Symbolic Stuff Nobody Gives a Crap About

[CrystalGeezer]

SO I noticed on the thread where everyone is bitching about loving or hating Morrissey's three new songs that there are references to STAGnation and UNICORNS. This of course reminds me of emblem three of the Book of Lambspring where the stag meets the unicorn in the forest. I've reference this before, ifeel like I'm rehashing though maybe before I was foretelling or some damn thing, I dunno. ANYWAY, it looks like this:

http://www.alchemywebsite.com/images/lambs5.gif
Next in Emblem 3 we have the beautiful picture of the meeting in a clearing in the forest of a magnificent Stag and a graceful Unicorn. The Stag as a symbol is often associated with the Sun and the Unicorn is usually linked with the Moon. These polarities are to be coupled together through the alchemist's work.

Okay, so in alchemy if you meditate upon the sun and the moon being equal partners in nourishing the earth with the suns warmth and regulating the tides with the moon's pull and whatnot, you can create a balance, a sort of cosmic kismet. And one world can mirror anothers so that sun and moon can talk and have conversations. Planets get lonely. So yesterday it was reported that MOrrissey was peeved that somebody threw a yellow shirt at him on stage? Something like that? This morning I noticed this in the cat pen. :straightface:

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5839849054_3960c4dec7_z.jpg

The cats did it but I had to stumble upon it. THey do these little things. (I think the towel came from the inside of the blue carrier in the lower left part of the photo, I hadn;t seen the towel until this morning when I opened the door after feeding them.) Anyway it reminded me of the shirt on the stage. Meredith (pictured) is like Morrissey, the stairs are like the stage. I'm not exactly sure what it;s telling me if anything, but it;s one of those kismet, mirroring things I get when he tours. THis is the first one compliments of the cats. The thing I like about this whole message is that the cat pen that the towel is pictured in is a fully enclosed outdoor area where the cats can go and soak in the sun but be safe from being outdoors, hit by a car or eaten or anything. So It;s like a sign everyone is safe, which is my number one concern.

Anyway...I'm crazy, whatever. But at least I know I am. And I'm a nice person so please don;t rip me a new asshole, my current one works just fine. :p

[!Viva Hate!]

SO I noticed on the thread where everyone is bitching about loving or hating Morrissey's three new songs that there are references to STAGnation and UNICORNS. This of course reminds me of emblem three of the Book of Lambspring where the stag meets the unicorn in the forest. I've reference this before, ifeel like I'm rehashing though maybe before I was foretelling or some damn thing, I dunno. ANYWAY, it looks like this:

http://www.alchemywebsite.com/images/lambs5.gif
Next in Emblem 3 we have the beautiful picture of the meeting in a clearing in the forest of a magnificent Stag and a graceful Unicorn. The Stag as a symbol is often associated with the Sun and the Unicorn is usually linked with the Moon. These polarities are to be coupled together through the alchemist's work.

Okay, so in alchemy if you meditate upon the sun and the moon being equal partners in nourishing the earth with the suns warmth and regulating the tides with the moon's pull and whatnot, you can create a balance, a sort of cosmic kismet. And one world can mirror anothers so that sun and moon can talk and have conversations. Planets get lonely. So yesterday it was reported that MOrrissey was peeved that somebody threw a yellow shirt at him on stage? Something like that? This morning I noticed this in the cat pen. :straightface:

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5186/5839849054_3960c4dec7_z.jpg

The cats did it but I had to stumble upon it. THey do these little things. (I think the towel came from the inside of the blue carrier in the lower left part of the photo, I hadn;t seen the towel until this morning when I opened the door after feeding them.) Anyway it reminded me of the shirt on the stage. Meredith (pictured) is like Morrissey, the stairs are like the stage. I'm not exactly sure what it;s telling me if anything, but it;s one of those kismet, mirroring things I get when he tours. THis is the first one compliments of the cats. The thing I like about this whole message is that the cat pen that the towel is pictured in is a fully enclosed outdoor area where the cats can go and soak in the sun but be safe from being outdoors, kit by a car or eaten or anything. So It;s like a sign everyone is safe, which is my number one concern.

Anyway...I'm crazy, whatever. But at least I know I am. And I'm a nice person so please don;t rip me a new asshole, my current one works just fine. :p

At first I was like, HUH?

But then when I got to the last paragraph, I thought to myself, this is brilliant...

Watch Meredith closely...if she feels unusually lazy one day, inform us...for Morrissey will surely cancel a concert that day.

[CrystalGeezer]

At first I was like, HUH?

But then when I got to the last paragraph, I thought to myself, this is brilliant...

Watch Meredith closely...if she feels unusually lazy one day, inform us...for Morrissey will surely cancel a concert that day.

Okay I'm on it. Also Blanche the turtle's little sun lamp just went out but I just replaced it. So there is a light that goes out, but not often. :p I don't detect any setlist changes as a result.

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3054/5839410423_4e8afe309b_z.jpg

[!Viva Hate!]

Okay I'm on it. Also Blanche the turtle's little sun lamp just went out but I just replaced it. So there is a light that goes out, but not often. :p I don't detect any setlist changes as a result.

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3054/5839410423_4e8afe309b_z.jpg

I bet you $5 dollars this means "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" will be removed from the setlist! :eek:

[CrystalGeezer]

I bet you $5 dollars this means "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" will be removed from the setlist! :eek:

No I don't think so. He;s the sun and by extension the light and I'm pretty sure he never goes out. He kinda just stays in his room. :p You gotta sing what you know. (I wish I was there!!!!!!! I wanna sit around and not watch television with him. :() Although regarding that, yesterday I was at the grocery store with my dad and out of nowhere I decided to try using a hula hoop and failed miserably. Hulu is what you use to watch television on computers, right?

I'm just glad he ditched Let Me Kiss You from the setlist. I can't stand that song. :D If the dogs try licking my face I'm gonna be PISSED!

[CrystalGeezer]

I just read a new pile of stinking shit I should convert to gold. Time for Morrissey to hire a songwriter? That's just God being mean and making me work overtime when I should be watching brainless television and enjoying my beer buzz. What a cocksucker. Not God, the guy who made tht shit real. Grrrr.

[CrystalGeezer]

I can't see why anyone with any class would rip you a new one because of this post. At least you're not just churning out the same redundant misspelled shit as everybody else. You have as much of a right to your ideas and opinions as anyone else here does.

Personally, I think your theories are ludicrous, but then again I hate all that mystic new age bullshit to begin with. At least you have an imagination, and take the time to come up with this stuff and write it out with conviction and articulation on a site where you know there are people just waiting to shoot you down. That takes guts.

So...someone threw a shirt at Morrissey and he got upset? Gosh I really, really hope he's OK....:crazy:

Thanks Skylarker. Hey my dad clipped an article out for me to read today from one of his car magazines on the Buick Skylark and it's standardized body type. I thought of you. :p

[!Viva Hate!]

Thanks Skylarker. Hey my dad clipped an article out for me to read today from one of his car magazines on the Buick Skylark and it's standardized body type. I thought of you. :p

You mean you DIDN'T think of 'My Cousin Vinny' first?! Positraction!

[CrystalGeezer]

You mean you DIDN'T think of 'My Cousin Vinny' first?! Positraction!

My biological clock is tickin'!!!!!

[CrystalGeezer]

Do you guys wanna see a really weird sign I saw today? One I haven't figured out yet that will require a spoiler tag so as not to offend anyone?

[!Viva Hate!]

Do you guys wanna see a really weird sign I saw today? One I haven't figured out yet that will require a spoiler tag so as not to offend anyone?

Yes...and while we wait, here is a weird sign...
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h69/TheColdDick/tumblr_lmhbqzHO7x1qzma4ho1_500.jpg

[!Viva Hate!]

My biological clock is tickin'!!!!!

I *claps* dentical!

[CrystalGeezer]

Yes...and while we wait, here is a weird sign...
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h69/TheColdDick/tumblr_lmhbqzHO7x1qzma4ho1_500.jpg

My grandpa has this at his pool but it says welcome to our OOL, notice there's no P in it. :D

[CrystalGeezer]

Okay so earlier this afternoon I was walking the dogs and notice that the neighbor at the end of the street had this weird thing going on in his yard. I let it go and kept walking.

So a few hours goes by and I sit down to go #2 and I'm looking at The Farside Gallery and I RANDOMLY open the book to the page that has this on it:

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/5840792077_6789b1c9de.jpg

Now this is the thing I saw in the yard earlier, I just ran and took a photo of it:

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5151/5841341764_baabbb7c1e.jpg

Racoons are symbolically devious and wear a mask, they are like nature's little tricksters. Somewhere, some trickster has surrendered and misspelled something too. :cool:

And look at this one, the LITERAL sign. Its pointing to the racoon but it;s in reference to an open mic night they hold at this house once a month where everyone gets shitfaced and stands up and sings their songs. THey usuly put thse signs on the road to get flatlanders to come sing, but today it points out a more interesting sign.

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/5841341160_f958bda947.jpg

[!Viva Hate!]

Okay so earlier this afternoon I was walking the dogs and notice that the neighbor at the end of the street had this weird thing going on in his yard. I let it go and kept walking.

So a few hours goes by and I sit down to go #2 and I'm looking at The Farside Gallery and I RANDOMLY open the book to the page that has this on it:

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/5840792077_6789b1c9de.jpg

Now this is the thing I saw in the yard earlier, I just ran and took a photo of it:

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5151/5841341764_baabbb7c1e.jpg

Racoons are symbolically devious and wear a mask, they are like nature's little tricksters. Somewhere, some trickster has surrendered and misspelled something too. :cool:

And look at this one, the LITERAL sign. Its pointing to the racoon but it;s in reference to an open mic night they hold at this house once a month where everyone gets shitfaced and stands up and sings their songs. THey usuly put thse signs on the road to get flatlanders to come sing, but today it points out a more interesting sign.

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/5841341160_f958bda947.jpg

And the sign is telling you to look for more signs! Talk about foreshadow! This is some M. Night Shyamalan shit, right here...swing away Merrill!

[CrystalGeezer]

And the sign is telling you to look for more signs! Talk about foreshadow! This is some M. Night Shyamalan shit, right here...swing away Merrill!

This is an average Thursday afternoon. :straightface:

[!Viva Hate!]

This is an average Thursday afternoon. :straightface:

You sound very fun. I'm not meaning that in a dick way either.

[CrystalGeezer]

You sound very fun. I'm not meaning that in a dick way either.

:blushing: Awww shucks. You just like that I read the Farside while I'm pooping.

[!Viva Hate!]

:blushing: Awww shucks. You just like that I read the Farside while I'm pooping.

No...I just admire that everything seems to become an adventure when you're involved. Lol.

But personally, I'd rather you were reading Garfield.

[CrystalGeezer]

No...I just admire that everything seems to become an adventure when you're involved. Lol.

But personally, I'd rather you were reading Garfield.

My only choices here are Farside, Hermann and Get Fuzzy. I never pick Get Fuzzy because I think the cat is a dick.

Everyone should read Mutts. It;s pretty much the best cartoon strip of all time. Next to Chas Addams.

Thanks for your compliment, I do appreciate it. :o Most people pass me off.

[!Viva Hate!]

My only choices here are Farside, Hermann and Get Fuzzy. I never pick Get Fuzzy because I think the cat is a dick.

Everyone should read Mutts. It;s pretty much the best cartoon strip of all time. Next to Chas Addams.

Thanks for your compliment, I do appreciate it. :o Most people pass me off.

I think the old Snow White comics were pretty funny too. :D

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h69/TheColdDick/tumblr_lmgh3eJ9m71qzma4ho1_500.png

You're welcome. I guess that is their loss.

[CrystalGeezer]

I think the old Snow White comics were pretty funny too. :D

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h69/TheColdDick/tumblr_lmgh3eJ9m71qzma4ho1_500.png

You're welcome. I guess that is their loss.

:D HA-larious.

[CrystalGeezer]

Well it's always nice when someone 1500 miles away randomly thinks of you.

But you know, I named myself after the XTC album, not the old person's car.

I named myself after a bottle of water, not some fortune-telling old man, but that's not what people think. :D

[Black Cloud]

I like this thread :thumb:

[!Viva Hate!]

I like this thread :thumb:

I like that you like this thread...
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h69/TheColdDick/gifs/cat.gif

[CrystalGeezer]

Hey Viva, I have an honest question for you. Since you seem to be quite skilled in the fine art of being a forum nuisance (I wouldn't go so far as to call you a troll since you also present a sincere and honest side of your interest in music and Morrissey, but maybe you're an excellent troll elsewhere) I wonder if you can give me a WWVHD? to the following scenario?

Say you are in a longterm flamewar with someone. Then say out of nowhere this girl comes along and confesses her undying love to you for this person you've been at battle with for years. She tells you all kinds of secrets and that she's too shy to talk to or initiate communication with your rival. You have a tepid interest in her but only as a sort of curosity and you know that your rival would LOVE this info as you know he's basically a gamer who sits at home alone masturbating all day to anime and would like the company of a human girl. Do you be the better man and share this information with your rival? Or do you string her along for the entertainment of watching pathetic emotion unfurl and perhaps some day extinguish?

This is purely hypothetical, I don't have a crush on Skylarker. :D It's more for this mythology I'm studying, but your personaliy fits that of the person holding the winning cards.

[CrystalGeezer]

I'm not good enough?

You're pretty cute. Just not ammunition for the ULTIMATE PWN!!!111!!!1!!

[Skylarker]

You're pretty cute. Just not ammunition for the ULTIMATE PWN!!!111!!!1!!

It's OK, I wouldn't have a crush on me either.

[CrystalGeezer]

It's OK, I wouldn't have a crush on me either.

Geez, with that attitude I'm starting to develop a crush on you. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

Let it blossom while it still can.

Tease me with your self-loathing. Just put the tip in, just a lil bit.

[!Viva Hate!]

Hey Viva, I have an honest question for you. Since you seem to be quite skilled in the fine art of being a forum nuisance (I wouldn't go so far as to call you a troll since you also present a sincere and honest side of your interest in music and Morrissey, but maybe you're an excellent troll elsewhere) I wonder if you can give me a WWVHD? to the following scenario?

Say you are in a longterm flamewar with someone. Then say out of nowhere this girl comes along and confesses her undying love to you for this person you've been at battle with for years. She tells you all kinds of secrets and that she's too shy to talk to or initiate communication with your rival. You have a tepid interest in her but only as a sort of curosity and you know that your rival would LOVE this info as you know he's basically a gamer who sits at home alone masturbating all day to anime and would like the company of a human girl. Do you be the better man and share this information with your rival? Or do you string her along for the entertainment of watching pathetic emotion unfurl and perhaps some day extinguish?

I would do neither...because it isn't my business. I don't take this site or the people on it as seriously as they seem to take themselves AND what I have to say. In fact, the only person I actually HATE on this site is Robby, and that is because he was a complete psychopath who revealed personal information about two users...for example, if the search option on here went back as far as 2006, I could clearly show you where he revealed information publicly on the forum, given to him in confidence, about one member's brother being ill and dying and another user who was sexually molested as a pre-teen. To me, that is unforgivable and as low as you can get...which is why I still hate him 5 years later. So, if you want to know what I'd do in the case of Robby, I would let the girl be strung along because frankly, he doesn't deserve any happiness out of life...

Also, I don't think Skylarker masturbates to anime ALL day...he has to eat at some point. ;)


This is purely hypothetical, I don't have a crush on Skylarker.

What does Skylarker have to do with this? Are you insinuating that he and I are engaged in a longterm flamewar? :lbf: As if...


:D It's more for this mythology I'm studying, but your personaliy fits that of the person holding the winning cards.

I hope you were satisfied with that answer.

[CrystalGeezer]

THat was a pretty good answer. It sounds like you'd help with the exception of it being someone who has betrayed your confidence. "I could've dragged you in, guilt by implication, by association, I've always been true to you..." That kind of person you might help. I'm not saing Morrissey himself, just that voice, that attitude. Right?

Skylarker, I thought of you because my dad talked to me about a Buick Skylark.

[mauve21]

Ha ha ha ha ha......Oh that is so funny. I love that!

[mauve21]

I like that you like this thread...
http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h69/TheColdDick/gifs/cat.gif

Yes, this is the one I was trying to comment upon. Pardon my dumbness.

[mauve21]

Hey Viva, I have an honest question for you. Since you seem to be quite skilled in the fine art of being a forum nuisance (I wouldn't go so far as to call you a troll since you also present a sincere and honest side of your interest in music and Morrissey, but maybe you're an excellent troll elsewhere) I wonder if you can give me a WWVHD? to the following scenario?

Say you are in a longterm flamewar with someone. Then say out of nowhere this girl comes along and confesses her undying love to you for this person you've been at battle with for years. She tells you all kinds of secrets and that she's too shy to talk to or initiate communication with your rival. You have a tepid interest in her but only as a sort of curosity and you know that your rival would LOVE this info as you know he's basically a gamer who sits at home alone masturbating all day to anime and would like the company of a human girl. Do you be the better man and share this information with your rival? Or do you string her along for the entertainment of watching pathetic emotion unfurl and perhaps some day extinguish?

This is purely hypothetical, I don't have a crush on Skylarker. :D It's more for this mythology I'm studying, but your personaliy fits that of the person holding the winning cards.

Fwa ha ha ". She tells you all kinds of secrets and that she's too shy to talk to or initiate communication with your rival. You have a tepid interest in her but only as a sort of curosity and you know that your rival would LOVE this info as you know he's basically a gamer who sits at home alone masturbating all day to anime and would like the company of a human girl. Thanks CG. You always come up with the goods.

[CrystalGeezer]

I went out with a friend yesterday who is the only person I toldmy fairy tale version of being Morrissey's soulmate too. I don't know why I did it so many years ago. Maybe I wanted to tell one person instead of keeping it all to myself, it was even before I toyed with the idea of mentioning it here. Im not syre why I picked her, she is a realist. She diesnt believe in fantastical ideas or miracles or God fir that matter. Everything can be explained. We were having lunch at Panera that day and I had just seen a lovely sign that made me so happy, I wanted to aware it with someone. "See, he's listening. We're on the same wavelength, we fight a similar battle." I'm not a poet, it was like my chance to share with someone the thought encapsulated Black Cloud or Life Is A Pigsty bur sitting across the table from a friend talking about androgynes. She listened and nodded her head and pretended it was all very romantic and interesting, I guess that's what I needed at the time. As the years rolled on and I made promises to let go of my dream and find someone real, (Understand that part if my dream is not selfish, I thought Morrissey was beckoning me to help him not be alone. I was looking for "my kind" andakl the signs pointed to him that he was that kind and looking for this, me. I thought my waiting was helping him.) she would do things like say "Why don't you date people with the promise in your head that if Mirrissey comes along, you'll leave whoever you're dating? Or di things like decide at the last minute nit to go to the bar but to stay home and "Watch a video!" and the only video to watch would be a documentary about a crazy guy who stalked Tiffany and thought she was his soulmate. Anyway, I told her today about Morrissey wearing the Fuck Morrissey-solo shirt. I have never seen such a wave of pure happiness wash over anyone's face. :( I was wrong and she was right. Then she feigned concern and I played along "Yeah if that's not a sign to get my shit together..." she then extolled the virtues of an online dating service I should try.


It was all very depressing. On top if a ton of other false signs. Long day. I hate when the "How does that make you feel that the man you thought was listening never was." argument happens.

[Black Cloud]

Black Cloud

Hi! :)

[CrystalGeezer]

I feel bad about something. I alluded to Morrissey being a puppet the other day. I want to make clear that I hate the concept of puppetry and masks. I just got frustrated at the Mexico announcement. There are a lot of dark things coming to fruition in Mexico, when a drug cartel is involved, there's no telling what will happen. I just fear, based on personal experience, that putting Morrissey in danger is considered "fun and exciting" to those who play a bigger game of puppet master in order to obtain stickers for their symbolic sticker collection. It's hard to explain. I just worry sometimes. :o So maybe touring Mexico lines up just right and it seems like a great extension of Goodwill towards people who love, love, love him, but in the bigger picture, it seems like a potential nightmare of martyrdom or something. I guess part of my freakout factor was due to te fact that te announcement came on a darker day. It means someting that the Evil Empire scores three GRANDslams on the day I have mental meltdown. Then again I am just insane, so...

My point is Morrissey is not a puppet so much as extremely influencible by the tides of the cosmos, and I just want him safe. :o I'm sure I'll get over it.

