence if inflation is sustainable(healthy inflation). But it's friday, and I was excited about ordering Hot Soup from the vendor in front of the building, I ordered a clam chowder 12 oz, but then rescinded the transaction, because I only had 2 dollars, and they wanted 3.5 dollars. Vendor spreads are ridiculous sometimes. The thing is, the Soup Vendor has no comparable competition, as he is surrounded mainly by hotdog vendors with their own price cartel. I said the reason why I wasn't going to write about MOF/BOJ was because it is Friday, but also because my brain is at a crossroads, hellhounds of varying degree on both sides, because I'm slipping down the shitslope of relative mediocrity.

Infinitely little time left...

It's occured to me more and more lately, that I really lacked the discipline in my formative years, which was the mistake of a lifetime. Wasted fucking years. Grey hairs well before my time, and a total waste of untapped potential. From lack of utilization, the wellspring is dry, and I may very well live the rest of my years in relative mediocrity, and anger, which will dissipate into a familiar melancholy... Prolonged solitude at this age would perhaps grease the sentient disciplined wheel and allow me to pull off a most absurd move, but with the kids and all, it's simply hard to tell them what must be done. I have to do it though, no matter how painful. It shall be done. I am gone.

Lockheed From Rhode Island's Clip on MadMoney CNBC...

http://homepage.mac.com/bornoffire1/iMovieTheater15.html

Hu Jintao Meets Bush this Mornin'

A lone old chinese lady was protesting President Hu Jintao, as he visited Bush at the White House. She was hurling throaty screams about China's human rights abuse(Falun Gong specific), in mandarin and cantonese bits, attacking Hu Jintao(who could definitely hear her), but what struck me as bizarre, and ultimately sad, was when she shouted in shrilling high pitch broken english: President Bush, you must stop him[Hu Jintao]. It's so rare these days to see anybody in the world to have that impression of Bush, like he is a John Wayne figure. Anyways, this didn't so much disturb me, as it made me sad.

oh...

HAL PT 100, a typical 'Shallow Hal' oil company, lambasted constantly by WIMPs and Hippies who never grew up. Listen, you can only use the 'excuse' about how you were raised, or how bad your childhood was, up until about say age 21. Everything else afterwards is just pure pussydom. Some people just use that line for way too long.

I will be just as quick to short HAL if the technicals/fundamentals/event risk give me a good probability to do so and hope for it to crumble and burn to the ground if it deserves to. And if it shows signs of this, I'll sell it short. I just quantify all the data points. You hated the vile Enron and Worldcom? Any mega company run by the son of a farmer, or a former milkman would be red flags to anyone. Next time, do your homework(unless you are lazy and happily chalk up your failures to 'disenfranchisement, underprivileged, look everybody, my Uncle raped me, I'm so 'hard', bullshit'. Just do your homework and short the hell out of the next one, and then use all the money you make and spread it out to those ruined by Enron, etc. That's why free markets are the best possible markets.

Right now, HAL is looking strong, even with all the fucking 'crying and moaning and whining' from WIMPs, who could do no better if they tried to run a multi-billion dollar project. What WIMPs can do, instead of justing bitching about the proverbial 'MAN' or the 'Machine', or anything else POP CULTURE shoves down their Well Intentioned BUT Little Brains, because Corporation's know that it's super fashionable right now to be ultra-left, so they feed your brains with: if you can't put in the talent or hard work to become succesful, than in order to feel better about yourselves, continously BASH the Succesful, and put all the blame on your own lack of progress on the proverbial, 'oppression, inaccessible' bullshit. Public Education is available to everyone, and I know a lot of people with hellishly poor childhoods from third world countries who became very successful without every sliding down that shitslope of 'ooh, evil rich white men keep me down'... You're better off buying HAL, generating gains, and then using those gains to do the actual socially conscious items on your agenda. But chances are, you won't save any of it, you'll spend the gains on worthless stupid consumer shit that MTV(basically all pop culture media) shoves down your throat and you lick up the blood, cum, and shit like it's ice cream. I don't mind if consumers buy unneccessary stuff, I'll occasionally buy unnecessary stuff(I bought a poof football at the grocery for $2.35), I don't mind if people buy fancy fashionable stuff, or cool stuff, especially if its a quality product worth the money, sometimes it's necessary for the situation, and it is simply cool; i'm not saying don't have fun, don't treat yourself well, just as long as you aren't hypocritical of it : So many of the NIKE haters have cognitive dissonance, because they love paying ridiculous premiums to buy the latest hipster basketball sneaker, all the while bitching about NIKE's sweat shop shit, and at the same time, they know that Michael Jordan makes millions off of NIKE, yet since he's not 'white', they don't know what to do with their little brains, so they shove their thumbs up their butts and pick on someone else's status that they envy but can't attain due to being dumb and/or lazy/emotional. I don't mind people who are simpleminded and are happy with it and don't spend their live's moaning about 'the System'. But the others are the maximum of hypocrisy and annoyance. And it sucks when they don't even have a clue about how hypocritical they are.

