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Dear Atlantean Inspectors,

Excitement mounts at the mere thought of returning to the crossroads, to check the posted meeting times.  I saw what you purport to do.  Reinforce the embankment?  No...  Those permits are for something else entirely.  Now, how you even get those in the first place must be beyond my abusively obstructed line of sight, somehow.

Perhaps the Palisades of Jersey will be best served by continual and perpetually accelerating repairs to it's picturesque battlements? You positively need to contract even more defence construction, why, because you must make a strong case against the course of nature?  How about a mini-moat or a ha-ha?  Funny place to post a stake, here,  hot on the heels Telos.  Really, fucking grand.  I just live under your sand box, that's all.

You do not seem to remember the writing on the wall back home?  Maybe it was not big enough?  Again you have been found wanting, see, here, along this very coast, for every neighbor, there are three more, across the line and down.  The first little problem you had was just an introduction to this once pleasent hood.  All your necronomicoins are worthless here because we are savages that do not understand how the beauty of the earth can be sold back to man.  And we consider flipping shit passé, already.

I know Atlantean Aliens think they have it all figured out.  So, then tell us, are you having fun yet?  Protoplasmic Reversion can be a bitch, look it up.  Oh, and we just ordered a load of green pens that will match those orange outfits wonderfully.

Always,

Orifice of Eco-Tourism, Silencer Permit Division

I was just watching the news and they said it was St George's day - who knew? - so Happy nah, Merry nah, Memorable St George's day to you all

Cheers, to a world that's... free

Yea.  Then time fire of deeds and such.

There is research on this, and this is not correct.

That's about par for the course.   

I am constantly amazed at the sheer quantity of incorrect information I have stored.

Incorrect information abounds. I'm constantly finding things I have always thought were true that aren't, too. For that matter, as research progresses it's constantly disproving earlier ideas that were once thought to be true; for example, the idea that new neurons are never made after birth.

WAT

OKAY, EVERYONE STOP UNTIL I FUCKING CATCH UP.

The only possible way to catch up is to pick just ONE THING.

Sad but extremely true

Okay, I pick the dominant paradigm of thinking.

I don't have all the facts.  The plane whirled downward, however, bright to long and staggered thin.  Insult to injury.  Drama over tragedy.  Generally, I do not deal in waste management but this one caught me slightly off balance.  Meaning: someone purports to be a "nurse/caregiver", having every reason to preempt any concerns of negligence in that capacity, continually justifies the deteriorating health of her "patient" with salient disclosures of their sordid personal/private flaws.  Point being that this nurse was actually driving a wedge into her patients recovery.  Fuck it.  I don't know the facts.  Then, then, however, I come to understand that after sai patients' passing, said nurse stealthy chores an expensive personal effect of recently the deceased.  It just makes me turn; the way that gross negligence would be a euphemism in this case.  My new tenants will be awesome.  Oar, I'm open to compassionate suggestions, really, I'm an advocate for advice.

LMNO's lack of demand sends market into deflationary spiral.  People start marauding for dogma again.  Not even the underground is safe anymore.  Elderly routinely flagellated to death with unripe bananas.  State declares 12:00 noon the only safe time to be outside.

[Time from quantum entanglement: an experimental illustration]

Time from quantum entanglement: an experimental illustration
http://arxiv.org/abs/1310.4691

From Torino, It...  What comes out of bulls and also rhymes?

It was easy it seemed so easy. The guy spoke English, great English. I felt like I hadn't spoken in ...

This is what death is. One day I stopped controlling myself directly and became the puppet of a previous me that hung against two eye windows who had himself one day lost control to a previous him hanging from a portrait without eyes.

...

One day death will come to have eyes of his own.  Then release him on his own recognizance.  That would be splendidly provident for ALL necronomicoin options on futures.  Physicists predict the resultant negative entropy density to be non negligible or negotiable, like rising interest rates.

Poor Dave.  I think he was the first to realize where the call was really coming from.  It all went from being a fun circus of creepy little mamels to a murderous horde brain of weevils, very quickly. I got mine hooked-up to a pre-amp, delay unit, overdrive distortion, and YouTube.  Yummy.
[Ed. Weevils, prepositions]

The suspicion is getting stronger.  Putting aside yesterday's pantomime of authority, it seems that recent operational changes are less due to transitions in upper management and more directly related to what's happening right here.  The hazmat perimeter is moving forward and closing on our building.  Small mole rats have started nesting in what's left of Paul's cranium and I'm sick of telling Dave not to eat what he repeatedly thinks are cheesy noodles being voluntarily dispensed by his other colleagues' skulls. Facebook has become invaluable to sorting all this out. 

That looks awesome, just came up while also reading Kenneth grant "in modern fictional fantasies designed ostensibly to while away a few hours, certain adepts have approached more closely the real secret of magic and of creative consciousness"(otct)

I will keel haul those eels!

Hear too

Fucking hell.  is everyone suck a precious snowflake that they need a unique classification to describe their personality?

It's a taxonomist's paradise.

Well... yeah? Once the school psychologist diagnoses you with ADHD, oppositional-defiant disorder, and dyscalcula because your math teacher is obnoxious, you might as well go nuts making up your own fake latin labels. It's absurd, but what isn't?

If any of these new-fangled emperor-kin turn out half as awesome as Emperor Norton, I'll be satisfied.

ADD:  Attention Demanding Deficient(1)
1: (noun)

Biromantic means "to describe romantic attraction to more than one gender, despite the lack of sexual attraction" and with the gray in front it means "gray-romantic (grey-romantic) is a person with a romantic orientation that is somewhere between aromantic and romantic.
For example, a gray-romantic may:  Experience romantic attraction but not very often. Experience romantic attraction, but not desire romantic relationships.  Desire relationships which are not quite platonic and not quite romantic."

The only interesting thing about it is that nobody fucking cares.

Biromancy is actually the act of divination performed with a common ball-point pen, in lieu of proper sortilage.