[CrystalGeezer]

I'd feel WAY better about the whole ting if I were there. :D

[CrystalGeezer]

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ec/Isis.svg/220px-Isis.svg.png

Okay, so I know I keep yammering on about Isis but she's a concept I feel is very important, her baubles and accoutrements are kind of everpresent and making a comeback. Portlandia made fun of birds on their show, a bird sitting on a perch is the basic outline of an ankh (pay attention to how that word sounds) which is the key she holds. Log into Etsy or go into any trendy boutique and look at all the graphic birds sitting on a stick, they are Isis's ankhs sneaking their way into culture, she's saying "I'm baaaack and I'm looking for my Osiris!!!!!" Another interesting phenomenon, at least in Los Angeles, is the depiction of her crown though architecture. It's like God's version of a three-dimensional permanent crop circle. Her crown is so important because it's what she uses to make phonecalls to God. The city of Glendale has a TON of them for some reason, stepped buildings that recall her crown. There's something mystical about that area, the stretch from Burbank to Pasadena, it just feels...different. I say this as a walking tuning rod to oddness.
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2058/2221275891_9e6a4c177b.jpg
Anyway, in case anyone cares, on the freeway trip to The Fox in Pomona, you'll spy a single stepped building in the middle of a wasteland of car dealerships and strip malls. It the Wells Fargo building off of Barranca. (;) Say it slowly, Bar ankh aaaaa.) It's kind of fun to spot this stuff, just thought any other sorta crazies out there would dig it. :o
http://www.loopnet.com/Attachments/A/D/E/xy_ADE47A4A-D6DD-4DBE-A13B-FF0B87BFCADD__.jpg

[CrystalGeezer]

I want to tell you something symbolic and funny kind of. So lately there has been someone trying to give away Adam Ant tickets on my facebook and there's a Morrissey namecheck in an Adam Ant song and he;s popping up here and there lately, making a comeback.

Okay so in symbolic crazy land, the name Adam Ant is very interesting, I've used it before to direct me to what I call "the source" of whoever I seem to be carrying on conversations with in crazytown. The name is like a key and I'll break it down:

Adam Ant

ANT --> ATN --> Etienne which is Steven in French.

Now Kabbalistic study (Sooooooooo BORING!! Tree of Life, blah, blah, blah, it was the most boring phase of study I had to endure) refers to Adam Kadmon (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Kadmon), or the original man, "the source."

So Kadmon which translates roughly as "the original" is used in place of ANT which is Steven. :love: Steven= the original. And since he's shy about using his real name he stays hidden, unless you get a brainiac crazy person like me constantly thinking about this shit who can figure it out using mundane pop culture references where God hides his best secrets. :p

[nothappynotsad]

I've been sitting at home moping about my lost opportunity see Morrissey play at the music box tonight and mulling everything over in my mind. A couple things jumped out to me that I haven't noticed before. The name of the venue where I'll be attending my very first Morrissey concert is 'the shrine'. It seems a little silly, but for a while, I pretty much worshipped Morrissey. His words and music have helped me through some serious dark times and somehow he reached a god status in my mind. Because of this, I find the name of the venue particularly curious.
shrine
noun
1 the shrine of St. James: holy place, temple, church, chapel, tabernacle, sanctuary, sanctum.

Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not going to the music box tonight. I can't afford it and I think the Shrine will be a nice place for my first Morrissey concert....

[CrystalGeezer]

I've been sitting at home moping about my lost opportunity see Morrissey play at the music box tonight and mulling everything over in my mind. A couple things jumped out to me that I haven't noticed before. The name of the venue where I'll be attending my very first Morrissey concert is 'the shrine'. It seems a little silly, but for a while, I pretty much worshipped Morrissey. His words and music have helped me through some serious dark times and somehow he reached a god status in my mind. Because of this, I find the name of the venue particularly curious.
shrine
noun
1 the shrine of St. James: holy place, temple, church, chapel, tabernacle, sanctuary, sanctum.

Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not going to the music box tonight. I can't afford it and I think the Shrine will be a nice place for my first Morrissey concert....

I agree. :cool:

[!Viva Hate!]

I've been sitting at home moping about my lost opportunity see Morrissey play at the music box tonight and mulling everything over in my mind. A couple things jumped out to me that I haven't noticed before. The name of the venue where I'll be attending my very first Morrissey concert is 'the shrine'. It seems a little silly, but for a while, I pretty much worshipped Morrissey. His words and music have helped me through some serious dark times and somehow he reached a god status in my mind. Because of this, I find the name of the venue particularly curious.
shrine
noun
1 the shrine of St. James: holy place, temple, church, chapel, tabernacle, sanctuary, sanctum.

Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not going to the music box tonight. I can't afford it and I think the Shrine will be a nice place for my first Morrissey concert....


I agree. :cool:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzQMpOIHzzw

[CrystalGeezer]

Kokopelli (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kokopelli) clock. I won't go into the whole tying him to Morrissey's haircut and hairdresser on fire analysis tonight. :D

[CrystalGeezer]

Bump. Gotta go to work, in case I forget. Five posts up. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

I think I saw (and felt) MOrrissey do something cool tonight.

So there's this weird affliction I'm under the impression he might suffer from where energy gets balled up in your heart chakra and you feel tremendous chest pain, it;s like the flaming heart of Guadalupe, it hurts like fuck but it's a signifier that you're tied into something greater. There's a number of ways you can release that pain, but one of them is by opening your head/crown/kether chakra or center and the energy releases or escapes through your head. It sounds crazy but just go with it. Anyway, one way to do that is to kind of puke a little bit, not like vomiting, but like choking a bit. It makes the pain go away. I think I saw him do that with his back to the audience. I could be wrong but if that's the case, I didn't just see it.

[CrystalGeezer]

Thinking about the covers thread, one of my favorites is Moonriver. Because I love it and because it has really symbolic meaning to it that I won't go into. One thing I find interesting though is listening to it's placement on the album World of Morrissey. If you listen to it in Bird Language, (Fuck off Juno, let me be crazy.) you can hear a phonetic anagram of his mother's maiden name, Wider is Dwyer. It's in that house, also an acknowledgement of really old, special blood lines, that poor Morrissey is reduced to tears forever searching for a ghost. The next song asks him to Come on to my house (CA DWELLing,) and do something new, but not to far from what he already knows. It's like the spirit is saying, "I know you love your mother and her cosmic house, love my mother and her cosmic house too!" I love that. :sweet: God can be so cool and sneaky sometimes. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

I found something interesting. So you know my whole "Isis-is-back-and-she's-making-her-presence-known" thing that I keep yammering on about? And you know how Morrissey sings "As I live and breathe, you have killed me?" Well let's say that Morrissey is dead. And we are all living in his underworld. So one of Isis's duties in addition to reassembling her Osiris is to protect those travelling in the underworld.

From wiki:

The star Sopdet (Sirius) is associated with Isis. The appearance of the star signified the advent of a new year and Isis was likewise considered the goddess of rebirth and reincarnation, and as a protector of the dead. The Book of the Dead outlines a particular ritual that would protect the dead, enabling travel anywhere in the underworld, and most of the titles Isis holds signify her as the goddess of protection of the dead.

Now she makes her presence known in the weirdest ways, but one of them is through things that go viral for a short time then die off. Then she'll pick up some other underground communication and say "Hey there, I'm here!!! Hellooooo, you're not alone!!!!"

This is her classic stance, she always has wings, she's like papagena the bird lady in the Magic Flute, but her relaxed stance is squatting like this with one knee bent:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/55/Ägyptischer_Maler_um_1360_v._Chr._001.jpg/800px-Ägyptischer_Maler_um_1360_v._Chr._001.jpg

So lately people have been "Tebowing." Tim Tebow is an American football player who takes this stance after he scores a touchdown. The word Tebow is also interesting because in Bird it's "Boat" or a safe place to be if you're stuck in the middle of an ocean AND where you're heart is stuck if if it's lost looking a safe port to dock. But anyway, these kids in a high school in Riverhead, NY (Did you know the Nile travels too?) all got suspended for randomly Tebowing in the hallway. :D


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBi3KxRJ8iY&feature=player_embedded

Okay I'm going to go take my imaginary meds now. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

Soooooooo, it's hannukah. I'm not Jewish but I lived with a Jewish family for 6 months as a kid while my homelife was a disaster, so I know a little bit about it.

I'm taking a particular interest in this amazing photo snapped by the "light guy" up on the cat walk above the stage in Chicago.

http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg877/scaled.php?tn=0&server=877&filename=z2siz.jpg&xsize=640&ysize=640

My initial thought was that it was the phoenix, you can clearly see the wings and a tail, Morrissey at the head, or is the head, the brains. Then I thought "Oh, it's Isis's Biggest. Wings. Evar". But something wants me to make this menorah connection. Hannukah is afterall the festival of lights, and who doesn't love our little light in the center that never goes out (because it's easier to stay in. :p)

From wiki:

The festival is observed by the kindling of the lights of a unique candelabrum, the nine-branched Menorah or Hanukiah, one additional light on each night of the holiday, progressing to eight on the final night. The typical Menorah consists of eight branches with an additional raised branch. The extra light is called a shamash (Hebrew: שמש, "attendant" or "sexton")[1] and is given a distinct location, usually above or below the rest. The purpose of the shamash is to have a light available for use, as using the Hanukkah lights themselves is forbidden.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/54/Hanukia.jpg/797px-Hanukia.jpg

Morrissey is like our living shamash. He's our light available for use, so long as we are open to interpreting his words fluidly and in God's language with an open mind.

[CrystalGeezer]

Taking the thought a step further, Morrissey is the phoenix that rises from the (sham)ashes. :p

ta dum CHA!

Okay I gotta go wash a car to distract from my head hurting.

[CrystalGeezer]

When Signs Are Kind of Fucked Up:

So this is a still image from the American Show on TLC, Toddlers and Tiaras. It's a reality show illustrating the child beauty pagaent industry, and not in a mocking way, these people are serious.

http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/402176_10150540436295874_12637555873_11103560_1549 579326_n.jpg

So someone dressed their child in the hooker costume Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman. It is a recognizable "prostitute." I think this is the spirits way, the spirit who dipped into this mother;s brain and decided this would be a good idea to do this, of addressing the misconception that jesus's bride Mary Magdalene is a whore, she's actually very innocent.

[CrystalGeezer]

Mary Magdalene actually was a whore; that is what was so interesting about her as a character in The Bible...the dichotomy between what she was known as by the general public -a loose woman of ill repute- and what Christ saw in her, which was a loyal friend and companion; somebody not to be shamed into submission or punishment but rather accepted and treated as a human being.

Good point. I'm actually not well read when it comes to the bible, I'm basing this theory on reading grail theory books. There's this fact tossed around that Maggie was a whore, I'm just saying "What if she wasn't?" Like the theory that she was wealthy...what if she was just rich with connection and Jesus saw a kindred spirit in that?

[Iona Mink]

Mary Magdalene actually was a whore; that is what was so interesting about her as a character in The Bible...the dichotomy between what she was known as by the general public -a loose woman of ill repute- and what Christ saw in her, which was a loyal friend and companion; somebody not to be shamed into submission or punishment but rather accepted and treated as a human being.

There has been some dispute over this fact. The first time Mary was explicitly said to be a whore was in the 6th century by the Catholic Church.

Here is an article about it

http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/religions/christianity/history/marymagdalene.shtml

and the first part of a documentary about her. It touches on her reputation as a prostitute.

oSClsj2S2B4

Another interesting thing about her is her gospel which some claim was hidden by the Catholic Church/early Christians. (It was one of many)

[CrystalGeezer]

Thanks Iona!

And there's this. To explain it takes away from how marvelous it is.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r57Lg7YTJmk

[CrystalGeezer]

In case you can't hear his intro to ruffians, here's Elvis's version, an ode to Marie or MARY, a woman who was stolen from him.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NupAWDO6axE

Now INSTEAD of singing these sentiments:

Though I smiled the tears inside were a-burnin'
I wished him luck and then he said good-bye
He was gone but still the words kept returnin'
What else was there for me to do but cry?

Would you believe
That yesterday
This girl was in my arms and swore to me
She'd be mine eternally
And Marie's the name
Of his latest flame

Morrisseey breaks into Rulsholme Ruffians, it's a tale of the sordid nature of greasy speedway drivers and giant wheels and underground stuff, alluding to the people who STOLE Mary from. The boy stabbed is Morrissey and he's fucking pissed. His soulmate is taken from him by the very people who are painting Mary as a whore. So he spends his career crooning to her to get her back because his faith in love is devout.

The last night of the fair
by the big wheel generator
a boy is stabbed
and his money is grabbed
and the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
she is Famous
she is Funny
an engagement ring
doesn't mean a thing
to a mind consumed by brass(money)
and though I walk home alone
tough I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
the last night of the fair
from a seat on a whirling waltzer
her skirt ascends for a watching eye
it's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
from a seat on a whirling waltzer
her skirt ascends for a watching eye
it's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
and though I walk home alone
tough I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
then someone falls in love
and someone's beaten up
someone's beaten up
and the senses being dulled are mine
and someone falls in love
and someone's beaten up
and the senses being dulled are mine
and though I walk home alone
tough I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
this is the last night of the fair
and the grease in the hair
of a speedway operator
is all a tremulous heart requires
a schoolgirl is denied
she said: "How quickly would I die
if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
this is the last night of the fair
and the grease in the hair
of a speedway operator
is all a tremulous heart requires
a schoolgirl is denied
she said: "How quickly would I die
if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
so scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(this means you really love me)
and though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout
And I walk home alone
but my faith in love is still devout

Listen to November Spawned a Monster in this context. It's a song about HER, Mary Magdalene. The lyrics could be laid over that very BBC documentary and be verbatim her story.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6IbCPDfAZg

Sleep on and dream of Love
because it's the closest you will
get to love
poor twisted child
so ugly, so ugly
poor twisted child
oh hug me, oh hug me
one November
spawned a monster
in the shape of this child
who later cried:
"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
and people discussing me"
a frame of useless limbs
what can make GOOD
all the BAD that's been done?
And if the lights were out
could you even bear
to kiss her full on the mouth
(or anywhere?)
poor twisted child
so ugly, so ugly
poor twisted child
oh hug me, oh hug me
one November
spawned a monster
in the shape of this child
who must remain
a hostage to kindness
and the wheels underneath her
a hostage to kindness
and the wheels underneath her
a symbol of where mad, mad lovers
must PAUSE and draw the line
So sleep and dream of love
because it's the closest
you will get to love
that November
is a time
which I must
put OUT of my mind
oh one fine day
LET IT BE SOON
she won't be rich or beautiful
but she'll be walking your streets
in the clothes that she went out
and chose for herself

She's a hostage to the wheel of the BIG WHEEL OPERATOR underneath her, the greasy, everyday is silent and gray GRAYS (the mad lovers who at some point have to pause and draw the line) that forces her to appear to be a prostitute, but she isn't. (It's hard to explain. :o) She's actually a child in a way, the very child Morrissey holds on the over of YOR. His last three albums have him holding a progression of things. A gun. A bow (It's like a sword actually) and finally a baby. She's coming into realization and he's tracking her, he's kind of programmed to because he's the yin to her yang, she's becoming more real in his world. But he knows something about her, because he knows himself, that others don't which is why it is esy to forgive her. He knows that she is a child caught in a trap and he's trying to get her out of it as is she, they fight to get each other off of this cosmic wheel. (It's not an ultimate death thing, but like a cosmic birth to be free of it, it's hard to explain and sounds too much like New Age mumbo jumbo to go into it, marriage of souls stuff.)

Another fine example of Morrissey feeling a kinship with her, or the child in her, is Yes I am Blind. It's an ode to their mutual fight against these big wheel generators that (perhaps unbeknownst to them) affect their lives since the are stuck on the wheel. They are each the lamb, they take turns being the lamb, he sees that in her which is why he takes her as his wife, they each are present at their many hangings, they witness each other's suffering in metaphor.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RokafgiOsRk

Yes, I am blind
no, I can't see
the good things
just the bad things
Yes, I am blind
no, I can't see
there must be something
horribly wrong with me?
God come down 1
if you're really there
well you're the one
who claims to care
Love's young dream
I'm the one who shopped you
I'm the one who stopped you
'cause in my sorry way I love you
Love's young dream
aren't you sorry
for what you've done?
well, you're not the only one
and in my sorry way I love you
Yes, I am blind
but I do see
Evil people prosper
over the likes of you and me
ALWAYS
God come down
if you're really there
well you're the one
who claims to care
Little lamb
on a hill
run fast if you can
good Christians
they want to KILL you
and your life has not even begun!
you're just like me
just like me
oh, your life has not even begun
you're just like me
just like me
and your life has not even begun
you're just like me
just like me
and your life has not even begun
you're just like me
just like, just like me
and your life has not even begun

These are all just theories though, I'm not saying this is the way it is exactly, but something is fishy. Salted fishy. :p

[¡Viva Morrissey!]

The song Billy Budd from 1994 is very telling. This is the definitive letter to Johnny Marr from Morrissey. I will break it down for you...

First, the title: B-I-L-L-Y B-U-D-D - A total of 9 letters, 5 in the first name, 4 in the last. Translation: J-O-H-N-Y M-A-R-R
So, we learn, from the beginning, this song is about Johny Marr aka Johnny Marr. Morrissey is a master at being cryptic but at the same time, revealing obvious clues. The second "n" is redundant, perhaps a Smiths reunion is ALSO redundant? Which is a question raised in the song.
You'll also note: The second "L" in "Billy" represents Johnny's second "n". AND, the song itself sounds very "Smithsy" and could've easily been something that Johnny wrote for Morrissey.

Here's what Morrissey might really be saying, line by line:

Original Lyrics and Translation(in bold)

Say, Billy Budd Say, Johny Marr(also I might add, when you start a sentence with "Say", it may constitute one not being very serious, perhaps just a whim of a comment, but it also could be a serious brought up in a non-chalant way.)
So you think you should ? So, do you think we should reunite The Smiths ? (I like my band, but I would really love to be back in The Smiths)
Oh, everyone's laughing Morrissey, being insecure of being rejected again but nevertheless wants an answer. Also, with a successful solo career at this point, what would be the point of reuniting? Also, perhaps the fans or his closest friends and family might be laughing due to the band reuniting for "money" or because Morrissey can't hack it on his own? Also at play here, could be Morrissey's hateful streak, laughing off any idea of such a reunion because of his success and the lesser success of the other Smiths.
Say, Billy Budd Same
So you think that you should ? Same
Everyone's laughing! Notice the exclamation point. Driving the point home.
Since I took up with you Commentary about how, lots of people in the music industry sort of thought Morrissey and The Smiths were a joke at first, well, people like Tony Wilson who told a young Steven Morrissey who confessed his ambitions to be a pop star, "Concentrate on your writing, Steven." Blowing off Morrissey's desires for pop star fame. Also, It is widely suspected now that Mike Joyce, Andy, and Johnny used to laugh and make little jokes about Morrissey's eccentricities, along with many others. Morrissey always knew this and maintained his role as black sheep for a long time, even to this very day.
Things have been bad THINGS HAD BEEN BAD up to that point. Not terrible, but bad in the sense that Morrissey didn't feel comfortable with any other songwriting partner like he had with Johnny. Stephen Street, Vini Reilly, Nevin, Boorer, Whyte, the list is long and Morrissey kept bouncing around. Even though this was the second album completed with Whyte and Boorer, IT STILL just wasn't like the old days anymore...Viva Hate, Kill Uncle, Bona Drag, Your Arsenal were nice but it still wasn't THE SMITHS!
Yeah, but now it's 12 years on 12 years on from the release of this song and Vauxhall & I would place us timeline-wise in 1982, the beginning of The Smiths.
Now it's 12 years on Same
Yes, and I took up with you Since we started The Smiths.
I took my job application
Into town When Morrissey went solo, there was an American guitarist (I can't remember his name) that Morrissey wanted to write songs and work with(rumored). In fact, at first, when Morrissey went solo, there were many that were wary of working with him for many reasons: One might be that they were worried about being forever compared to Johnny Marr(this continues to be a fact to this very day). Another reason might be Morrissey's unorthodox way of writing songs, having the musician send demo's of the music for Morrissey to yay or nay and to write melodies over, which some might argue is not really "writing together" at all. Another reason could be Morrissey's growing reputation of being difficult to work with.
Did you hear ? They turned me down The American guitarist, apparently, turned him down. I think there were "others" too, so he uses, "They."
Yes, and it's all because of us No blame on his own difficult personality. The blame rests squarely on future writing partner's JEALOUSY of the success of The Smiths.
Oh, and what was in our eyes This gets a bit weird. By saying what was in our eyes, Morrissey is also laying blame on other people prejudices to the idea that people won't work with Morrissey because they think he might be gay and don't want to be associated with that, but that's just speculation. But also, Morrissey had racked up a reputation for playing "games" or head games and a person could see that prospect of being tiresome. Examples: Whispering in a guitarist's ear during rehearsal, "Do you like chocolate?" Or something like that. Also, refusing to deal with problems properly like placing a note on some bassist's car, "You're no longer a Smith." Blah blah blah, the list is long. I, myself, would enjoy such things as they make life more interesting but I could see how someone would get tired of it, like Johnny did and like a prospective writing partner might be wary of that type of possible hostile work environment even if it is passive aggressive.
Oh, what was in our eyes, yeah Again, a reference to the idea that people were jealous of Morrissey and Johnny's "love" as the sun shined out of their behinds from day one.
I said, Billy Budd see below
I would happily lose see below
Both of my legs see below
I would lose both of my legs see below
Oh, if it meant you could be free Morrissey is no stranger to handicapped references, but here perhaps, Morrissey is talking about the idea that Johnny Marr, whether he decides to reunite The Smiths or not, would be FOREVER attached to Morrissey whether Johnny LIKED IT OR NOT. So, a reunion is not really necessary. Morrissey may feel a bit bad about this, but Morrissey also probably hates being attached to The Smiths sometimes and realizes that he shares the same fate, thereby, he'd be willing to lose his legs to make this not so anymore. It's also telling, while Morrissey would probably like to be back in The Smiths, deep down, when it's all said and done, he wishes The Smiths to remain dead and GOOD RIDDANCE, lock and key, door slammed, guillotine dropped.
Oh, if it meant you could be free
(Don't leave us in the dark!) The Oliver Twist sample wraps up Morrissey's last minute feelings, as an orphaned misfortune, even though he was very hurt by the break and hateful of The Smiths, the demise, there's still hope, with the plea: DON'T LEAVE US IN THE DARK! He still wants to be friends with Johnny and is very grateful for what Johnny did for him, bringing him out of his bedroom and into the spotlight and that there is always hope for a reunion, at least, with Johnny and Morrissey. The truth is, no matter what, Morrissey holds Johnny very dear for believing in him when no one did and for making his hopes and dreams come true. The rest is just banter.