That Was Funny... Hay Told Me to Ask that Question on Mad Money...

Well, Lockheed was the guy from Rhode Island(they said there were too many callers from NYC), so I chose me hometown. Cool that I was on in the first 10 minutes of the show, because Cramer's screaming grates my ears after 15 minutes.

Lockheed Special Call-In Guest on MAD MONEY with Jim Cramer tonight 4/18/06...

CNBC at 6:00pm, repeats at 9pm and Midnight. I will be talking over the phone, about the oil sector, among other things. Please record it for me, since I don't have recording devices. Channel 15 cable usually. I will sound like a total dork too, I promise...

China's GDP Q1 above 10%...

Hay's not expecting Hu Jintao to make any specific comments on the yuan while he's here in the states. Nonetheless, I'll be watching the Asian bloc currencies with the scrutiny only a dork like myself can emote. Now that it's getting warmer, I'll occasionally walk around the block after exercising, and surprise the kids with a slice of Rigoletto's Pizza, and some soda pop of their choice. I like to go when night has fallen, and the soft yellow lights cast a cozy ambience upon the bench immediately adjacent to the window. City Bites on 71st, is either truly being renovated or has shut its doors, so I haven't gone there. We like to pretend it's a spaceship at night with a bunch of different species of sentient creatures. Lately, I've been in the habit of standing in front of 'neon' signs in store windows and listen for a buzzing sound. I do this by myself often times between 1100pm and midnight. Sometimes, it relaxes me. I imagine that in the warm weather nights, it will be mildly fun even. There's scaffolding up in front of one of my favorite signs, a sign that reads, 'SOUP ON' in red, so the owners don't turn it on as often.

Long on Dip Eur/Usd 1.2220-30

Use minimal leverage, wide stops, and a long term price target, long euros, short dollars...

Funny, the Mets game on this afternoon was a repeat. Um, feel weak, need to do cardiovascular and weights starting right when I git home.

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Of Sugar Cookies and Death's Head...

Unless you have the appropriately engineered system trading program running, don't leave a trade on over the weekend, without a tight stop, especially if your utterly distracted by whatever insidiously hellish frequencies that really fucking stupid decisions of your past let in to your sphere of existence during the final phase of your formative years that will permanently stunt your growth, young man. Hats off master of hellhounds, you've won. But I still have one absurd trick up my sleeve.

Anyways, we weren't able to find the pink bunny rabbit sugar cookies, so we bought regular sugar cookies for the kids this easter night, and milk. Hay surprised Curious by saying, 'Guess what mum and daddy got?' Curious looked up from his drawing pad, and jumped upwards in plush glee as Hay mimicked a rabbit by making buck teeth and reaching behind her head with two fingers extended as rabbit ears. That gesturing combo now equates to 'sugar cookies', regardless if there are rabbit illustrations on the cookie or not. Hay is baking them with mum right now.

When your conscience hits, you knock it back with pills....