[Author's note: I spent too much time on this, and yet, not enough, but I figured I'd post it anyway. This may be a bit sloppy but the just of it is there and perhaps I'll come back later to upgrade it.]

Original lyrics:

Billy Budd

Say, Billy Budd
So you think you should ?
Oh, everyone's laughing
Say, Billy Budd
So you think that you should ?
Everyone's laughing !
Since I took up with you
Things have been bad
Yeah, but now it's 12 years on
Now it's 12 years on
Yes, and I took up with you
I took my job application
Into town
Did you hear ? They turned me down
Yes, and it's all because of us
Oh, and what was in our eyes
Oh, what was in our eyes, yeah
I said, Billy Budd
I would happily lose
Both of my legs
I would lose both of my legs
Oh, if it meant you could be free
Oh, if it meant you could be free
(Don't leave us in the dark!)

[CrystalGeezer]

You spelled Steven wrong.

[Girl-with-the-Thorn]

CG, have you read this (http://www.amazon.co.uk/Meaning-Mary-Magdalene-Discovering-Christianity/dp/1590304950)? A lot of it was from a very Christian spiritual perspective which I didn't entirely buy into, but I found it very interesting nonetheless. It discusses the roles of Mary Magdalene (both actual and potential) and also touches quite a lot on the whole 'marriage of souls' business. I'd urge you to give it a read if you haven't already. :)

[Girl-with-the-Thorn]

There has been some dispute over this fact. The first time Mary was explicitly said to be a whore was in the 6th century by the Catholic Church.

Here is an article about it

http://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/religions/christianity/history/marymagdalene.shtml

and the first part of a documentary about her. It touches on her reputation as a prostitute.

oSClsj2S2B4

Another interesting thing about her is her gospel which some claim was hidden by the Catholic Church/early Christians. (It was one of many)

Pretty much everything I was going to say on the subject is summed up in your post and that article. :thumb: I'll have to watch that video at some point as well. The whole thing is very interesting, but I also find it slightly sad that to be an acceptable female figure in the history of Christianity one must be made out to be either a virgin or an ex-hooker.

[¡Viva Morrissey!]

You spelled Steven wrong.

Thank you, anything else?

"Don't rake up my mistakes...etc..."

(Apparently, you didn't read the "Author's note.") ;)

[Iona Mink]

Pretty much everything I was going to say on the subject is summed up in your post and that article. :thumbs: I'll have to watch that video at some point as well. The whole thing is very interesting, but I also find it slightly sad that to be an acceptable female figure in the history of Christianity one must be made out to be either a virgin or an ex-hooker.

Glad you liked it. I had seen that documentary on the BBC years ago but on looking for it I watched it again. It's pretty good in explaining reasons how Mary Magdalene had been rivalled with Paul for leadership. I was watching another documentary about it and they said that soon after the death of Jesus there were many early Christian groups; some led by men, others headed by women. After a few centuries what was deemed acceptable changed and men started taking a more prominent role with women being sidelined. It was only then that women were forbidden for taking a priesthood etc and this coincided with the start of writing the bible in the 3rd and 4th century.

Yes it is sad about the only two states that women can hold. It reminds me of 1940's and 1950's film archetypes of the femme fatale and her virginal opposite (ie the Doris Day type). They make story telling easy and accessible.

[CrystalGeezer]

Thanks for contributing to my thread guys, I love the Mary Magdalene angle.

I've been reading this book on the history of the Ghent Altarpiece, known as The Lamb of God, which the author describes as "the most desired and victimized object of all time." It was stolen six times by various people who thought it held some sort of mystical power. It's also a key piece in the history of art as it serves as the piece that divides the Middle Ages or Gothic age from the Renaissance, it encompasses distinguishing traits of both eras. It's a fascinating read, I'm only a few pages in, but the author has summed up for me EXACTLY how I feel about Morrissey and his work:

"The Ghent Altarpiece refers to many biblical and mystical texts, but is a synthesis rather than a precise illustration of any one of them."

also

"Pictures of this period were often puzzles. They lead the viewer through a maze and only hinted at what lay at the center. It has often been said that a great portrait should reveal a hidden secret about the person portrayed that the person would prefer remained secret -- the artist is privy to it and weaves the secret into the pigment, hiding it in plain sight for determined viewers to find, if they know how to look."

This sums up perfectly what I try to do with MOrrissey's work and insodoing, I hope (or had hoped but one t-shirt kinda dashes that idea,) that it helps him to better understand who he is. His own work is a verbal Ghent Altarpiece. One can say "Oh he lifted this thought from a Sheleigh Delaney book." and stop there, but I think there's something more being channeled by him because he is different from normal people.

[CrystalGeezer]

I was watching this cool PBS documentary on Egyptian royalty the other night and they made a reference to the scarab beetle's significance in royalty that I can't seem to find reference to online. In addition to representing the sun god, one of the Pharoahs, whose name escapes me, commissioned artists to carve hundreds of palm sized scarabs out of wood, I think, and on their backs in hieroglyphs were carved the news of the kingdom, communications from the priests who talked to God or whatever. I'm sure I'm not the first person to put this thought together, but any discerning Egyptologist or symbologist for that matter would be wasting their time digging in the sands and tombs learning about what the Egyptians, and by extension their Gods, were up to when they could just be listening to John, Paul, George, and Ringo. :thumb:

[Black Cloud]

When the real King Tut died they replaced him with the winner of a lookalike contest.

[CrystalGeezer]

When the real King Tut died they replaced him with the winner of a lookalike contest.

Is that so? :p

[CrystalGeezer]

I wrote this in April 1994. :o Junior College in Santa Ana when I was 19.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.


The Heavenly Scales of Shakespeare's Sonnet XXX

Shakespeare's Sonnet XXX is a somewhat unusual example of the traditional English Sonnet, which Shakespeare himself developed. According to Miller Williams, Patterns of Poetry: An Encyclopedia of Forms, this form consists of three Sicilian quatrains followed by a heroic couplet. Normally, "the problem presented in the octave [the first two quatrains] is ... dealt with tentatively in the next four lines and summarily in the terminal couplet." In Sonnet XXX the problem is presented in the first quatrain, dealt with the second quatrain, and resolved in the final couplet. The effect of this variation is to reinforce the metaphorical structure of the poem.

The language of the poem is highly metaphorical, with a consistent pattern of reference to matters of money and court. In addition, Shakespeare makes extensive use of alliteration, and the doubling of words and images. Behind the visible images of the poem, I believe, is another, unmentioned one: the image of the constellation Libra.

The narrative content of the poem tells of the situation of a person remembering his past, suffering his old shortcomings and losses as if no time had passed. As he becomes aware of this process of suffering the same problems all over again, he sees how unfair, or unjust it is to suffer the same losses, and to pay the same debts twice. Then he remembers his present friend (or love,) switches instantly to the present, and realizes that the past is cancelled out, and everything is returned to happiness.

The words sessions, summon, cancell'd, expense, grievance, account, paid, and losses are all words which we easily relate to matters of court and money. Other words with similar intent are not as obvious to us. In Mr W.H., Leslie Hotson points out that the vocabulary of Sonnet XXX makes reference to a specific court: the Court of the Exchequer. Shakespeare's remembrance of things past carries with it a special reference to Remembrancers, officers of the Exchequer whose job it was to remind the court of its responsibilities and duties. The word dateless in the narrative context of the poem means endless, i.e. the endless night of death, but in a legal context it infers that no termination time has been agreed upon. Such a difference may seem slight, but it is just enough to keep us in both contexts simultaneously. The word foregone is used in the sense of the past and done with, but when a debt is forgiven, it is cancelled without payment. Other examples of this kind of metaphorical use of language could be pointed out. The important thing to understand is that Shakespeare uses these metaphors in a consistent pattern which makes us think of two things at once: the story, or narrative of the poem, and the image of courts and trials.

The use alliteration is important (sessions/sweet/silent/summon, woes/wail/waste, death's/dateless. etc.), because it creates an air of verbal excess. More important, I believe, is the use of doubling. The third quatrain has one doubled expression per line: grieve at grievances, woe to woe, fore-bemoaned moan, and pay as if not paid. In addition to this, the second and third quatrains have the exact opening words: Then can I drown... and Then can I grieve.... The word dear is used twice, but in two completely different senses. It is a normal term of endearment in the phrase my dear friend, but in my dear times waste it has the unusual sense of expensive, and contrasts with waste, meaning of no value. But why does Shakespeare go to so much trouble making everything double? Well, as you might imagine, there are two possible explanations.

The first is that he was trying to present us with the idea of double jeopardy. When someone has paid for a crime once, it is not good justice to make him pay for it all over again. By making things doubled and re-doubled, Shakespeare leads us to the conclusion that what he is suffering is unjust. The second reason has to do with Justice itself, or herself.

The symbolic representation of Justice is a blindfolded woman with a sword in one hand and a balance in the other. It means that Justice is blind, decisive and equal, or equitable. Now, there are two versions of the balance which Justice holds. The first tilts in favor of truth (criminal justice, and determining facts,) while the second balances exactly (civil justice, suits between people, matters of money). The balance beam has two arms extending from a pivot point. The structure of the balance, therefore, is double, since without two of something there can be no equality, or balance. The balance itself is double; the balance beam has two arms. In Sonnet XXX the past is placed on one side of the balance and the present on the other, though not until the final couplet. Until Shakespeare's dear friend is remembered, the scales are tilted unjustly in favor of the past, which is very large, and filled with sorrows and regrets. The present, when filled with thoughts of happiness and friendship, is so precious that is sets the balance back to equal. This is the central message of the poem.

There is a final, interesting possibility that Shakespeare had a more distant metaphor in mind. The second quatrain describes precious friends as hid in death's dateless night. Shakespeare does not say that they are hid under the ground, but uses a metaphor of death which removes us from the pattern of court metaphors. Notice, also, that he drown[s] an eye, unus'd to flow, so that it is not his dead friends, but rather the eye which is buried (under the tears). Tears would accumulate in the eye if the head were tilted back, looking into the dateless night. Thus, the hidden image of the poem is, I think, Shakespeare looking up at the constellation Libra: the Heavenly Scales.

The symbolism of Libra is so close to the underlying meaning of Sonnet XXX that I feel quite certain Shakespeare had this constellation in mind from the very start.

The precious friends hid in death's dateless night were like the precious gems, or diamonds of the night sky. Richard Hinkley Allen's remark about this sign of the zodiac fits the poem very closely:



Libra, the Balance or Scales, is the Italian Libra and Bilancia, the French Balance, the German Wage...all meaning the Scales, or a Weight. [The] latin Jugum, the Yoke, or Beam of the Balance, [was] first used as a stellar title by Geminos, who, with Varro, mentioned it as a sign of the autumnal equinox.


Two things caught my attention. First that Jugum is probably related to the English word judge, which fits perfectly with the metaphors relating to court. Second, the connection of Libra with the equinox, (when the day and night are equal,) also fits. Allen quotes Manilius, the Latin astrologer: "Then Day and Night are weigh'd in Libra's Scales/ Equal a while..." But in addition to standing between day and night, when they are equal, Libra also stands between two halves of the year. Allen quotes James Thomson's line which indicates this: "Libra weighs in equal scales of the year...."

If we consider Libra to be the unifying metaphor in Sonnet XXX, then not only is there a balance of past and present, sorrow and happiness, day and night, but also a balance of the warm and cold season's of the year. With that in mind, Shakespeare's Sonnet XXX is a wonderful love poem which also speaks of the natural balancing of all things in heaven and on earth.

[CrystalGeezer]

Look at this funny doodle I found in the same folder as the Shakespeare paper. :) I was kind of awake to my situation, Stockholm Syndrome kept me afraid though.

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[CrystalGeezer]

Another college paper from 1994. This is like my Greatest Hits Compilation of Symbolic Stuff that Nobody Gives a Crap About. :p

"The Horse Dealer's Daughter"

"The Horse Dealer's Daughter" by D.H. Lawrence is a simple story made structurally complex by the use of very heavy handed stylistic devices. From beginning to end, Lawrence sets a dreary, negative tone through the use of very repetitive, almost redundant diction. This overall tone is further complicated by distinct swings of mood from section to section of the plot. The final complexity is a turn of plot which takes us away from the ending clearly foreshadowed. This ending has sometimes been a source of confusion for readers, but once we understand Lawrence's intention, it becomes quite reasonable.

The story is set in England around the turn of the century. It opens around the breakfast table of Mabel Pervin and her three brothers who may be sitting together for the last time. The horse stable which their father left to them when he died has gone bankrupt, and each of the four must move on. The brothers have decided on their destinations, but Mabel, who remains passive and withdrawn, does not share a word with them of her own. Soon, Jack Fergusson, a young country doctor and friend of the Pervins drops by to wish them off. During this visit he takes special notice of Mabel, and she looks back "with steady, dangerous eyes." Later that afternoon, as Fergusson walks through town tending to his patients, his eyes meet with Mabel's, who is cleaning her mother's graveston in the cemetery, and a "mystical element [is] touched in him," and "he [feels] delivered from his own fretted, daily self."

As afternoon falls into night, Mabel strolls down to the nearby pond where again Jack Fergusson catches sight of her, but this time what he sees does not quite register in his mind:

He stood motionless as the small black figure walked slowly and deliberately towards the center of the pond, very slowly, gradually moving deeper into the motionless water, and still moving forward as the water got up to her breast. Then he could see her no more in the dusk of the dead afternoon.

After a pause of disbelief, Fergusson springs into action. What follows consists of almost half the story, but is a single, sometimes bewildering section. It is not what one expects.

Lawrence depends greatly on diction to create the persistent negative mood of "The Horse Dealer's Daughter." Almost at once we are aware that the words in the text border on the redundant. The same word may be used two or three times in close proximity, or the same root word word twice in the same sentence. This pattern, which seems very heavy handed at times, is very effective. It leads one to believe that there is something very important about the words themselves; perhaps they are keys to a deeper, symbolic understanding of the text.

Examples of this technique may be found almost at random throughout the story. In the first sentence of the second paragraph the word "desolate" is used with the word "desultory:" "The three brothers and sister sat round the desolate breakfast table, attempting some sort of desultory consultation." The word "round" shows up over and over again, suggesting, perhaps, the dull round of existence faced by the characters in the story: things are held round, passed round, sat round, and the doctor even makes his rounds. But no word is repeated with a more obvious intention of creating a sense of gloom and anticipation in the reader than the word "dead." Just listen to the slow, steady, trudging of this peak moment in the story: "It was grey, deadened, and wintry, with a slow, moist, heavy coldness sinking in and deadening all the faculties." Twice "dead." "He could see her no more in the disk of the dead afternoon." and finally, Lawrence makes his last reference to "dead" when Fergusson wades into the pond to save Mabel and feels the water clasp "dead cold round his legs." "Dead," "cold," and "round" in the same sentence. The word "dead" is used repeatedly in this, the last section of the story to create a dark, dismal mood where the reader is almost forced to imagine, or to expect Mabel's death will form the unhappy climax.

This technique persists throughout the story, but with one interesting twist: each of the five sections of the story has it;s own dominant vocabulary, and therefore, it's own dominant mood. Key words of the first section include: "foolish," "desolate," and "hopeless." The second section begins when Jack Fergusson arrives at the house. The mood becomes boisterous and loud. Key words of this section include "loudly," "shouted," and "sarcastically." The third part begins when Fergusson and the three brothers leave the house. Here the narrator explains the past history of the Pervin household. The mood is sad and depressing. It ends with Mabel tending to her mother's gravestone. We become aware of an odd assortment of words: "midless," "persistent," and "immune." In the fourth part the narrator explains the dreary life of Jack Fergusson. The mood itself is dreary, though not exactly depressive. He exhibits a deeply unsatisfied feeling about life. He is a doctor who hates the dreary life he lives, but who, nonetheless, is excited by the contact with the rough, inarticulate people with whom he works. It is at this moment of the story that Fergusson notices Mabel walking into the center of the pond, and just watches her. "Would you believe it?" he exclaims. The fifth and final part begins with action. The story, which begins with passivity, now begins to turn towards commitment. "And he hastened straight down, running over the wet, soddened fields, pushing through the hedges, down into the depression of the callous wintry obscurity." This sentence itself could have been a short story!

Up to this point, the reader has every right to assume that the whole story would end with the death of Mabel, and perhaps a speech about the unfairness of life, the tragic inequality of women in western society. The reader might very well have expected to close his book feeling the nobility of Mabel's death, how she chose death over the oppression of slavery. But Lawrence has something completely different in store for us. In a final scene which borders on complete unbelievability, Lawrence has the doctor return Mabel to her home unconscious, revive her, and then have us believe that because of this sudden, hazard-filled event, that the two of them fall in love. Not only do they fall in love, but they plan to marry the next day!

It is the wonderful genius of Lawrence that he does not try to make the final scene of the story seem to be a reasonable outcome of the precedinf events. The ending that the reader expects is one where there is the resolution of conflicts. Death resolves the conflict that Mabel encounters. Or, the doctor snatches her from death and shows her the way. Any number of resolutions might present themselves. But Lawrence's short story turns out to be not one of resolution, but of transformation. In fact, nothing prepares us for the ending, just as nothing in the worm prepares us for the butterfly. Mabel and the doctor are transformed. Transformation is not a question of degree. They are not more or less of something. They are new.

What Lawrence's elaborate structuring of mood prepares us for is the complete illogic of the ending. They each have gone down into the water and come up...new? Transformed? Bonded? It is impossible to say, because the story ends as abruptly as it begins.

[CrystalGeezer]

I got REAMED by my teacher when I submitted that rough draft, he wanted me to prove the trasformation aspect. I mean you can read it and sense it and comment lightly one it, but I had to go back and select passages to substantiate my claim and read the bible and books on baptism and blah, it was torture. It's so hard for me to put words on paper, but I basically rewrote the entire paper into a much more interesting one. I had some help with transitions and obscure references, but I was pretty pleased with the result. I'll transcribe the Extended Dance Remix of The Horse Dealer's Daughter later. :p

The red ink on every page is hilarious, I was crushed. But I pulled it together.