Happy Easter. My fear is that this has gone on already too long, and that I'm better off straightmost dead. Springtime dead. I figure a good solid seven months of classic asian studying for the CFA in December will be ample. Of course, you can't comprehend asian studying habits unless you've been through it. It basically means, for a period of time, you are all but gone from society. Personally, I've been falling short lately and recently. Most Americans not born of first generation immigrants can't comprehend this discipline or sacrifice, or even begin to deal with it, or most americans in general simply can't. Quite simply it's the grasshopper-ant fable whatever the fuck. Do it earlier in life so you don't lock yourself into mediocrity(unless you are suited and happy with mediocrity and that's fine too as it's all relative). But most people I know can't accept the early sacrifice, and can't see the long term positive results for generation upon generation. It would be easier for these periods of serious professional studying, to be in complete solitude, or at least surrounded by chinks or dorks of similar caliber. My fear is that even the most spartan puritanical study sessions cannot withstand the insiduous rotten and ingenious hell that I've let accumulate in the past few years, ingenious though, so hat's fucking off to that, and as such, this long weekend brought nice weather but ZERO quality studying. Starting May 1, if not earlier I will and must embark on a spaceship of solitude for several months. Oh, the kids will weep, but they'll be better off. And in closing, I can promise one thing though, regardless of the under-utilized potential and results of my life: I will at the very least, plant the seeds that will once and for all crush all fucking idiotic self-perpetuating, self-destructive idolatry, and only when it is done, W.I.M.P's will thank my rotting corpse for it.

I'm A Serious Dork; Led Zeppelin Tribute Band, I went for a SECOND time...

B.B. King's, Black Dog, definitely played way too much Physical Grafitti 'Second Disk' this time, but great fuzzbox distortion to close the show and if you know BB King's location on 42nd and Broadway, the line for the show literally extended past the McDonald's(opposite side of street). You'd think Page was really there. Anyways, I've sealed my loserdom by being a groupie of a tribute band. With that said, there is actually in early May, going to be a TOOL tribute band, called 'Chisel', or 'Schism', something like that. I saw TOOL at Radio City a few years ago, and it was quite grand, I think they are coming out with a new album in May '06. I am interested in seeing how well the sound of TOOL can be duplicated, just as I was interested in seeing the 13 piece band set tribute to Steely Dan, which was also of high quality. it's 240am, Easter weekend, and well, I wouldn't mind falling asleep in about an hour and waking up peacefully dead. I also have a really fucked up hedge on in Eur/Jpy, Eur/Usd, Usd/Jpy, which so far the rollover interest has yet to tread water.

With Flames From the Dragon of Darkness... the Sunlight Blinds His Eyes...

Lockheed Macedon, father of Hayheehoo Macedon, Curious George; caretaker of Duncan Greeley, Chewsepth the turtle, the late Amex Handudamesh, and Mum...

1977-06 tombstone reads as follows:

folks down there really don't care, don't care, really don't... so I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains, where the spirits go there...

As Always, EVENT RISK, Killeth or Bringeth Life

Baush & Lomb, traded over 14million shrs on the news of infected fungal eye growths after a pocket of consumers used the RENU MoistureLoc brand of saline solution. After gapping down 22% in one day.

Long term technicals were showing a downtrend and an impending breakout... the great thing about this, is that stalwart, disciplined short sellers of BOL must've woken up to a pleasant surprise. The technicals didn't need to build the structural momentum usually needed for a dump like this, and for that matter, it's usually much more gradual. But sure, dropping this bomb definitely fast forwarded about 6 months the end result. Thinking about buying in?

We Carry News That Must Get Through...

...the devil mocks our every step,
...the snow sets back the foot that's slow...
...we choose the path where no one goes...

I hear the hounds of doom are howling more...

Of Chicken and Beef, and fucking pussies...