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[CrystalGeezer]

TRANSFORMATION & SYMBOLISM IN D.H. LAWRENCE'S "THE HORSE DEALER'S DAUGHTER"

"The Horse Dealer's Daughter" is a love story. It is also a story rich in symbolism. In this paper I will present an interpretation of the symbols which appear both in the descriptions of the two main characters and in their actions. My analysis will be limited to the final scene, in which the two characters undergo a startling transformation. The symbolism to be dealt with relates to the Christian rites and symbols of baptism, shedding of the old skin, light, resurrection, and marriage.

The story is set in England around the turn of the present century. It opens at the breakfast table of Mabel Pervin and her three brothers, who are sitting together for what may be the last time. The horse stable and house which their father left them when he died has gone bankrupt. Malcolm has found a job, Fred Henry is leaving for Northampton, Joe, the eldest, plans to marry and work for his father-in-law, but the fate of Mabel remains a mystery. She is impassive and withdrawn, and will not share a single word with them about her future plans. Soon, Jack Fergusson, the young country doctor and friend of Fred henry drops by to wish them off. During his visit he takes special note of Mabel, who looks back with "steady, dangerous eyes." Later that afternoon, as jack Fergusson in walking his rounds just outside town, he sees Mabel, tending her mother;s gravestone in the cemetery, and their eyes meet. A "mystical element touched in him," in that moment, and "he [feels] delivered from his own fretted, daily self." As afternoon falls into night, Mabel strolls down to a nearby pond. Again, Jack catches sight of her; but what he sees does not quite register in his mind: "He stood motionless as the small black figure walked slowly and deliberately towards the center of the pond...." After a pause of disbelief, he springs into action.

Against his fear, and despite his being unable to swim, Jack plunges into the water over his head to save Mabel. He carries her unconscious home, undresses her, and then revives her with spirits. When she comes to, she makes the startling declaration, "You love me. I know you love me, I know." Jack seems, at first, repulsed by her declaration. But, in his struggle to deal with her statement, he discovers an unexpected truth in her words. Everything in his past, as a doctor, as a young bachelor, as a young man about town, goes completely against what he does next:



...he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge.... He crossed over the gulf to her, and all that he had left behind had shrivelled and become void.


With sudden movement toward resolution, Jack tells Mabel of his desire to marry her "...quickly -- tomorrow if I can." Mabel fears that his desire may not be true; and on that strange note the story, rather abruptly, ends.

BAPTISM: Submersion in water is a traditional first step in the symbolic process of transformation. For Christians, the central act of initiation into the church is baptism (from the Greek word meaning to submerse). Through baptism, the Christian initiate is renewed (which is to say, the sins of his old life are washed away), reborn (in Christ), and transformed. But the symbol of baptism is not limited to a single ritual of the church. In fact, according to J.E. Cerlot in [i]A Dictionary of Symbols the connection between water, and both material and spiritual transformation, can be found in Egyptian hieroglyphics, ancient Hindu and Chinese writings, as well as the Old and New Testaments. The earliest biblical example of what will later develop into baptism is the story of Noah and the Flood, where the earth itself is buried under water and symbolically reborn after forty days and forty nights. In the New Testament, before entering his public ministry, Jesus submits himself to John the Baptist to be submerged in the waters of the River Jordan.

Cerlot quotes John Chrysostom's interpretation of baptism and the Flood as follows:



It represents death and interment, life and resurrection....When we plunge our head beneath water, as in sepulchre, the old man becomes completely immersed and buried. When we leave the water, the new man suddenly appears.


Cerlot's interpretation of this is that the waters dissolve the elements and allow them to recombine in a new pattern. In "The Horse Dealer's Daughter," Lawrence has his characters submerge themselves completely in a "square, deep pond." He communicates to us very clearly that the theme of this immersion is death, not merely because of the attempted suicide, but because of the very essence of the things surrounding the pond itself. The pond is described as "grey, deadened, and wintry..." Jack is repulsed by the "smell of the dead, clayey water, and mortally afraid for his own health." This is also, appropriately enough, the turning point in the story, where the lives of the two main characters cross in such a way that in the space of a few minutes they are changed completely from the hopeless and unfulfilled people they were to beings on the verge of awakening.

SHEDDING OF THE SKIN: Alan Watts begins his explanation of Easter with the following words:



Before it can come to life as a plant, the seed must be buried in the earth. Before it can soar into the air upon brilliant wings, the catepillar must enter the long sleep of it's chrysalis tomb. Before the splendor of spring, all the earth is shrouded in gray, cold death of winter. "Unless a grain of corn fall into the ground and die, it remains alone. But if it dies, it brings forth much fruit." In those words Christ summed up the strange truth that life is ever dependent upon death. ([i]Easter, It's Story and Meaning, N.Y., 1950, p.19)


Baptism and symbolic shedding of the skin are very closely related, as Watts makes very clear in the above passage. For this reason, I believe, Lawrence makes a great issue of the wet clothing in the second half of the story. After carrying Mabel back to the Pervin house, and while she is still unconscious, Jack removes her clothing and wraps her in blankets. Jack's own wet clothing remains and issue until almost the the last page of the story. When he finally undresses, something of great symbolical significance takes place.

At first, Jack feels he may die from the cold. Later, as his heart warms, his body also seems to warm. In fact, though at first he fears death from the cold, he does not change until Mabel sends him to do so. ("...he had not the power to move out of her presence, until she sent him.") Baptism was the first step in their transformation, the shedding of their old skin is the next. This is symbolized in the story by the shedding of wet clothing. It is a physical transformation, of course, just as the caterpillar physically transforms into a butterfly, and as teh grain of corn physically changes in order to bring forth fruit. But the transformation itself serves as a symbol of something not physical as all, but spiritual. It would be quite easy to interprete Jack and Mabel's falling in love with each other as a mere consequence of their intimate physical contact (Jack clutches her in his arms, carries her home, undresses her.) In a story less symbolic, the plot might well have developed along the lines of physical attraction and arousal. But Lawrence has something completely different in mind. The first time Jack sees Mabel naked, they have their original relationship of doctor/patient. The next time he notices "for the first time [emphasis added] that one of her shoulders quite bare," and he sees "one of her small breasts...." He notices these things, but he is neither aroused nor repulsed by them. What he does next demonstrates that something has begun to change in him. He asks in "an [i]altered voice [emphasis added], 'Why are you crying?'" At this point he has changed from his role of doctor to that of compassionate human being. But the most convincing evidence that a transformation has taken place in Jack is found in his third encounter with what is now only a hint od Mabel's nakedness:



And as she went, the blanket trailing, and as he saw a glimpse of her feet and her white leg, he tried to remember her as she was when he had wrapped her in that blanket. But then he didn;t want to remember, because she had been nothing to him then and his nature revolted from remembering her as she was when she was nothing to him.


Jack has begun to respond to Mabel in a completely new way. Her nakedness, or partial nakedness, triggers a response in him, but he is "revolted" by the memory of her as a mere physical being. Clearly, he has connected with something beyond the body. It is the self itself, the spiritual self, which he now relates to. Mabel's response to Jack is also interesting. When she sees him changed for the first time into dry clothing, she remarks, "I don't like you in those clothes." The meaning seems to be that she dislikes him in a state of concealment and disguise, as if he has taken a backward step into his old self.

(end part one)

[CrystalGeezer]

GIVING OF SPIRITS: The taking and giving of whiskey plays an interesting and important symbolic role in the story. Mabel is unconscious as Jack carries her home from the pond. She remains unconscious until the moment Jack gives her a little taste of whiskey. He "went into the dining room, to look for spirits. There was a little whiskey. He drank a gulp himself, and put some into her mouth." In other words, Jack administers spirits. By today's standards this is a rather quaint medical practice, but Lawrence was not making a comment on medicine, he was taking advantage of the oppotunity to introdice a particular word into the vocabulary of the story: spirits. The word spirit is used in a metaphorical sense when applied to whiskey, and a special metaphorical sense when applied to the development of the story. In fact, it;s exists as a kind of joke, or pun, which requires us to understand it in a literal sense. Jack quite literally introdices spirit(s) into Mabel, and "the effect instantaneous." In effect, Mabel had died to the world when she lowered herself into the pond. Her new life depends, symbolically, on being filled with a new spirit. "She looked full into his face, as if she had been seeing him for some time, and yet had only just become conscious of him." She has awakened from one life into another.

There is also an effect upon Jack, who, having taken spirits himself, begins almost as quickly "divesing himself of his coat." In other words, the two processes, that of shedding the old skin, and taking on a new spirit, overlap.

LIGHT: The imagery of light and radiance contributes another layer of symbolism to the story. mabel is described, after her first expression of awareness that jack loves her, as "look[ing] up at his with flaring, humble eyes of transfiguration...." A few moments later she looks at Jack with a "transcendent, frightening light of triumph," and Jack is rendered powerless by "the delicate flame which seemed to come from her face like a light." The situation falters; the light is seen "dying" from her face. A period of tension follows in which water imagery dominates; it concludes with a description of Mabel's eyes being "unfathomable." But the light returns:



"When she turned her face to him again, a faint delicate flush was glowing, and there was again dawning that terrible shining of joy in her eyes, which really terrified him."


The words [i]transfiguration, transcendent, and dawning, are very important in the passages jsut quoted. Lawrence uses them not only to describe the appearance of Mabel, but also, I believe, in an allusive manner. The Transfiguration is an important stage in the life of Jesus. According to Matthew (17:1-2) :



After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light. (NIV)


Now, transfiguration does not mean beaming light form one's face face; this is simply the way in which Jesus was transfigured. Notice, however, how many things there are in common with the description in Matthew, and the descriptions in "The Horse Dealer's Daughter." Mabel is clearly radiating light (metaphorically) in the same manner as Jesus (in actuality.)

The New Saint Joseph Sunday Missal (N.Y. 1974) explains the Transfiguration of Jesus by referring to the seasons:



Walking through nature in wintertime and observing the seemingly dead trees and bushes, one can hardly believe that all of it will look like the spring of the year."


Winter is the dead of the year, springtime the renewal. We cannot see the life hidden in the dead earth of winter, but we know by faith that it is there. The missal explains the transfiguration of Jesus as a demonstration of the true life within, a life which must wait until the appropriate time to shine.



In faith we know even that there is a beautiful reality behind the visible universe....In this mystery we anticipate our own exaltation to come.


Until the time Mabel connects to Jack on a higher level, it is as though her life is dead, and in constant winter. But once she realizes that Jack has saved her from the pond, and undresses her, only then does Lawrence describe her as a shining, transfigured thing. Only then does she become "transcendent."

If we follow the idea of transfiguration back to the Bible, then we may also follow the idea of "dawning" back to the central mystery of Christianity: the Resurrection. Jesus is resurrected just before dawn. The rising sun. or dawn, is the symbol of the rising of Jesus from the grave. This is why Easter is commemorated by sunrise services, and also, interestingly enough, why churches are "oriented," (that is, turned toward the East). This discussion of the symbolism in "The Horse Dealer's Daughter" began with the topic of baptism. The story of dawn and the story of baptism are almost the same story. Both Alan Watts and John Chrysostom made this point (above.) Baptism, shedding of the old skin, dawning, and it;s association with Easter, overlap and complete each other. Symbols do not operate in isolation.

In the opening sentence of this paper it was stated the "The Horse Dealer's Daughter" is a love story. In the end, it concerns the coming together of male and female. The final, and most important symbol of the story is marriage. Marraige is an everyday occurance -- people get married everyday. but Lawrence is dealing with something far more important than the social joining of bodies, or people.

The symbolism in "the Horse Dealer's Daughter" is, it would seem, of an esoteric nature. Because of this, there will never be a single interpretation of the story. I have attempted to discuss the symbolism in terms of my own limited knowledge of Christianity and the Bible, but this may, in fact, represent no more than a single layer of the underlying symbolism. What is certain, however, is that both Jack and Mabel undergo a complete and sudden transformation.

[CrystalGeezer]

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ISWYDT.

[CrystalGeezer]

So lately I've been reading about the Ghent Altarpeice, and I read about this technique that an Van Eyck used to communicate God's thought in a painting. Being odd and courting ghosts constantly, I have a feeling the spirit of Van Eyck took the photo of Morrissey for the Throwing My Arms Around Paris single. :p

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So here's a section of the ENORMOUS Ghent Altarpiece, it's the panel classically referred to as The Annunciation where the angel Gabriel announces to Mary that she is going to birth the savior. The technique Van Eyck uses to communicates God's thought is to paint the thought upside down and in reverse so that it would be seen from the angle of where God is, in heaven and inside the picture plain. Imagine God is hanging out above Mary's head and behind her, the text is backwards and upsidedown to us the viewer, but to God it is pointing in the right direction and legible. So the text reads "Ecce ancilla domini" or "Behold the slave of the Lord." God is announcing that Mary, pictured to the right of the text, head tilted, accepting of her task on earth, is a very special person. She is essentially like God's secretary and by extension, God himself. Or herself. It gets theosophically complicated explaining that part, but in short she is a very special person.


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Okay, so here is the single cover to Paris. I could dig out dusty boring occult tomes going into detail about this, or I could use the knowledge disseminated to us in the more interesting way, through modern music. (That's a whole nuther panel on the Ghent Altarpiece. :D) So there is a band that wrote a song about building the Eiffel Tower located in Paris, ("oh alexander i see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics" anyone?) Another more interesting song they wrote contains the key that unlocks this little puzzle, This Monkey's Gone to Heaven.

If man is 5, and the devil is 6, then GOD IS 7.

Upside down and backwards hidden on the poster are eight letters that are white, (the rest are greenish, ignore those.)

OLL
OUR
RE

The second and third line can be translated very easily to "RE: Our" or "Regarding our". This first line is a bit more complicated. It's not LOL, or laughing out loud, it's backwards code (770) that God understands and is announcing.

Seven Seventy. Say it: "Seven Seven tee"
Seven is God, that's the first part, thank you Pixies. (:cool:)
Seven T.
STeven

The final message is "Regarding our Steven, he is God." Even the font used for the title mimics Van Eycks backwards fontwork. The arches in the Ghent are mirrored in the MLK poster and in the blue half arch behind Moz's head. The poster is the similar tones as the room Mary stands in, the literal shadow on the poster falls right where there is a break in the room with a column. His head is tilted perfectly. Both Mary and Moz's eyes are directly to the right of the text. It's pretty darn cool if you ask me. :p

[¡Viva Morrissey!]

Sorry, Geezer, but I couldn't resist...

Is this you? ;)


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[CrystalGeezer]

Sorry, Geezer, but I couldn't resist...

Is this you? ;)


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Ummmm, no. I don't go blabbing this stuff around and in real life I'm very normal.

I can't stand new agers though some of the things they offer can be helpful. Like I can't stand death metal, though I've been playing it lately on rockband (I know, soooo 2010 but I don't care.) and they really do interesting stuff with syncopation and mixing up the beat, it's just disguised as all that bullshit RAWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRR nonsense that people tune it out before hearing what it musically has to offer. I got a 98% on the solo of Battery by Metallica on Medium setting, first try!

[¡Viva Morrissey!]

I've been playing it lately on rockband (I know, soooo 2010 but I don't care.)

I got a 98% on the solo of Battery by Metallica on Medium setting, first try!

Congratulations!

[billybu69]

So lately I've been reading about the Ghent Altarpeice, and I read about this technique that an Van Eyck used to communicate God's thought in a painting. Being odd and courting ghosts constantly, I have a feeling the spirit of Van Eyck took the photo of Morrissey for the Throwing My Arms Around Paris single. :p

http://www.themasterpiececards.com/Portals/40667/images//van%20eyck%20ghent%20mary-resized-600.jpg


So here's a section of the ENORMOUS Ghent Altarpiece, it's the panel classically referred to as The Annunciation where the angel Gabriel announces to Mary that she is going to birth the savior. The technique Van Eyck uses to communicates God's thought is to paint the thought upside down and in reverse so that it would be seen from the angle of where God is, in heaven and inside the picture plain. Imagine God is hanging out above Mary's head and behind her, the text is backwards and upsidedown to us the viewer, but to God it is pointing in the right direction and legible. So the text reads "Ecce ancilla domini" or "Behold the slave of the Lord." God is announcing that Mary, pictured to the right of the text, head tilted, accepting of her task on earth, is a very special person. She is essentially like God's secretary and by extension, God himself. Or herself. It gets theosophically complicated explaining that part, but in short she is a very special person.


http://bigpondmusic.com/images/AlbumCoverArt/268/XXL/Im-Throwing-My-Arms-Around-Paris.jpg


Okay, so here is the single cover to Paris. I could dig out dusty boring occult tomes going into detail about this, or I could use the knowledge disseminated to us in the more interesting way, through modern music. (That's a whole nuther panel on the Ghent Altarpiece. :D) So there is a band that wrote a song about building the Eiffel Tower located in Paris, ("oh alexander i see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics" anyone?) Another more interesting song they wrote contains the key that unlocks this little puzzle, This Monkey's Gone to Heaven.

If man is 5, and the devil is 6, then GOD IS 7.

Upside down and backwards hidden on the poster are eight letters that are white, (the rest are greenish, ignore those.)

OLL
OUR
RE

The second and third line can be translated very easily to "RE: Our" or "Regarding our". This first line is a bit more complicated. It's not LOL, or laughing out loud, it's backwards code (770) that God understands and is announcing.

Seven Seventy. Say it: "Seven Seven tee"
Seven is God, that's the first part, thank you Pixies. (:cool:)
Seven T.
STeven

The final message is "Regarding our Steven, he is God." Even the font used for the title mimics Van Eycks backwards fontwork. The arches in the Ghent are mirrored in the MLK poster and in the blue half arch behind Moz's head. The poster is the similar tones as the room Mary stands in, the literal shadow on the poster falls right where there is a break in the room with a column. His head is tilted perfectly. Both Mary and Moz's eyes are directly to the right of the text. It's pretty darn cool if you ask me. :p
Ludicrous, goes to Show if you look hard enough you can see whatever you want in anything.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7024/6743371311_1151d69fb6_z.jpg

So a month or so ago my dad had to remove my dashboard to get at something. He put all the things in my glove compartment into a box. I recently went to put all the stuff back and found this little hand in there my dad didn't bother to remove. I do these little cutouts, people and animals and stuff, put them on cards or give them to people, it's like paper dolls in a way. I think I had a cutout in my glove box from years ago of a person that fell apart from a school art project, this is a remnant of that cutout. To make a long story short, I opened the glovebox and found this little hand, I thought "Oh cute joke, God. Hand in Glovebox!" But yesterday at this party I went to I sat down in a bit of a trance and saw this keychain in a Master lock I had given my friend, a fellow Smiths fan, of Jesus with a button in the back that when you press it, a light shines out of his skirt. I said when I gave it to her "Look the sun shines out of his behind!" So bumping into these two things in one day was interesting, it's a song on God's mind maybe. I dunno. I do know that all of this collecting of stuff is just some blind leading the blind test of mastery by a bunch or bored Eli's, it's not helping my life, my real life, my real feeling that I am failing to contribute anything tangible and real to the world and I'm being swallowed up alive by a game of tests and hoops to jump through, and I ask that it please stop. Becasue I do not like where my mind wanders ala Inception, and those thoughts are very real. We can pretend all day that I will snap out of it, but maybe one time I won't and it'll be a Romeo and Juliet ending which would be fucking tragic.

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6743373339_e6d62d3423_z.jpg

[mauve21]

"Rock me Joe." Hey C.G. I love this type of religious painting. Oh the swoon. It's just so evocative. Mind you, I'm not religious. I am merely observing the artist's wonderful illustration of religious fervour.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6774648159_9ef1f10358_z.jpg

So the place I'm housesitting now has not one, not two, but THREE coffee makers. Coffee, or kefe, means "spirit" in greek, which is in indicator I'm juggling Thrice Greatness which is tiring and sometimes it's easiest just to tune it all out and not play. So if that answers any questions that nobody is asking in english or real life...

[cornelius blaze]

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7168/6774648159_9ef1f10358_z.jpg

So the place I'm housesitting now has not one, not two, but THREE coffee makers. Coffee, or kefe, means "spirit" in greek, which is in indicator I'm juggling Thrice Greatness which is tiring and sometimes it's easiest just to tune it all out and not play. So if that answers any questions that nobody is asking in english or real life...

http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyis41pAPy1r4oksvo1_500.jpg

[CrystalGeezer]

http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyis41pAPy1r4oksvo1_500.jpg

In a fit of pure boredom I was watching a bit of The Green Hornet movie with Seth Rogan yesterday when I had to pick something up at my moms. There was a scene where Cato makes coffee and he does that thing with the latte foam where you pour it in such a way with the espresso and draw it back with the spoon to look like a leaf? Mesmerizing.

[Urban the swede]

This reminds me of the barman in Stretford who served Guinness with the irish clover embedded in the foam from the last drops.

[CrystalGeezer]

This reminds me of the barman in Stretford who served Guinness with the irish clover embedded in the foam from the last drops.

That would be cool to see.

[Urban the swede]

That would be cool to see.

Sadly never had the camera available and I think it just happened once. He did it especially for me as we knew each other well and I suspect he didn't do it that often cause I was there a lot over the years.

It was really professionaly done as well and a lovely little surprise but he was of irish descent and a scandinavian choosing Guinness was always popular.

I would like to be able to do it myself even though I gave up alcohol altogether a year ago cause I risk cancer in the pancreas if I drink alcohol.

[CrystalGeezer]

Sadly never had the camera available and I think it just happened once. He did it especially for me as we knew each other well and I suspect he didn't do it that often cause I was there a lot over the years.

It was really professionaly done as well and a lovely little surprise but he was of irish descent and a scandinavian choosing Guinness was always popular.

Damn it Urban! ALWAYS carry a camera. :D

[Urban the swede]

Damn it Urban! ALWAYS carry a camera. :D

Had it been today I'd have had my mobile phone camera of course but back then I didn't use one and the camera was probably in the hotel room or upstairs in that pub cause I stayed there a few times as a guest.

[CrystalGeezer]

Patio is the same as the porch. The fountain is the singer who's flower-like life was taken not once, but twice from the porch-dwellers. This I have been told often.

http://www.enterprisemission.com/images/tower3.jpg

[CrystalGeezer]

If I (or maybe you) ever refer to something as being "rad," it's my subconscious refering to Radha (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radha), Krishna's consort who also accompanied him into battle in more ways than one. This is way we look to Los Angeles for the language we use. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

Philosopher's stone. 17th century engraving symb- olising the creation of the philosopher's stone, the ultimate goal of alchemy. A couple engage in sexual intercourse surrounded by nature. The Sun & Moon represent two alchemical essences. This image symbolises the ultimate harmony required to create the philosopher's stone. The philosopher's stone, also known as the elixir or alkahest, was supposedly the purest material, and was thought to have miraculous powers. It was believed that it could turn base metals into gold, heal the sick, restore youth, and even create life. Image drawn by Philipp Morgenstern in 1613 in Germany.

http://www.sciencephoto.com/image/362784/large/V2100010-Engraving_symbolising_the_philosopher_s_stone-SPL.jpg

A better picture I think:

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7068/6786713142_356ceb767f_z.jpg

[CrystalGeezer]

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7056/6795682800_cf3d585f06_z.jpg

Sorry. :(

[CrystalGeezer]

Of all the things that could impress me when establishing HAness, this does the most. :D Same position starting from the top row.

http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4450009726_49f70b9644.jpg

http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs365.snc3/23532_405700453427_354253683427_5057528_117555_n.j pg

[CrystalGeezer]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPz0jDQfPRA&feature=player_embedded

There's another thing I might love about this video. :tears:

[CrystalGeezer]

Getting back to symbolic stuff, this video reminds me of this classic Gnostic illustration:

http://www.satrakshita.com/images/gnosticism.jpg

[CrystalGeezer]

So I think the grime of the world slipped into my chaotic brain the last few days and tripped me up getting my dates confused and knowing my penchant for safety and convinced me not to "work" but I figured it out last minute and booted the hell out of them. :D

I realize that one could laugh as hard at this as I did at Lindsey's video but I don't give a fuck. :thumb:

[CrystalGeezer]

http://elcomercio.e3.pe/ima/0/0/0/9/5/95696.jpg

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7188/6844370042_93d07157d0_z.jpg

The staff he carries is the microphone (or the stand he often handles not pictured), on the end of the staff is a flag which looks like my infected tooth furled like the roots. Into Moz's staff a song has been sung, Bigmouth's Christ, Again.

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
when I said I'd like to smash every tooth
in your head
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
when I said by rights you should be
bludgeoned in your bed
and now I know how Joan of Arc felt
now I know how Joan of Arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her Walkman started to melt
Bigmouth, bigmouth
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
with the Human race
bigmouth, bigmouth
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
with the Human race
and now I know how Joan of Arc felt
now I know how Joan of Arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her hearing aid started to melt
Bigmouth, bigmouth
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
with the Human race


He knows how Joan of Arc felt because as the sun and air, clearly seen emanating from his left hand captured in light, he has lived in Joan's house of earth and water. He is masculine and feminine while maintaining his own identity (and sanity) in just the right combination. He is complete.

[Iona Mink]

http://elcomercio.e3.pe/ima/0/0/0/9/5/95696.jpg

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7188/6844370042_93d07157d0_z.jpg

The staff he carries is the microphone (or the stand he often handles not pictured), on the end of the staff is a flag which looks like my infected tooth furled like the roots. Into Moz's staff a song has been sung, Bigmouth's Christ, Again.

...

He knows how Joan of Arc felt because as the sun and air, clearly seen emanating from his left hand captured in light, he has lived in Joan's house of earth and water. He is masculine and feminine while maintaining his own identity (and sanity) in just the right combination. He is complete.

Just so I understand you are you saying the two pictures are the similar?

Wouldn't his fingers have to be bent, the microphone directed away from him and his knee be raised? What about the buxom lady in the background?

[CrystalGeezer]

Just so I understand you are you saying the two pictures are the similar?

Wouldn't his fingers have to be bent, the microphone directed away from him and his knee be raised? What about the buxom lady in the background?

Jesus. Give God a break, isn't it close enough? He's never been one for hyper realism. He's more metaphorical in his commincations with us dumdums down here.

[Iona Mink]

Jesus. Give God a break, isn't it close enough? He's never been one for hyper realism. He's more metaphorical in his commincations with us dumdums down here.

.O.k.

[CrystalGeezer]

Whassup Vishnu? Lakshmi got yer back? :p Lol. Love you.

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7186/6993427753_4f6c27e3a7_z.jpg

http://aspiretoyou.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Vishnu.jpg

[CrystalGeezer]

Yesterday I met up for dinner with a friend and we ate at this place called Firestone Grill. While she was putting money in her meter she asked me to listen for her food order to be called. She was ticket #100. :straightface: Then she came back and we discussed issues at her work. And earlier I had a black lab (as opposed to lecture?) jump off my back and catch a ball around 12:20. The dog's name was TYson. TY---> Thank You--->Merci--->say Morrissey real fast. The son part is self explanatory. My question is was it the real Morrissey, or one of the mainpage fakers I was trying to call out who don't answer my question. You can see why I'm suspicious and don't want to play, but NOBODY died. That's a goddam A+ if you ask me. ANd look, sign of completion in the reflection of the table, the circle with the dot in it, the sun.

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7054/7003604523_1a7b073a4b_z.jpg

[CrystalGeezer]

I remember what I was most likely doing exactly when it happened, I was driving through Santa Maria and listening to Pandora and Bowie's The Man Who Sold the World played and the harmonies get me every time so I worked but it felt extra strong. THat had to be the sync up, I got to CVS and called my mom at 12:20 I think? Then the lab thing happened to explain it to me?

Anyway, doesn't matter, but I was driving and working however many minutes before 12:20 that someone would be in Santa Maria, whoch would place it slightly before I think.

Ignore all this please. :p Crazy talk.

[CrystalGeezer]

I just entered the Acacia Tit seen at Bale Mountain and skipped past the SECOND fucking Black Keys song on the album BROTHERS in less than ten minutes. An Acacia Tree is one of those masonic temple signifiers, they are the people that threw the hay bales at the girl to stack, not you. I know you.

[CrystalGeezer]

In fact...if anyone is taking notes, there are game players that use Morrissey as a piece. The ROSE is another Masonic signifier of "temple" work, meditation. That might explain that dumdum who keeps being fixated on Morrissey being presented a rose at a concert. Not sure if he;s a game player or a puppet, but if he were a real game player I'd like to blow his mind and pay someone to heave a big ol' black and white column to Morrissey on stage. Lol, that would be fucking classic. :rofl: "Here Moz. I love you, Here's a piece of checkered linoleum floor to go along with those columns."


Awwwwwww, anyway. Irritating. I'm on cosmic flotsom great work duty I guess. Bleh. I need to get a fucking life.

[CrystalGeezer]

Okay, so setting aside the creepy idea that the Morrissey's WOrld people were hoping Moz would wear a Justin Bieber shirt to acknowledge their Joachim and Boaz bullshit, let's assume for a second that Morrissey-SOLO is Soloman's Temple and David is, well, King David. :straightface: Just cosmically. It's a funny art slipping into the past. ANYWAY, so he opens the forum to anonymous posters, it;s like he's inviting the dark into the inner hall so that this can happen in home territory:

http://houseofstmichaelthearchangel.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/archangel-michael-e1274322187974.jpg

It's a plausible theory considering that Solomon's Temple was built on Mount MORiah, this one is built on Mount MORrissey with his lovely :eek: and his lovely RIAH.

Something to think about.

[CrystalGeezer]

I don't like what I am seeing.

There is a new puppy at the house I am housesitting. The house, incidently, where I was staying when Morrissey wore the Fuck Solo shirt and kicked David out, effectively turning all my theories to shit and having me give up even trying for the most part, with that creepy vibe in every corner of the house that it's all bullshit.

The new puppy is named Garrett. What's not great about Garrett, right?

I have been left instructions to shock him, a 20 pound puppy, on level 4 of 6 levels if he so much as barks, enters the kitchen, accidently piddles in the house, NORMAL PUPPY BEHAVIOR. They signed an aggreement with the agency they adopted or fostered him from with 11 initialed and bulleted points to:


Never readopt him as he is not their property

Agree that he will never be left outdoors without supervision and not on a leash.

Agree that he is a companion animal to live inside the home and never outdoors.

Agree to care for the dog in a humane manner and supply him with adequate food, water, shelter and attention, etc..

Agree that if the CANNOT care for Garrett they will return him to the shelter within 72 hours.

That the understand the shelter is not responisible for damages done to their property.

That they give permission for the shelter to call and check up on Garrett's well being.

That should Garrett escape they will notify the shelter immediately.

That they will keep the shelter in the know of any address or phone changes.

That any adoption inquiries will be directed through the shelter and not privately.

And that the shelter has the right to rescind the adoption contract at any time should teh conditions be breached and that the shelter can collect the dog at any time.



And my job, as housesitter, is to sit here and SHOCK THE FUCK out of the dog. I did it ONCE. He jumped and yelped 2 feet in the air then pissed himself and quivered. I shocked myself on the level 4 setting and jumped off the ground. He is a puppy, a baby dog. What the fuck is this?

There is something completely wrong and sinister going on and I don't like it. And I feel compelled in this real situation to alert the shelter to these conditions, but the signs say Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[CrystalGeezer]

You're in the bottom of a pyramid, in the dark, calf-deep in water, a labrynth, you feel hopeless, everywhere is crocodiles waiting to bite you, you don't know how to get out. But you will and everything will be fine. Tests, tests, pointless tests. But you wrote the crib sheets.

You don't scare him croco...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHnxlhFkarY

[CrystalGeezer]

And, most importantly, you ar not alone.

Well hopefully you are technically alone, but not alone in the lonely scary world sense. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

Symbolic Problem Solving Equation.

http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5451/6951473940_92f2c6a7a5_z.jpg

So since two cats were introduced to the house, the birds have been safely located to the ceiling. Today it was hot so we turned on the air conditioning, but birds who are susceptible to drafts, need to be protected from breezes. I've closed the vent between them (Joan is the female on the left, Jerry the male on the right), but there is a leak creating a tiny breeze on Jerry.

Now let's assume for a second that Air Conditioning or AC is code for Aleister Crowley and his little orgy sex magic enterprise and all it entails. Wanna know more about it? Ask a Shreiner. :straightface: To make a long story short I think when the AC is turned on cosmically it creates minor mental meltdowns in certain birds because they lean towards cosmic safety and calmness. Papageno and Papagena to be exact.

Anyway, in order to protect Jerry from the AC I've put a towel that blocks the breeze. What happens though is that it cuts off Jerry's view from Joan, forcing him to call and call and call to her. At this moment he;s saying "Are you there?, Are you there? Are you there?" and every few times she says "I'm here." It;s not the same as Lazer Party when he sings like mad a loud trill, it;s just little chirps. But he's concerned because I had to create that barrier due to the AC.

Anyway, my two cents. Symbolic Therapy. That'll be $300 please. :p

[cornelius blaze]

http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k238/morrisseysolo/tumblr_m2o5sgqj7F1rpoh6go1_500.gif

[CrystalGeezer]

The Education of Little Bonsai Tree. :D

Morrissey isn't alone on stage. He has a cool band literally by his side, but he also has this lady:

http://www.tarot-cards-meanings-guide.com/image-files/major-arcana-21.jpg

She's generating the power that gives him his fancy hat.

Look:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=3TymSc8iH44

Incidently HSIN is an anagram of Shin which the hebrew letter on the fool card, but the fool can be wise and choose to dance with the world instead of stepping of ledges and getting bit by dogs. I suspect Morrissey is dancing.

And he looks so goddam gorgeous in this video, I can hardly contain myself. Fuck. :horny:

[CrystalGeezer]

My "art" if anyone cares is doing cutouts. I cut shapes out of paper and make scenes or objects to communicate a feeling or a mood.

Here's one of my bird Jerry:

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7238/6964473110_5acdd24549.jpg

It's a hobby. A lot of birthday and thank you cards have been cutouts. I usually give them away. I figured out how to do it when I was a kid in the 80s when I was low on crayons, I had the colored paper of the color I wanted, so I cut it using childs scissors into the shape I needed on whatever I was coloring. Then I would make scenes using cut paper. As I advanced my dad let me use his exacto knife then bought me my own. Now I can cut shapes in my sleep, I'm kind of a wizard with a knife. I don't even sketch the shapes I need, I just cut them out.

[CrystalGeezer]

I just ran across my first cutout. I was 10 when I made this. It reads: "The lady with the sheep and the friendly ants asked the rooster where the owner of the fruitstand might be. The rooster simply replied, "I don't know."

http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8143/6964514232_ae253cc8ab_c.jpg

I've been looking for a very long time too.

[CrystalGeezer]

Without going into details, this photograph from Namba last night:

http://instagr.am/p/KCmVnrCSea/media/?size=l

Contains elements of this old alchemical painting by Jehan Perreal, notably the blurred flower makes a wing on his right side, he wears a shroud on his lower half like the keeper of the secret or mystery tradition in the painting, and the stems of the Gerbera Daisies are reminisent to the element tree in the painting. And quite possibly at some stage in the show he wore his invisible crown:

http://www.repro-tableaux.com/kunst/jean_perreal/alchemist_talking_nature_hi.jpg

Taschen has an interesting caption to this photo, which incidently is the cover to their book on Mysticism, it reads:

"Nature advises the "aimlessly wandering alchemist" to leave their narrow circle of mechanical laboratory chymistry: "you will never attain knowledge of anything if you come not to my forge." This forge is the tree that grows from the three roots Mineralia, Vegatativa and Sensitiva. Here, the earthly germ of all metals, animals and plants is separated by lengthy cooking into the four elements, and sublimated into the uppermost blossom of the elixer or the "vegetable gold."

Vegetable Gold is Morrissey and everything he writes. HE has written the blueprint for mother nature's alchemy, he has the keys to open the doors to have your work synthesize with Mother Nature. SHE gave them to him and rearranged them in his head. This is why he should wear a helmet at all times and only live in padded rooms and only have God drive his cars. :D

In reality I don't care about this crap. I'm just bored out of my mind and picked this up at Costco while having pizza with my mom. :straightface: Also there's some awesome Summer/Apollo/Sun alchemy linking Rank's version of Rusholme Ruffians to the Breeders Saints. I just want him to be safe and don't want to do grad school alchemy though. :(

[CrystalGeezer]

I saw a funny sign today.

First off, this morning, I ate something that said MONSTER on the wrapper. And you know how you are what you eat? Well that made me the monster today. And while I was cleaning? The lady who owned the house said she hadn't bought a vaccuum yet and I SAID "THIS TIME MAYBE YOU CAN GET ONE THAT ACTUALLY DOES SHAG." :mad:

You fuckers are going down.

[CrystalGeezer]

The sad and patient plight of a baby HA trying to figure out what kind of food to eat. :tears:

Effing frustrating I bet. I thought I was supposed to go lez but nothing made sense. I couldn't even kiss a girl I was so confused.

I'm drunkposting!!!!!!!! THE ONLY PEENER I HAVE IS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll shut up and go watch television instead. :D

[cornelius blaze]

I couldn't even kiss a girl I was so confused.

http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m32ideim6F1qd0nh7o1_500.gif

[CrystalGeezer]

I'd switched from newspaper to paper towels on the bottom of Jerry's cage because I was tired of him dropping me little messages. :o I just wanted him to be a bird and not a great little worker. Well, the last few days my mom has cleaned his cage and switched him back to newspapers. He just dropped this out of his cage when I was posting all those animal pics earlier. P is code for cali. PROD is drop or code for jaw dropping. RUTE is "true". I don't know if the MOM on the other side is WOW or mom, the apple 2 could be in reference to a number of things. Bleh. Or maybe all these letters recombine into something more interesting on your side, but Jerry's a genius at clipping articles from papers. Or I'm just crazy.

http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8011/7154551526_c7457ba203.jpg

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7273/7154549482_9fa9058fb2.jpg

One time I put a piece of wheat bread in his cage and he carved a perfect heart. I sent it to Morrissey when his manager was the guy who runs Ticketmaster. I doubt he ever got it. Jerry's little sculpture. :o

[CrystalGeezer]

http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5240/7175074702_5fee7748ca_z.jpg

Borrowing the identities of dieties is like stealing, sifting through shit to deduce greatness is like lying. Interpreting crowns and wings and miracles cast from light is the interpreting the devil's paintbrush. Learning all this shit for years to be able to detect it's greatness for you does not STINK. It's what you've been asking for, recognition that you are different, that you are divine, that you are in the presence of divine forces and that you are not alone.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMWxsJW2IDc

Mary Magdalene is the eternal weeper and apologist NOT because she is remorseful for her sins as history has dictated, but because she is mirroring the other men at the table who put her and Jesus through being the portal for their attainment of enlightenment for so long, imprisoning the freedom of their very savior(s), at times turning them against one another even. She is tired of hearing that they are sorry for what they have done. Not just Judas, all the men at the table. This song is sung to them. What Difference Does it Make only stinks because it's Mary's snit. Jesus makes up for it with flowers and a back rub I'm sure.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqOF-SpUGlU&feature=player_embedded

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7103/7192420916_67d48524e6_z.jpg

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7214/7192421168_e856cbfdb3_z.jpg

Morrissey is Mali.

[CrystalGeezer]

Morrissey in MAniLA if you want to get technical. Anyway, all of Morrissey's movements on stage are very Ganesh (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha)-like, tusks and ears and lumbering about. Considering the literal words he's singing about wanting to be taken out, Mali clearly isn't very happy about his current habitat if Moz is indeed channeling Mali. Or would at least like a fellow elephant friend to hang out with maybe.

[lindsey1151]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqOF-SpUGlU&feature=player_embedded

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7103/7192420916_67d48524e6_z.jpg

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7214/7192421168_e856cbfdb3_z.jpg

Morrissey is Mali.
:eek:

[CrystalGeezer]

:eek:

This, my friend, is why Morrissey is different. Not because he is famous or a diva or reminds us of our 80s youth, but because he is very cosmically in tune and as a result, quite sensitive to stuff I doubt he even has a grasp of understanding why.

[CrystalGeezer]

This always makes me lol. :D

http://www.herbsandheirlooms.com/egyptian/openwing.jpg

http://www.eventinventory.com/EIBOVenueMap.cfm?eid=481&vid=475

[CrystalGeezer]

Soooooo, if scarab beetle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarab_(artifact))amulets were distributed during the reign of Amenhotep III as a form of newspaper to communicate the goings-on of his kingdom, it's not unlikely that in his afterlife, in which we're currently living, the tradition of the beetle as communication device is still in effect.