newsflash 1145pm, BOJ leaves rates unchanged...Hay was not in the mood for pizza tonight, but she ate it anyways, because she know's daddy is going to be tight and spartan going into the summer months of freakish tattoo concealing madness among other frequencies of massive insiduous irritation(and in this sense it will be the last season of these one way or the other) that can very well reach an epic level in a relative sense, but not really, just a firmer attempt at waking up dead... as such, the result will be initial unjust anger, sadness, and then some will walk away on both sides much wiser and grateful, while others will simply 'enhance' their state of ignorance, because old habits die fucking hard... Anyways, Wendy's out of the big three has always been my favorite, but lately, I've frequented the Burger King under the Rockefeller Center pathway, because as you will discover, two junior whoppers provide more meat per equivalent cubic centimeter cost per unit meat [I hereby refer to the acronym MECCCPUM](actually cheaper) than a regular whopper, and it's a sizeable spread. I was shocked to see $7.00 for a spicy chicken combo. It would have to be a special day for me to cough up that. However, because the 1980's heyday of the chicken tenders has been relegated to the muddy backwaters of their menu, it's a difficult task to actually find 'sweet n' sour' dip in your bag, even after firmly asking for it. Quite simply, if the employee actually goes out of their way to ask you 'what kind of sauce would you like?' the chances are HIGHER that you won't get sauce. That extra whopping mile of customer service is enough in their eyes to completely blank out immediately after deliverance of vocals. Anyways, you might know now that Burger King is going public. I for one, would like it to succeed, as their MECCCPUM margin seems to be stronger than the rest, not so the case with Blockbuster, which I was glad failed miserably and deservedly. I notice objectively that this post is not as 'glum and depressive' as some recent ones, but I can see my hands are sweaty as hell as midnight approaches, cyclothymic haha, yesterday was terrible, hence a natural reflexive reprieve tonight although logical conditions haven't changed, in fact have become darker, now sweating profusely... don't need no key to unlock this door, gonna break down the walls...

Flee from me, Keepers of the Gloom...These Things are clear to all, from time to time...

John Steinbeck was a master because he was able to capture the gritty realism of conventional hardships without coming off as pretentious or preachy, nor making any moral judgements, more of the penultimate journalist... so true is the last page of 'Of Mice and Men', let alone Grapes, yes, like I said, when George blows Lennie's brains out with the .22 pistol, making sure Lennie's last moments alive were happy, with furry rabbits and all... I mention this again, because 'hats off', 'hats off', I've identified the perfect recipe of frequencies to create the perfect living hell. Based upon the basic theory of relativity, it can be replicated infinitely, in a multitude of manners, so insidious, yet not so clever as to go along the lines of 'suffering is comfort in disguise' or other self protective mechanisms of the mind that takes the burden caused by one's own doing, and implants it upon the uncontrollable events of external affairs, letting the wind take you anywhere and nowhere... I've identified this magnificently torturous recipe for a living hell where there is no benefit... now, you must know relative depravity, and feel it, and know that it means far more than anything physical, as you know that physical pain can reduce the most virtuous man into a ravenous malicious invalid... i've identified after 28 years, a species of hellhounds that the english language cannot describe sufficiently... i've identified this configuration of dry tears because I'm in it.

They ask no quarter. The pain, the pain without quarter. They ask no quarter. The dogs of doom are howling more!

Everybody I know seems to know me well, but they're never gonna know that I move like hell...

...de-nah, de-nah...... de-nah, de-nah... denaa-naa... Most people have heard this lyric(in the title) followed by the italicized guitar chords but it is hard to place... in any case, about two more months and time is going to provide me with a more forceful answer to my prolonged circumstance I think... I'm waiting for sleep as a temporary hiatus to what may occur, as in walls from a multitude of frequencies, some conventional, some alternative, all bad frequencies, most being perpetual and immutable, caving in on me, with no last laugh or even smile. I will not eat Peanut Butter Crunch cereal before bedtime because the chance of death would be very high if I did for this particular night, and as aforementioned in a previous post, an early autopsy would prove the 5 hour digestive reminents of Capt'n Crunch... solitude, a healthy productive solitude... and a return much stronger... I had today perhaps a total of 21 seconds of pure peace, combined in about two occurences... of 8 and 13, where my brain must have released either a hybrid or unknown neurotransmitter...

The Pain of War Cannot Exceed the Woe of Aftermath...

10:32pm edt, sun april 2... took a warm night walk zigzagging cross-streets and looking at nighttime window displays... for a surprise, I bought some Peanut Butter Crunch for Mum and the Kids. Sometimes, they could approximate time of death in autopsy via the digestive state of food in belly and such... I would weep in magnificent pain if one of the kids or mum died suddenly and they found half digested Capt'N Crunch peanut butter cereal in their bellies. At times, I would hide it up on the top shelf, so they couldn't reach it, but I don't do that anymore because they try to climb on top of the stove and that is too dangerous. The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.