So keeping in mind that a rather popular solar eclipse just happened, it's interesting to note this Beatle song, a type of tiny time machine detailing Amenhotep's prophecy skillz in a way:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yobA-zDpa8

If the sun and moon are on the phone with each other in a way eclipsing and the singer is talking to Tuesday (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuesday), (Tuesday is Mars or Tyr or the God of War) about this girl who dances...who is the singer? Amenhotep III?

I dunno. I'm just trying to entertain Oscar. :D It's sooooooooooo boring in jail. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

I realize that all this may be interesting to a handful of people but probably none, that it's possible I have the keys that has cracked quite an amazing code or more likely that I am just manic and ridiculous, and that MAYBE at least I have been mildly entertaining to be around as I swim through a sea of weird connection and mystery...but at the end of the day and literally this day because I don't want to do this anymore, I am a dolphin flopping around on the parking lot while scientists with clipboards watch. That makes more sense if you've read The Onion. :p

[CrystalGeezer]

Morrissey has a SHIT TON of coastal San Diego signs. :eek: No wonder this place is special to him, God's been lining this area up for awhile.

[Anonymous]

this reminded me of your posts in the nails thread about rings and eclipses and stuff. I also thought you'd be more likely to see it here. sorry to derail your thread :/

http://i958.photobucket.com/albums/ae70/niftyfreestuff/tumblr_m4e2dbToAx1qziwqvo1_1280.jpg

a man in Japan used the solar eclipse to propose to his girlfriend.

also, for what it's worth (which isn't much), I think this is really interesting stuff, what you're saying. I don't understand it most of the time, but I think it's cool how you know all this stuff and connect it and everything.

[CrystalGeezer]

Thanks. Sweet picture. Turns out I'm more than likely a manic psychizophrenic, so the answer to how I arrive at these conclusions probably has something to do with that.

[CrystalGeezer]

I think it's interesting that if Morrissey is the quiet cosmically-chosen spokesperson for the mystery tradition that it takes unconventional forms in regards to location. For instance, I kind of suspected that in the east there would've been more hints towards the Buddha Amitabha or some of the Hindu deities when from what I could tell from the YouTube clips it was a whole lotta Ra and Egyptian stuff. Kind of like noticing the canvas whereas the different Gods that God has created to be his actor are like the paint. But in San Diego it was a whole lot of Mary which DOES fit the location.

I dunno. I do know it's retarded that I'm not at the shows. So many details are lost in random YouTube clips I could use to show the mysteries. I don't know if I'm the Ouigi Board or the friend, but it's more difficult to work for you without the raw data. Bleh. I guess nobody gives a shit anyway, but it is cool stuff. To ignore these details is like erasing God's voicemails without hearing them.

[juno]

Thanks. Sweet picture. Turns out I'm more than likely a manic psychizophrenic, so the answer to how I arrive at these conclusions probably has something to do with that.

Just quoting this for posterity.

[Iona Mink]

Morrissey has a SHIT TON of coastal San Diego signs. :eek: No wonder this place is special to him, God's been lining this area up for awhile.

For what reason? What resulted from these preparations?

[CrystalGeezer]

Just quoting this for posterity.

Seeya next Tuesday!

[juno]

Seeya next Tuesday!

I'll be home then. I did see you this tuesday though, at the end of the queue

[CrystalGeezer]

I'll be home then. I did see you this tuesday though, at the end of the queue

Did I disgust you.

[CrystalGeezer]

I had the most bizarre black cloud experience in the pit last night that I will write about when I switch to a computer with a functioning keyboard. BIZARRE!!! Morrissey HAS to be my ghost.

[lindsey1151]

I had the most bizarre black cloud experience in the pit last night that I will write about when I switch to a computer with a functioning keyboard. BIZARRE!!! Morrissey HAS to be my ghost.
:eek:

[CrystalGeezer]

:eek:

You're into eek a lot lately, Linds. :D I thought of you last night because I also had an extended conversation with someone I suspected was Autistic before the show.

[CrystalGeezer]

Okaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy...so this is almost impossible to talk about without sounding crazy (stfu Juno) or oddly insensitive, but first let me establish my version of what a black cloud is.

To me, a black cloud is like being in the presence of a spirit that is trying to get your attention while being in the presence of another human. The spirit will do anomalous things to GET your attention so that you'll follow the spirit's train of thought because it;s trying to communicate something to you. Sometimes the spirit is God. Sometimes it is the devil. And sometimes it is your safe place, to me it is my HA or hermetic androgyne that I have deduced to be Morrissey. So people will kind of not talk to you so much, but talk AT you. It's weird. There's a blank look in their face and you have to piece together using very subtle clues who it is you're actually talking to. When I hear Everyday Is Like Sunday, the "silent and grey" part is the black cloud, like talking to "greys" or the "aliens" who are trying to help you in whatever quest you're on or whatever. So you can squeeze them out and ignore them but there's nothing you can do to make the spirit yours because it floats around in many bodies. To me, the source of one of the three spirits I read is Morrissey, so in that way he's a bit of a Godsend to me because I don't have to read him, he's not a vessel that the spirit floats in and out of and he is unaware of it, he's the source of the spirit I've quietly been aware of forever, even as a child.

Okay. So in a nutshell "reading" Morrissey is not like I can read his mind, exactly. It's more like I can read basic inquiries and sense general frustrations. I can't say "Oh Morrissey's eating toast this morning." But I can read "Morrissey is eating." or "Morrissey is sleeping." or "Morrissey is looking for something." Or "Morrissey has a general concern about safety." I don't know what issue is safe or not safe, but I sense when he is uneasy. I know when he is agitated, when he wants to go to bed, when he is laughing or crying. Because the people and animals around me reflect him, they are his mirror, it's very Nico. I read his mirror.

So Occam's Razor tells me that all of this is unlikely and I am still willing to accept this.

But this interesting thing happened in the pit last night that is a bit like my black cloud and his (possible) black cloud overlapped and we sort of existed in this weird reality warp where he and my the person acting as my mirror of him were inches away from each other and it was so strange to read. :p I was just irritated while it was happening, like always, (I am losing patience with the system I've learned to perfect,) but while I drove home and thought about it, it kind of blew my mind.

So on the way up to Bakersfield, my friend kept texting me where I was, to know if I had made it yet. He texted me multiple times. I got to Bakersfield around 6:30 and struck up a conversation with an Austistic Jehovah's Witness who told me a rather scandalous story about how not one of the elders, but a member of his church put his hands in his pants and he told the police and they wrote up a police report. He just randomly confessed this to me, (I didn't know yet the concert wasn;t even close to selling out so I was looking for a scalper and started up this conversation with this man standing on the street corner waiting for a red car to pick him up who just starts randomly confessing things to me. I offered to use my cellphone to call his ride but he showed me he had a phone and just wanted to wait. That's an example of a general emotion, he "just wants to wait, not ready to call.") So the point of the police report thing and what he kept asking me over and over was "Do you think I'll have to go to court?" He didn;t want to go to court. Now from the perspective of this Austistic kid he thought if you go to court, you are in trouble, so I spent the good part of 10 minutes comforting him that he did the right thing and he is not in any trouble and that I don't know the circumstances, but I doubt he would have to go to court, BUT IF HE DID, he was not in trouble, he did the right thing to tell on the bad man, etc, etc.. This pleased him.

So later on inside the venue I stand next to this British kid who spent most of the first half of the concert texting somebody. He was yelling over his shoulder for someone named Jackie, then he kept texting her. "Where are you." is the nature of the last text's I got, so that stuck in my mind. So I'd think LEFT and JESSE and WEST trying to help. So you know how sometimes you're at work or you're driving down the street and you're singing a song and you're just going through the motions but in your head you're thinking other stuff? It's like, Morrissey was singing, but he was thinking "Where are you?" because that's all I'm seeing this guy do. THEN, Morrissey would walk over to our side of the stage and start singing and texter would stop texting and literally sing back at Morrissey with all the emotion of being in a melodrama, hand on chest, emotive face, he stopped searching, walked over and sang. Then Morrissey would walk over to Boz's side of the stage (Because I think he's really, really shy.) and look in the direction of where we stood and I am NOT SHITTING YOU, this dude would stop and look directly at my face and stare at me. This happened repeatedly. It was so weird. :o Anyway, strange black cloud. Either that or I am batshit crazy, which I'm fine with, it's better than being dull I guess.

And if anyone's wondering what kind of person I perceive Morrissey to be based on reading my greys, he is gentle and committed and lovely and has low self esteem and funny and apologetic and sometimes confused and he likes to keep order and things organized and he gets crabby when he's sleepy.

[juno]

Thanks. Sweet picture. Turns out I'm more than likely a manic psychizophrenic, so the answer to how I arrive at these conclusions probably has something to do with that.

Yes we know.



Okaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy...so this is almost impossible to talk about without sounding crazy (stfu Juno) or oddly insensitive, but first let me establish my version of what a black cloud is.

To me, a black cloud is like being in the presence of a spirit that is trying to get your attention while being in the presence of another human. The spirit will do anomalous things to GET your attention so that you'll follow the spirit's train of thought because it;s trying to communicate something to you. Sometimes the spirit is God. Sometimes it is the devil. And sometimes it is your safe place, to me it is my HA or hermetic androgyne that I have deduced to be Morrissey. So people will kind of not talk to you so much, but talk AT you. It's weird. There's a blank look in their face and you have to piece together using very subtle clues who it is you're actually talking to. When I hear Everyday Is Like Sunday, the "silent and grey" part is the black cloud, like talking to "greys" or the "aliens" who are trying to help you in whatever quest you're on or whatever. So you can squeeze them out and ignore them but there's nothing you can do to make the spirit yours because it floats around in many bodies. To me, the source of one of the three spirits I read is Morrissey, so in that way he's a bit of a Godsend to me because I don't have to read him, he's not a vessel that the spirit floats in and out of and he is unaware of it, he's the source of the spirit I've quietly been aware of forever, even as a child.

Okay. So in a nutshell "reading" Morrissey is not like I can read his mind, exactly. It's more like I can read basic inquiries and sense general frustrations. I can't say "Oh Morrissey's eating toast this morning." But I can read "Morrissey is eating." or "Morrissey is sleeping." or "Morrissey is looking for something." Or "Morrissey has a general concern about safety." I don't know what issue is safe or not safe, but I sense when he is uneasy. I know when he is agitated, when he wants to go to bed, when he is laughing or crying. Because the people and animals around me reflect him, they are his mirror, it's very Nico. I read his mirror.

So Occam's Razor tells me that all of this is unlikely and I am still willing to accept this.

But this interesting thing happened in the pit last night that is a bit like my black cloud and his (possible) black cloud overlapped and we sort of existed in this weird reality warp where he and my the person acting as my mirror of him were inches away from each other and it was so strange to read. :p I was just irritated while it was happening, like always, (I am losing patience with the system I've learned to perfect,) but while I drove home and thought about it, it kind of blew my mind.

So on the way up to Bakersfield, my friend kept texting me where I was, to know if I had made it yet. He texted me multiple times. I got to Bakersfield around 6:30 and struck up a conversation with an Austistic Jehovah's Witness who told me a rather scandalous story about how not one of the elders, but a member of his church put his hands in his pants and he told the police and they wrote up a police report. He just randomly confessed this to me, (I didn't know yet the concert wasn;t even close to selling out so I was looking for a scalper and started up this conversation with this man standing on the street corner waiting for a red car to pick him up who just starts randomly confessing things to me. I offered to use my cellphone to call his ride but he showed me he had a phone and just wanted to wait. That's an example of a general emotion, he "just wants to wait, not ready to call.") So the point of the police report thing and what he kept asking me over and over was "Do you think I'll have to go to court?" He didn;t want to go to court. Now from the perspective of this Austistic kid he thought if you go to court, you are in trouble, so I spent the good part of 10 minutes comforting him that he did the right thing and he is not in any trouble and that I don't know the circumstances, but I doubt he would have to go to court, BUT IF HE DID, he was not in trouble, he did the right thing to tell on the bad man, etc, etc.. This pleased him.

So later on inside the venue I stand next to this British kid who spent most of the first half of the concert texting somebody. He was yelling over his shoulder for someone named Jackie, then he kept texting her. "Where are you." is the nature of the last text's I got, so that stuck in my mind. So I'd think LEFT and JESSE and WEST trying to help. So you know how sometimes you're at work or you're driving down the street and you're singing a song and you're just going through the motions but in your head you're thinking other stuff? It's like, Morrissey was singing, but he was thinking "Where are you?" because that's all I'm seeing this guy do. THEN, Morrissey would walk over to our side of the stage and start singing and texter would stop texting and literally sing back at Morrissey with all the emotion of being in a melodrama, hand on chest, emotive face, he stopped searching, walked over and sang. Then Morrissey would walk over to Boz's side of the stage (Because I think he's really, really shy.) and look in the direction of where we stood and I am NOT SHITTING YOU, this dude would stop and look directly at my face and stare at me. This happened repeatedly. It was so weird. :o Anyway, strange black cloud. Either that or I am batshit crazy, which I'm fine with, it's better than being dull I guess.

And if anyone's wondering what kind of person I perceive Morrissey to be based on reading my greys, he is gentle and committed and lovely and has low self esteem and funny and apologetic and sometimes confused and he likes to keep order and things organized and he gets crabby when he's sleepy.

[nothappynotsad]

Yes we know.

We also know you're a giant cavernous cunt.

[CrystalGeezer]

We also know you're a giant cavernous cunt.

Spelunking! :sick:

[Anonymous]

Okaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy...so this is almost impossible to talk about without sounding crazy (stfu Juno) or oddly insensitive, but first let me establish my version of what a black cloud is.

To me, a black cloud is like being in the presence of a spirit that is trying to get your attention while being in the presence of another human. The spirit will do anomalous things to GET your attention so that you'll follow the spirit's train of thought because it;s trying to communicate something to you. Sometimes the spirit is God. Sometimes it is the devil. And sometimes it is your safe place, to me it is my HA or hermetic androgyne that I have deduced to be Morrissey. So people will kind of not talk to you so much, but talk AT you. It's weird. There's a blank look in their face and you have to piece together using very subtle clues who it is you're actually talking to. When I hear Everyday Is Like Sunday, the "silent and grey" part is the black cloud, like talking to "greys" or the "aliens" who are trying to help you in whatever quest you're on or whatever. So you can squeeze them out and ignore them but there's nothing you can do to make the spirit yours because it floats around in many bodies. To me, the source of one of the three spirits I read is Morrissey, so in that way he's a bit of a Godsend to me because I don't have to read him, he's not a vessel that the spirit floats in and out of and he is unaware of it, he's the source of the spirit I've quietly been aware of forever, even as a child.

Okay. So in a nutshell "reading" Morrissey is not like I can read his mind, exactly. It's more like I can read basic inquiries and sense general frustrations. I can't say "Oh Morrissey's eating toast this morning." But I can read "Morrissey is eating." or "Morrissey is sleeping." or "Morrissey is looking for something." Or "Morrissey has a general concern about safety." I don't know what issue is safe or not safe, but I sense when he is uneasy. I know when he is agitated, when he wants to go to bed, when he is laughing or crying. Because the people and animals around me reflect him, they are his mirror, it's very Nico. I read his mirror.

So Occam's Razor tells me that all of this is unlikely and I am still willing to accept this.

But this interesting thing happened in the pit last night that is a bit like my black cloud and his (possible) black cloud overlapped and we sort of existed in this weird reality warp where he and my the person acting as my mirror of him were inches away from each other and it was so strange to read. :p I was just irritated while it was happening, like always, (I am losing patience with the system I've learned to perfect,) but while I drove home and thought about it, it kind of blew my mind.

So on the way up to Bakersfield, my friend kept texting me where I was, to know if I had made it yet. He texted me multiple times. I got to Bakersfield around 6:30 and struck up a conversation with an Austistic Jehovah's Witness who told me a rather scandalous story about how not one of the elders, but a member of his church put his hands in his pants and he told the police and they wrote up a police report. He just randomly confessed this to me, (I didn't know yet the concert wasn;t even close to selling out so I was looking for a scalper and started up this conversation with this man standing on the street corner waiting for a red car to pick him up who just starts randomly confessing things to me. I offered to use my cellphone to call his ride but he showed me he had a phone and just wanted to wait. That's an example of a general emotion, he "just wants to wait, not ready to call.") So the point of the police report thing and what he kept asking me over and over was "Do you think I'll have to go to court?" He didn;t want to go to court. Now from the perspective of this Austistic kid he thought if you go to court, you are in trouble, so I spent the good part of 10 minutes comforting him that he did the right thing and he is not in any trouble and that I don't know the circumstances, but I doubt he would have to go to court, BUT IF HE DID, he was not in trouble, he did the right thing to tell on the bad man, etc, etc.. This pleased him.

So later on inside the venue I stand next to this British kid who spent most of the first half of the concert texting somebody. He was yelling over his shoulder for someone named Jackie, then he kept texting her. "Where are you." is the nature of the last text's I got, so that stuck in my mind. So I'd think LEFT and JESSE and WEST trying to help. So you know how sometimes you're at work or you're driving down the street and you're singing a song and you're just going through the motions but in your head you're thinking other stuff? It's like, Morrissey was singing, but he was thinking "Where are you?" because that's all I'm seeing this guy do. THEN, Morrissey would walk over to our side of the stage and start singing and texter would stop texting and literally sing back at Morrissey with all the emotion of being in a melodrama, hand on chest, emotive face, he stopped searching, walked over and sang. Then Morrissey would walk over to Boz's side of the stage (Because I think he's really, really shy.) and look in the direction of where we stood and I am NOT SHITTING YOU, this dude would stop and look directly at my face and stare at me. This happened repeatedly. It was so weird. :o Anyway, strange black cloud. Either that or I am batshit crazy, which I'm fine with, it's better than being dull I guess.

And if anyone's wondering what kind of person I perceive Morrissey to be based on reading my greys, he is gentle and committed and lovely and has low self esteem and funny and apologetic and sometimes confused and he likes to keep order and things organized and he gets crabby when he's sleepy.

you're batshit crazy, please see a shrink for your own good. Take this as a "black cloud" from Morrissey. Not trying to be mean, just concerned

[CrystalGeezer]

An architect friend of mine has asked that I drive from Glendora to Westwood on Saturday to watch his two dogs for a couple of hours ($20 maybe?) because his ex wife is having some kind of "girl party" and he's going to be racing his yacht and they need to be walked. :straightface: The old Crystalgeezer would do it because there might be some awesome signs, the dog's name is Kolos ffs. But the current Crystalgeezer doesn't give a shit really. It's not that I've succumbed to the idea that I'm batshit crazy as the above poster eloquently and BRAVELY mentioned. It's because I don't give a shit.

[Anonymous]

It's not that I've succumbed to the idea that I'm batshit crazy as the above poster eloquently and BRAVELY mentioned. It's because I don't give a shit.

You're doing it again! You keep on claiming, over and over, to be "crazy", and then you criticise anybody who dismisses your pretentious gibberish on the grounds that it's the product of "craziness". You can't have it both ways.

[CrystalGeezer]

You're doing it again! You keep on claiming, over and over, to be "crazy", and then you criticise anybody who dismisses your pretentious gibberish on the grounds that it's the product of "craziness". You can't have it both ways.

Log in, you fucking pussy.

[CrystalGeezer]

You're doing it again! You keep on claiming, over and over, to be "crazy", and then you criticise anybody who dismisses your pretentious gibberish on the grounds that it's the product of "craziness". You can't have it both ways.

I was at work mopping floors when I saw this and have since given it some thought beyond calling you a pussy. Which you are.

I am not traditionally crazy. I do not rock back and forth chanting Morrissey's name or even obsess about him so much beyond the context of always kind of listening to the subtext of every conversation that I believe he seems to be involved in. Listen to Ouigi Board once to gt a feel for what I mean. One could say that act in itself is crazy, listening to a "secret" language, and I wouldn;t fault anyone for pointing out that that's a little nuts. But I like to think of it more like I am thinking outside of the box, not exactly crazy. I have a life, I have friends and family that I love. I have pets. I drive a car and do odd jobs and design wedding invitations and paint things on commission and help people organize their houses. I listen to lots of music and love baseball and drag racing and reading books and watching movies and going to restaurants and having a beer with a pal and lots of normal stuff. So I am not traditionally crazy, I don't hear voices or have irrational fears beyond certain cosmic theories I entertain, but they don't rule my life. So I try to exercise everything, every thought with a certain degree of moderation, even the "crazy" ones like that Morrissey and I are a hermetic androgyne. Does listening to Morrissey make me happy? Yes, there's something about his voice that sets my mind at ease. I sense that he is looking for something I might have the answer to. I sense that as sweet as the platitudes delivered to him on stage about how brave he is and voice for animals and all that is, at the end of the day, NOT what he is looking for, that he walks off stage feeling empty. Stuck racing, racing racing from city to city waiting for the epiphany that he is denied because greater dark forces are at work. So I keep on keeping on here, rambling on about ghosts and green language and light and blah. I find that, and this is addressing the logical conundrum you seem to be using to dismiss me, at the end of MY day being Crystal Geezer, it is easiest to say "I'm crazy." It;s just like Morrissey saying "I'm miserable." He isn't really, it;s just easier to say that. But if you met me, you;d know in two seconds that I am as sane as the day is long, and kinda fun to be around. I can shelve the cryptic shit faster than than you can log in anonymously, but I it's always there. But I am not crazy.

Now if you want me to BE crazy, if that helps YOUR argument, I offer you this:

You are a pussy for logging in anonymously and it frustrates me. You know what I do with my puss every night? I beat the shit out of it. It has a hood too. Just sayin'. :cool:

[juno]

Thanks. Sweet picture. Turns out I'm more than likely a manic psychizophrenic, so the answer to how I arrive at these conclusions probably has something to do with that.

Your explanation might have been more sympathetic if it weren't oozing with seething jealousy.


I was at work mopping floors when I saw this and have since given it some thought beyond calling you a pussy. Which you are.

I am not traditionally crazy. I do not rock back and forth chanting Morrissey's name or even obsess about him so much beyond the context of always kind of listening to the subtext of every conversation that I believe he seems to be involved in. Listen to Ouigi Board once to gt a feel for what I mean. One could say that act in itself is crazy, listening to a "secret" language, and I wouldn;t fault anyone for pointing out that that's a little nuts. But I like to think of it more like I am thinking outside of the box, not exactly crazy. I have a life, I have friends and family that I love. I have pets. I drive a car and do odd jobs and design wedding invitations and paint things on commission and help people organize their houses. I listen to lots of music and love baseball and drag racing and reading books and watching movies and going to restaurants and having a beer with a pal and lots of normal stuff. So I am not traditionally crazy, I don't hear voices or have irrational fears beyond certain cosmic theories I entertain, but they don't rule my life. So I try to exercise everything, every thought with a certain degree of moderation, even the "crazy" ones like that Morrissey and I are a hermetic androgyne. Does listening to Morrissey make me happy? Yes, there's something about his voice that sets my mind at ease. I sense that he is looking for something I might have the answer to. I sense that as sweet as the platitudes delivered to him on stage about how brave he is and voice for animals and all that is, at the end of the day, NOT what he is looking for, that he walks off stage feeling empty. Stuck racing, racing racing from city to city waiting for the epiphany that he is denied because greater dark forces are at work. So I keep on keeping on here, rambling on about ghosts and green language and light and blah. I find that, and this is addressing the logical conundrum you seem to be using to dismiss me, at the end of MY day being Crystal Geezer, it is easiest to say "I'm crazy." It;s just like Morrissey saying "I'm miserable." He isn't really, it;s just easier to say that. But if you met me, you;d know in two seconds that I am as sane as the day is long, and kinda fun to be around. I can shelve the cryptic shit faster than than you can log in anonymously, but I it's always there. But I am not crazy.

Now if you want me to BE crazy, if that helps YOUR argument, I offer you this:

You are a pussy for logging in anonymously and it frustrates me. You know what I do with my puss every night? I beat the shit out of it. It has a hood too. Just sayin'. :cool:

[nothappynotsad]

Your explanation might have been more sympathetic if it weren't oozing with seething jealousy.

Like your crotch?

[nothappynotsad]

You are a pussy for logging in anonymously and it frustrates me. You know what I do with my puss every night? I beat the shit out of it. It has a hood too. Just sayin'. :cool:

13474

[CrystalGeezer]

Your explanation might have been more sympathetic if it weren't oozing with seething jealousy.

What exactly am I jealous of? :confused:

[CrystalGeezer]

13474

:rofl:

[Anonymous]

I was at work mopping floors when I saw this and have since given it some thought beyond calling you a pussy. Which you are.

I am not traditionally crazy. I do not rock back and forth chanting Morrissey's name or even obsess about him so much beyond the context of always kind of listening to the subtext of every conversation that I believe he seems to be involved in. Listen to Ouigi Board once to gt a feel for what I mean. One could say that act in itself is crazy, listening to a "secret" language, and I wouldn;t fault anyone for pointing out that that's a little nuts. But I like to think of it more like I am thinking outside of the box, not exactly crazy. I have a life, I have friends and family that I love. I have pets. I drive a car and do odd jobs and design wedding invitations and paint things on commission and help people organize their houses. I listen to lots of music and love baseball and drag racing and reading books and watching movies and going to restaurants and having a beer with a pal and lots of normal stuff. So I am not traditionally crazy, I don't hear voices or have irrational fears beyond certain cosmic theories I entertain, but they don't rule my life. So I try to exercise everything, every thought with a certain degree of moderation, even the "crazy" ones like that Morrissey and I are a hermetic androgyne. Does listening to Morrissey make me happy? Yes, there's something about his voice that sets my mind at ease. I sense that he is looking for something I might have the answer to. I sense that as sweet as the platitudes delivered to him on stage about how brave he is and voice for animals and all that is, at the end of the day, NOT what he is looking for, that he walks off stage feeling empty. Stuck racing, racing racing from city to city waiting for the epiphany that he is denied because greater dark forces are at work. So I keep on keeping on here, rambling on about ghosts and green language and light and blah. I find that, and this is addressing the logical conundrum you seem to be using to dismiss me, at the end of MY day being Crystal Geezer, it is easiest to say "I'm crazy." It;s just like Morrissey saying "I'm miserable." He isn't really, it;s just easier to say that. But if you met me, you;d know in two seconds that I am as sane as the day is long, and kinda fun to be around. I can shelve the cryptic shit faster than than you can log in anonymously, but I it's always there. But I am not crazy.

Now if you want me to BE crazy, if that helps YOUR argument, I offer you this:

You are a pussy for logging in anonymously and it frustrates me. You know what I do with my puss every night? I beat the shit out of it. It has a hood too. Just sayin'. :cool:

I couldn't care less whether you're actually "crazy" or not. I'm sure that in the real world, you're as good and as intelligent and as rational as the next person. The point is that you've spent years on a message board deliberately (and inexplicably) cultivating an online image of eccentricity, explaining it by saying "I'm crazy" - ordinarily without qualification. Since you've contrived to have that reputation for being "crazy", you can't reasonably bleat about the fact that people treat you, and the things that you say, accordingly.

[CrystalGeezer]

I couldn't care less whether you're actually "crazy" or not. I'm sure that in the real world, you're as good and as intelligent and as rational as the next person. The point is that you've spent years on a message board deliberately (and inexplicably) cultivating an online image of eccentricity, explaining it by saying "I'm crazy" - ordinarily without qualification. Since you've contrived to have that reputation for being "crazy", you can't reasonably bleat about the fact that people treat you, and the things that you say, accordingly.

Fair point.

[CrystalGeezer]

I suspect maybe Morrissey and I fight similar battles. I snapped this today, my employer set it up. She was cleaning the carpet in one room, I was dusting and vacuuming the other. Sometimes little great clues just fall into place, this is a little moment where innocence is put into peril. It could be the innocence of a child, innoncence of the self, innocence of a ghost, innocence of a defenseless animal. There's been this conversation the last few days I've dipped into about a magic carpet ride that happened years ago, not sure how many years. Look at the little chair stuck on the ride. :(

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7242/7305321692_40803c8e66_z.jpg

I don't expect anyone here to get it, but I'm putting it out there, like making my band where sloganed shirts, this is my art, my found scene.

[123xyz]

I couldn't care less whether you're actually "crazy" or not. I'm sure that in the real world, you're as good and as intelligent and as rational as the next person. The point is that you've spent years on a message board deliberately (and inexplicably) cultivating an online image of eccentricity, explaining it by saying "I'm crazy" - ordinarily without qualification. Since you've contrived to have that reputation for being "crazy", you can't reasonably bleat about the fact that people treat you, and the things that you say, accordingly.



I don't understand your insistence on "pure" craziness. Doesn't it seem a false dichotomy i.e. floridly psychotic or wholly "straight" ? Does she have a DSM diagnosis ? I don't know .
Is CG currently in remission or, maybe, currently only exhibiting the negative symptoms of a certain disorder ? I don't know.

Maybe it's "merely" a cluster A disorder ? I don't know . Does that warrant the term "crazy" ? I don't know. How crazy is "crazy" ?

Maybe CG is pre-emptively appropriating the term "crazy" in the same way that an African - American might the term "nigger" i.e. using satire to dismiss the insult before it can even be used ?

As for "pretentious gibberish" , how ? Given that the thread is called "Symbolic Stuff Nobody Gives A Crap About" ? Obscure - yes. Peculiar at times - yes. But where is she looking down her nose at anyone else ? I don't really see much jostling for self -adulation...

Anyhow...

[CrystalGeezer]

Wow. :eek: Thank you.

[juno]

I don't understand your insistence on "pure" craziness. Doesn't it seem a false dichotomy i.e. floridly psychotic or wholly "straight" ? Does she have a DSM diagnosis ? I don't know .
Is CG currently in remission or, maybe, currently only exhibiting the negative symptoms of a certain disorder ? I don't know.

Maybe it's "merely" a cluster A disorder ? I don't know . Does that warrant the term "crazy" ? I don't know. How crazy is "crazy" ?

Maybe CG is pre-emptively appropriating the term "crazy" in the same way that an African - American might the term "nigger" i.e. using satire to dismiss the insult before it can even be used ?

As for "pretentious gibberish" , how ? Given that the thread is called "Symbolic Stuff Nobody Gives A Crap About" ? Obscure - yes. Peculiar at times - yes. But where is she looking down her nose at anyone else ? I don't really see much jostling for self -adulation...

Anyhow...

Exactly here:

I was at work mopping floors when I saw this and have since given it some thought beyond calling you a pussy. Which you are.

I am not traditionally crazy. I do not rock back and forth chanting Morrissey's name or even obsess about him so much beyond the context of always kind of listening to the subtext of every conversation that I believe he seems to be involved in. Listen to Ouigi Board once to gt a feel for what I mean. One could say that act in itself is crazy, listening to a "secret" language, and I wouldn;t fault anyone for pointing out that that's a little nuts. But I like to think of it more like I am thinking outside of the box, not exactly crazy. I have a life, I have friends and family that I love. I have pets. I drive a car and do odd jobs and design wedding invitations and paint things on commission and help people organize their houses. I listen to lots of music and love baseball and drag racing and reading books and watching movies and going to restaurants and having a beer with a pal and lots of normal stuff. So I am not traditionally crazy, I don't hear voices or have irrational fears beyond certain cosmic theories I entertain, but they don't rule my life. So I try to exercise everything, every thought with a certain degree of moderation, even the "crazy" ones like that Morrissey and I are a hermetic androgyne. Does listening to Morrissey make me happy? Yes, there's something about his voice that sets my mind at ease. I sense that he is looking for something I might have the answer to. I sense that as sweet as the platitudes delivered to him on stage about how brave he is and voice for animals and all that is, at the end of the day, NOT what he is looking for, that he walks off stage feeling empty. Stuck racing, racing racing from city to city waiting for the epiphany that he is denied because greater dark forces are at work. So I keep on keeping on here, rambling on about ghosts and green language and light and blah. I find that, and this is addressing the logical conundrum you seem to be using to dismiss me, at the end of MY day being Crystal Geezer, it is easiest to say "I'm crazy." It;s just like Morrissey saying "I'm miserable." He isn't really, it;s just easier to say that. But if you met me, you;d know in two seconds that I am as sane as the day is long, and kinda fun to be around. I can shelve the cryptic shit faster than than you can log in anonymously, but I it's always there. But I am not crazy.

Now if you want me to BE crazy, if that helps YOUR argument, I offer you this:

You are a pussy for logging in anonymously and it frustrates me. You know what I do with my puss every night? I beat the shit out of it. It has a hood too. Just sayin'. :cool:


And the rest of this thread is an exercise in her own repeatedly admitted schizophrenic attention-whore-dom.

[CrystalGeezer]

What am I jealous of though?

[Anonymous]

Fair point.

In which case, remind me what's your problem with what I said, above.


I don't understand your insistence on "pure" craziness. Doesn't it seem a false dichotomy i.e. floridly psychotic or wholly "straight" ? Does she have a DSM diagnosis ? I don't know .
Is CG currently in remission or, maybe, currently only exhibiting the negative symptoms of a certain disorder ? I don't know.

Maybe it's "merely" a cluster A disorder ? I don't know . Does that warrant the term "crazy" ? I don't know. How crazy is "crazy" ?

Maybe CG is pre-emptively appropriating the term "crazy" in the same way that an African - American might the term "nigger" i.e. using satire to dismiss the insult before it can even be used ?

As for "pretentious gibberish" , how ? Given that the thread is called "Symbolic Stuff Nobody Gives A Crap About" ? Obscure - yes. Peculiar at times - yes. But where is she looking down her nose at anyone else ? I don't really see much jostling for self -adulation...

Anyhow...

You've got a nuanced appreciation of forms of mental disorder. I'm impressed.

You don't successfully re-appropriate a label by merely accentuating those aspects of the identity associated with it for which you're likely to be stigmatised. Or if you do, you're doing it wrong.

[CrystalGeezer]

Juno, what if my ideas are helping him? Wouldn't you want to see Morrissey content or wish him peace of mind? I'm just throwing out ideas on a thread I designated on a space condemned.

[juno]

Juno, what if my ideas are helping him? Wouldn't you want to see Morrissey content or wish him peace of mind? I'm just throwing out ideas on a thread I designated on a space condemned.

I have yet to see you take his feelings into consideration in any way, shape or form. You don't listen to a word he says other than to twist them into something that fits into your personal agenda which involves you imagining that he is your soulmate. I don't see any indication that you have any respect for him or for the other people who go to see him, also for the above reasons. All of it, everything you say in this thread, is to feed your own delusion and has nothing whatsoever to do with Morrissey. The person you are focusing on isn't even Morrissey - it's a figment of your own imagination which you have projected onto him.

[CrystalGeezer]

I have yet to see you take his feelings into consideration in any way, shape or form. You don't listen to a word he says other than to twist them into something that fits into your personal agenda which involves you imagining that he is your soulmate. I don't see any indication that you have any respect for him or for the other people who go to see him, also for the above reasons. All of it, everything you say in this thread, is to feed your own delusion and has nothing whatsoever to do with Morrissey. The person you are focusing on isn't even Morrissey - it's a figment of your own imagination which you have projected onto him.


Then why am I a threat to you?

[juno]

Then why am I a threat to you?

HAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!

I swear, you're like the Morrissey equivalent of one of those fundamentalist christian god-botherers who shouts shit from the bible they twist in their head to fit whatever it is they want to believe on a street corner, and then act all victimized when others make fun of them when they're the ones who called attention to themselves in the first place.

[CrystalGeezer]

HAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!

I swear, you're like the Morrissey equivalent of one of those fundamentalist christian god-botherers who shouts shit from the bible they twist in their head to fit whatever it is they want to believe on a street corner, and then act all victimized when others make fun of them when they're the ones who called attention to themselves in the first place.

And you're just a fan.

[juno]

And you're just a fan.

Of Morrissey? Obviously. Just a person who is a fan.

[CrystalGeezer]

Of Morrissey? Obviously. Just a person who is a fan.

Yeah. Well, he's about to test your devotion. Good luck Juno.

[juno]

Yeah. Well, he's about to test your devotion. Good luck Juno.

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA *gasp* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AAAA

god, you make such a ridiculous spectacle of yourself on this website you're nothing if not absolutely 100% predictable.

[CrystalGeezer]

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA *gasp* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AAAA

god, you make such a ridiculous spectacle of yourself on this website you're nothing if not absolutely 100% predictable.

Look. I promise you, just be cool. How about you think of me as a Morrisseycentric Karl Pilkington. You can be Ricky Gervais, but maybe you could be sort of less of an asshole about it. I am not hurting anyone here.

[juno]

Yeah. Well, he's about to test your devotion. Good luck Juno.

You know, it just dawned on me what a fucked up thing this is to even think. I mean, it's predictable for you - feel cornered, make vaguely threatening comment which you think shows you have some kind of inside knowledge...

but the idea of there being a "test of devotion" in this situation (eloquent and generous singer/audience) for you or me or anyone else is disgusting. It implies that you're projecting such a thing as "devotion" onto him, and have an idea of a "test" of it that he could potentially fail - which is entirely made up in your own head - could somehow happen.



He's a real person, not your imaginary friend. Leave him alone.

[CrystalGeezer]

He's a real person, not your imaginary friend. Leave him alone.

Truer words couldn't have been uttered from the ultimate Morrissey fan. Congratulations, you win. The barrier is yours, you deserve it.

You are a selfish, nasty person. Go listen to some Morrissey songs, bully. Get out of my thread.

[Iona Mink]

Crystal, have you thought of perhaps writing this in a blog?

Perhaps a message board forum is not the best medium for your thoughts.

This sort of format will always allow your detractors to detract.

[CrystalGeezer]

Crystal, have you thought of perhaps writing this in a blog?

Perhaps a message board forum is not the best medium for your thoughts.

This sort of format will always allow your detractors to detract.

I don't mind detractors. I like interaction. I like to be challenged. I do not like being stalked and that's what Juno does. She doesn't even entertain my ideas, she's decided that I am insane and that's that. She a closed-minded hate zombie to me. Those people I bare my teeth at and PUNCH. Something to think about. :mad:

[Iona Mink]

I don't mind detractors. I like interaction. I like to be challenged. I do not like being stalked and that's what Juno does. She doesn't even entertain my ideas, she's decided that I am insane and that's that. She a closed-minded hate zombie to me. Those people I bare my teeth at and PUNCH. Something to think about. :mad:

Perhaps s/he has entertained them and rejected them.

I'm afraid, if I am honest, your ideas don't speak to me but of course you're entitled to have them and indeed, you aren't hurting anyone.

It just struck me that when you said "your thread", forums are notorious for derailing intentions. I suppose there is always the "ignore" option.

[Anonymous]

she's decided that I am insane and that's that.

What's wrong with your concentration-span?

It's you who, in the first instance, insists that you're "crazy", so you're not in a position to complain if people treat you as a "crazy" person. You have, in effect, asked people to treat you this way and invited their derision. Deal with it.

[CrystalGeezer]

Perhaps s/he has entertained them and rejected them.

I'm afraid, if I am honest, your ideas don't speak to me but of course you're entitled to have them and indeed, you aren't hurting anyone.

It just struck me that when you said "your thread", forums are notorious for derailing intentions. I suppose there is always the "ignore" option.

But think about it. I mean I get what you say about me calling it my thread, I have no right. But this is a website dismissed by the person it is dedicated to. This thread is in the pigsty where only the filth goes. My ideas a well hidden to anyone who just wants to dismiss me as crazy. Fine. But she searches me out and jumps on any moment of weakness to prove that I am insane. I'm like an obsession to her, why I have no idea. Then she logs on as anonymous people to pretend there are more than one of her. Then the maniacal laughter when I suggest I have an in. I'm not here to threaten anyone's livelihood or devotion, I'm just saying I see things differently, but that's an affront to Juno. Just leave me alone.

I don't want her to get bit. :straightface: I do not.

[Anonymous]

But think about it. I mean I get what you say about me calling it my thread, I have no right. But this is a website dismissed by the person it is dedicated to. This thread is in the pigsty where only the filth goes. My ideas a well hidden to anyone who just wants to dismiss me as crazy. Fine. But she searches me out and jumps on any moment of weakness to prove that I am insane. I'm like an obsession to her, why I have no idea. Then she logs on as anonymous people to pretend there are more than one of her. Then the maniacal laughter when I suggest I have an in. I'm not here to threaten anyone's livelihood or devotion, I'm just saying I see things differently, but that's an affront to Juno. Just leave me alone.

I don't want her to get bit. :straightface: I do not.

For what it's worth, I can confirm that there is more than one person criticising you, here.

[Iona Mink]

But think about it. I mean I get what you say about me calling it my thread, I have no right. But this is a website dismissed by the person it is dedicated to. This thread is in the pigsty where only the filth goes. My ideas a well hidden to anyone who just wants to dismiss me as crazy. Fine. But she searches me out and jumps on any moment of weakness to prove that I am insane. I'm like an obsession to her, why I have no idea. Then she logs on as anonymous people to pretend there are more than one of her. Then the maniacal laughter when I suggest I have an in. I'm not here to threaten anyone's livelihood or devotion, I'm just saying I see things differently, but that's an affront to Juno. Just leave me alone.

Yes I see what you mean. In regards to the thread's location, I never read through the forums but instead click on 'New Posts' and then click on whatever takes my fancy totally ignoring what sub forum it is in.

Perhaps you just raise Juno's hackles. We can't always control how others will react to us. Just ask my mother-in-law...ha!

What do you mean you have "an in"? As in hit a nerve?


I don't want her to get bit. :straightface: I do not.

Gosh, what does that mean?

[CrystalGeezer]

Yes I see what you mean. In regards to the thread's location, I never read through the forums but instead click on 'New Posts' and then click on whatever takes my fancy totally ignoring what sub forum it is in.

Perhaps you just raise Juno's hackles. We can't always control how others will react to us. Just ask my mother-in-law...ha!

What do you mean you have "an in"? As in hit a nerve?



Gosh, what does that mean?

She got bent out of shape when I suggested Morrissey might test her devotion. I see signs. I'm not talking to him or his people or anything. But that made her HA the fuck out. She hates me as much as she loves Morrissey and she's not listening to either of us.

The last thing is weird. TYWTML goes into it, I can't. :o


I bet you're aces to your mother-in-law. :p You strike me as being profoundly cool.

[Iona Mink]

I bet you're aces to your mother-in-law. :p You strike me as being profoundly cool.

Shucks. Thanks.

MIL cannot stand me but I happen to quite like the stuck up bitch! What that is a whole other story.... :lbf:

[juno]

Thanks. Sweet picture. Turns out I'm more than likely a manic psychizophrenic, so the answer to how I arrive at these conclusions probably has something to do with that.


I don't mind detractors. I like interaction. I like to be challenged. I do not like being stalked and that's what Juno does. She doesn't even entertain my ideas, she's decided that I am insane and that's that. She a closed-minded hate zombie to me. Those people I bare my teeth at and PUNCH. Something to think about. :mad:

You are insane, see the topmost quoted post for one of your frequent admissions to that effect. You're also not a very nice person, (I've never once threatened you but you threaten anyone who questions you, often as above with physical violence) something which you prove every time you try to tell people how nice you are in "real life." This implies that you're either trolling on this forum (which isn't nice) but in real life you don't believe a word you say.. or you keep saying that over and over knowing that you sound horrible and hoping that people won't believe that this is your true self you display on here.

Either way, you just look completely ridiculous and mean-spirited the more you say you're crazy and then get angry when people agree that you're crazy. Additionally, the fact that you so desperately need everyone here, even me, to agree with you, indicates that you do in fact believe every word you type on this forum, are an attention whore, and your posts in this thread speak for themselves as to your level of sanity.

[CrystalGeezer]

You are. You're also not a very nice person, something which you prove every time you try to tell people how nice you are in "real life." This implies that you're either trolling on this forum (which isn't nice) but in real life you don't believe a word you say.. or you keep saying that over and over knowing that you sound horrible and hoping that people won't believe that this is your true self you display on here.

Either way, you just look completely ridiculous and mean-spirited the more you say you're crazy and then get angry when people agree that you're crazy. Additionally, the fact that you so desperately need everyone here, even me, to agree with you, indicates that you do in fact believe every word you type on this forum, are an attention whore, and your posts in this thread speak for themselves as to your level of sanity.

Juno, do you desire to see Morrissey happy? In your heart...now think about this...do you wish happiness for Morrissey?

[123xyz]

You don't successfully re-appropriate a label by merely accentuating those aspects of the identity associated with it for which you're likely to be stigmatised. Or if you do, you're doing it wrong.



I'd argue that "...merely accentuating those aspects..." isn't what CG happens to be doing. Yes, this particular thread is a bit "crazy" ( for want of a better word). However, in CGs other, non - Pigsty, posts, there isn't so much to see of that tendency. Hence , I don't know that she is over - emphasising such to the point of self - stigmatisation if you look beyond this one quite narrow circumstance.


Further to this , I think "testing the waters" with those aspects of self most likely to be derided is exactly how successful re-appropriation/re-emergence can work.



"... you're doing it wrong..." - identities are funny things, aren't they ?

[CrystalGeezer]

I have yet to see you take his feelings into consideration in any way, shape or form. You don't listen to a word he says other than to twist them into something that fits into your personal agenda which involves you imagining that he is your soulmate. I don't see any indication that you have any respect for him or for the other people who go to see him, also for the above reasons. All of it, everything you say in this thread, is to feed your own delusion and has nothing whatsoever to do with Morrissey. The person you are focusing on isn't even Morrissey - it's a figment of your own imagination which you have projected onto him.

You know, Juno, I have a little something to say about this. It kind of pisses me off.

You say I have no respect for the people who go to see him, as though that is something important, that you go to see Morrissey. I go to see Morrissey. I don't have a lot of money, but when he;s in town or within driving distance, I make every attempt to go see him. I do not have pit connections or often enough money to buy a close seat, but when I do attend a GA show I have found that the same people are at the barrier over and over. The same people. To me that seems selfish. To those barrier hoarders Morrissey is a drug that nobody else is entitled to unless they prove their devotion by sleeping over night in a line on a sidewalk. I've watched a man using his phone to text someone else during at least HALF of a show, the half when Morrissey wasn;t standing in front of him. To him the show is not a show, it's something he collects. He is a collector. YOU are most likely a collector who takes up space so that others cannot have your possession. Your Morrissey. Because he belongs to YOU and NOBODY ELSE. I've met delightful people in line who will never get the chance to get a handshake because the collectors have staked their claim on the property that is the barrier, your little clique.

You treat Morrissey like a possession, not a man singing for a greater change or who might have a higher calling or aspirations beyond your collection. So no, I don't have a lot of respect for his leaches. I do have respect for sensible fans who enjoy a night with Morrissey and love his music though.

[juno]

You know, Juno, I have a little something to say about this. It kind of pisses me off.

You say I have no respect for the people who go to see him, as though that is something important, that you go to see Morrissey. I go to see Morrissey. I don't have a lot of money, but when he;s in town or within driving distance, I make every attempt to go see him. I do not have pit connections or often enough money to buy a close seat, but when I do attend a GA show I have found that the same people are at the barrier over and over. The same people. To me that seems selfish. To those barrier hoarders Morrissey is a drug that nobody else is entitled to unless they prove their devotion by sleeping over night in a line on a sidewalk. I've watched a man using his phone to text someone else during at least HALF of a show, the half when Morrissey wasn;t standing in front of him. To him the show is not a show, it's something he collects. He is a collector. YOU are most likely a collector who takes up space so that others cannot have your possession. Your Morrissey. Because he belongs to YOU and NOBODY ELSE. I've met delightful people in line who will never get the chance to get a handshake because the collectors have staked their claim on the property that is the barrier, your little clique.

You treat Morrissey like a possession, not a man singing for a greater change or who might have a higher calling or aspirations beyond your collection. So no, I don't have a lot of respect for his leaches. I do have respect for sensible fans who enjoy a night with Morrissey and love his music though.

Like I said, seething jealousy.

[juno]

You know, Juno, I have a little something to say about this. It kind of pisses me off.

You say I have no respect for the people who go to see him, as though that is something important, that you go to see Morrissey. I go to see Morrissey. I don't have a lot of money, but when he;s in town or within driving distance, I make every attempt to go see him. I do not have pit connections or often enough money to buy a close seat, but when I do attend a GA show I have found that the same people are at the barrier over and over. The same people. To me that seems selfish. To those barrier hoarders Morrissey is a drug that nobody else is entitled to unless they prove their devotion by sleeping over night in a line on a sidewalk. I've watched a man using his phone to text someone else during at least HALF of a show, the half when Morrissey wasn;t standing in front of him. To him the show is not a show, it's something he collects. He is a collector. YOU are most likely a collector who takes up space so that others cannot have your possession. Your Morrissey. Because he belongs to YOU and NOBODY ELSE. I've met delightful people in line who will never get the chance to get a handshake because the collectors have staked their claim on the property that is the barrier, your little clique.

You treat Morrissey like a possession, not a man singing for a greater change or who might have a higher calling or aspirations beyond your collection. So no, I don't have a lot of respect for his leaches. I do have respect for sensible fans who enjoy a night with Morrissey and love his music though.

Also: it isn't anyone's fault but your own that that you live in a fantasy world so you can't hold down a decent job, and it's your own fault you're willing to put only the minimal effort into getting to the front. The world doesn't owe you anything. You have to work for it, in reality, not in your head.

[CrystalGeezer]

Like I said, seething jealousy.

Imagine Morrissey is not a famous person. Imagine he is man who loves music.

Do you think he would wait in a line for 20 hours on a sidewalk, no restaurant breaks, phoney civility, pissing in a cup when nearby restrooms were closed of businesses he only patronized to piss in, wrapped in a sleeping bag to see a musician? To consume a musician? Or would he buy a ticket, look forward to the show, have a lovely dinner, watch the show, sing along, say "They played my favorite song, this night was fantastic." then go home, go to sleep and get on with his life?

[juno]

Imagine Morrissey is not a famous person. Imagine he is man who loves music.

Do you think he would wait in a line for 20 hours on a sidewalk, no restaurant breaks, phoney civility, pissing in a cup when nearby restrooms were closed of businesses he only patronized to piss in, wrapped in a sleeping bag to see a musician? To consume a musician? Or would he buy a ticket, look forward to the show, have a lovely dinner, watch the show, sing along, say "They played my favorite song, this night was fantastic." then go home, go to sleep and get on with his life?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA

"Yes, I was one of those people who would actually turn up at noon and I would be pressed against the door if it wasn't a seated venue, so you'd have to run straight to the front and you'd just stare for fifteen hours and by the time the group came on you were so exhausted and you left ten minutes later. You saw nothing. It was great."

http://motorcycleaupairboy.com/interviews/1998/radio.htm

[juno]

Imagine Morrissey is not a famous person. Imagine he is man who loves music.

Do you think he would wait in a line for 20 hours on a sidewalk, no restaurant breaks, phoney civility, pissing in a cup when nearby restrooms were closed of businesses he only patronized to piss in, wrapped in a sleeping bag to see a musician? To consume a musician? Or would he buy a ticket, look forward to the show, have a lovely dinner, watch the show, sing along, say "They played my favorite song, this night was fantastic." then go home, go to sleep and get on with his life?

Wait, I should add the question which led to this answer:

"In your first days of going to concerts were you one of those people that went for the front and just had to be as close as you can be?
I've always been one of those people. Whatever the category, I've been one of those people. Yes, I was one of those people who would actually turn up at noon and I would be pressed against the door if it wasn't a seated venue, so you'd have to run straight to the front and you'd just stare for fifteen hours and by the time the group came on you were so exhausted and you left ten minutes later. You saw nothing. It was great."

[CrystalGeezer]

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA

"Yes, I was one of those people who would actually turn up at noon and I would be pressed against the door if it wasn't a seated venue, so you'd have to run straight to the front and you'd just stare for fifteen hours and by the time the group came on you were so exhausted and you left ten minutes later. You saw nothing. It was great."

http://motorcycleaupairboy.com/interviews/1998/radio.htm

Well you showed me then. Clearly you are doing it right.

[CrystalGeezer]

Also Juno, when you're standing in line (that I am jealous of) you must've had plenty of down time to figure out how to do this, right?

http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/76055770/Morrissey+Initiate+Me.jpg

Probably not. You are not there for any reason but to get something. You are selfish. You are not what Morrissey needs.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://0.tqn.com/d/np/catholicism/9781580627269_0148_001.jpg

Some men here, they know the full extent of your distress. THey kneel and pray and say "Long may it last." because they are devout, they stood in a line, they put in effort, you OWE it to them to continue the misery that feeds them, the FANs, Free 'N' Accepted. They want to consume you. And because of that I want to punch them in the face.

[juno]

Also Juno, when you're standing in line (that I am jealous of) you must've had plenty of down time to figure out how to do this, right?

http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/76055770/Morrissey+Initiate+Me.jpg

Probably not. You are not there for any reason but to get something. You are selfish. You are not what Morrissey needs.


http://0.tqn.com/d/np/catholicism/9781580627269_0148_001.jpg

Some men here, they know the full extent of your distress. THey kneel and pray and say "Long may it last." because they are devout, they stood in a line, they put in effort, you OWE it to them to continue the misery that feeds them, the FANs, Free 'N' Accepted. They want to consume you. And because of that I want to punch them in the face.


You are literally a parody of yourself. You cannot stand to not have the last word, so this reply is going to be answered with another spasm of schizophrenia where you try to "prove" that you have some connection with your imaginary friend as soon as you can work one up. Not that it matters in the slightest since this entire thread is purely for the purpose of feeding your own ego, but none of it has anything at all to do with Morrissey.

[CrystalGeezer]

You are literally a parody of yourself. You cannot stand to not have the last word, so this reply is going to be answered with another spasm of schizophrenia where you try to "prove" that you have some connection with your imaginary friend as soon as you can work one up. Not that it matters in the slightest since this entire thread is purely for the purpose of feeding your own ego, but none of it has anything at all to do with Morrissey.

Then don't read it. Maybe you're jealous you're too dull to be schizophrenic.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://tarotcardmeanings.tarotsignals.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/RWS_Tarot_10_Wheel_of_Fortune.jpg

I was born October 4th, 1974, conceived on New Year's Eve 1973. I am fortune.

[CrystalGeezer]

I am TEN FOUR. A rich person is set, right? I am literally living Set. We are, androgenous, water-like and air-like, living Set. We are all on our wheel turned by the God who speaks to us.

[CrystalGeezer]

God wants me to yammer on about this lake and canyon thing :straightface: I'd rather read the graphic novels I checked out of the library though, but it's supposed to substantiate why I'm different than other ten fours. I also left all my alchemy books at home to explain why elemental position is interesting. But nobody cares. But he keeps saying to mention it. Crabby Boss.

[juno]

http://www.amazon.com/The-God-Delusion-Richard-Dawkins/dp/0618918248/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1338923932&sr=8-1

[CrystalGeezer]

http://www.amazon.com/The-God-Delusion-Richard-Dawkins/dp/0618918248/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1338923932&sr=8-1

Awww, it's Tuesday. We meet again. Seeya next Tuesday!

[CrystalGeezer]

Juno, do you believe in Richard Dawkins' atheist theories?

[CrystalGeezer]

I find that, generally, it is not good practice to test God. :cool:

[CrystalGeezer]

Sooooooooooooooo. The Queen had a little Diamond Jubilee this weekend. A whole lotta Pomp and Circumstance, I'm sure. While celebrating, Kate (who we are told to hate but let's pretend it's opposites day) wore a funny little brooch, apparently a gift from the Royal Navy, it's Maritime themed.

http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/c0.126.300.300/p403x403/553660_418718754834356_1363152773_n.jpg

[Iona Mink]

I find that, generally, it is not good practice to test God. :cool:

:lbf: Testing God is the only thing that gets me through the day sometimes!

[CrystalGeezer]

Does ANYONE know how to anagram here? Anyone who knows the original lyrics to Ouigi Board?

I'm just going to throw this out there and let you think about it for a while.

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7105/7157382779_0c5d0b40b8.jpg

The perceived royalty is shouting props to the real royalty in their jewelry.

[CrystalGeezer]

:lbf: Testing God is the only thing that gets me through the day sometimes!

Yeah. Be careful though. :thumb:

[CrystalGeezer]

I've always been stunned by how the shadow on Morrissey's nose looks identical to the Ibis heiroglyph if you imagine that the bird is looking over it;s shoulder, looking back so to speak. More like the Crested Ibis technically. It means Thoth, very lunar and feminine. Like his haunted feminine soul captured in a photo. Cool stuff. Cool's tough. ;)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTGdidPP5Aw

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7a/Medinet_Habu_Ramses_III19.JPG/450px-Medinet_Habu_Ramses_III19.JPG

[CrystalGeezer]

A little lesson in following an extended conversation:

Anomolies. Anytime something off happens, it's a point ponderable. It's something God wants you to think about, he's saying "Here is your answer." There's a phrase my parents said to me growing up all the time that has been extremely useful while reading signs.

SILENCE IS GOLDEN

If you're have a conversation with someone and they stop responding, the answer is the final thought uttered. The conversation may continue, but the ponderable thought is the one ignored. That's where the cosmic conversation ends. So you're at a tennis match. The ball is hit back and forth. The last person to hit the ball wins. The match may continue on some other court, but on that court, the last person to hit the ball wins. It's a metaphor.

[juno]

A little lesson in following an extended conversation:

Anomolies. Anytime something off happens, it's a point ponderable. It's something God wants you to think about, he's saying "Here is your answer." There's a phrase my parents said to me growing up all the time that has been extremely useful while reading signs.

SILENCE IS GOLDEN

If you're have a conversation with someone and they stop responding, the answer is the final thought uttered. The conversation may continue, but the ponderable thought is the one ignored. That's where the cosmic conversation ends. So you're at a tennis match. The ball is hit back and forth. The last person to hit the ball wins. The match may continue on some other court, but on that court, the last person to hit the ball wins. It's a metaphor.

Good to see you've accepted the fact that Morrissey's last word on Morrissey-solo was to say FUCK MORRISSEY SOLO.

[CrystalGeezer]

Good to see you've accepted the fact that Morrissey's last word on Morrissey-solo was to say FUCK MORRISSEY SOLO.

What are you talking about? His last word is that he's playing in Edinburgh?

[juno]

What are you talking about? His last word is that he's playing in Edinburgh?


Good to see you've accepted the fact that Morrissey's last word on Morrissey-solo was to say FUCK MORRISSEY SOLO.

*his last word regarding the website which you use as a platform for your gibberish.

Now, will she deflect or rant about symbols some more? Let's wait and see.

[CrystalGeezer]

*his last word regarding the website which you use as a platform for your gibberish.

Now, will she deflect or rant about symbols some more? Let's wait and see.

Why do you care, Juno? You hate the site, you hate me. Yet for some reason you can't tear yourself away? Just leave me alone to do my gibberish. I'm clearly not talking to you.

[CrystalGeezer]

I thought about your question on my drive to breakfast, Juno. Why I post here.

I HATE Wal Mart. They treat their employees like shit, they drive mom and pop stores out of business and destroy small communities. But when I'm low on funds they have cheap beer.

That is why I post here. :D Keeping' it classay!

[CrystalGeezer]

Okay, back to the gibberish.

So I maintain that Morrissey listens to the Language of the Birds. It's a LOT like reading hieroglyphs, actually, except that thoughts are compartmentalized not in an image and strung together on papyrus to make a thought, (sometimes more literal than other times depending on synchronicity) but rather the thoughts are broadcast into your immediate surroundings and the clues you pick up to follow a thought can be metaphors of other stories or some silly thing that happened, or a book sitting on your desk. Everything is God's nouns and verbs, so to speak. So here's an example of a sentence strung together with bits of heiroglyphs, (the sentence itself is topical, btw)

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7218/7170070663_345ebd5fc1_z.jpg

So imagine each one of those groupings of heiroglyphs that make a word might be, for instance, a couple sentences re-anagrammed fast in your brain to make a word. Then you follow the train of thought and form a sentence, that sentence is from above. Sometimes a single sentence can take two days to make. I think morrissey does this, in a way. You can use this method to dip into thoughts, talk to ghosts, talk to God, listen to confessions, it can get very confusing because the sentences overlap and you get confused as to who you are talking too. Anyway, my point is. I think Morrissey is a listener. You can use this other thing to do things like make grant proposals so to speak...I am under the impression Morrissey has absolutely NO IDEA how to do that, he's just a listener.

[CrystalGeezer]

We have a very friendly neighbor cat who always walks right up to Barney and meows and they touch noses and check in with each other. Slightly concerned I just took him for a walk and randomly commanded him not to say hi to the cat. :straightface: Why? So stupid.

[juno]

Okay, back to the gibberish.

So I maintain that Morrissey listens to the Language of the Birds. It's a LOT like reading hieroglyphs, actually, except that thoughts are compartmentalized not in an image and strung together on papyrus to make a thought, (sometimes more literal than other times depending on synchronicity) but rather the thoughts are broadcast into your immediate surroundings and the clues you pick up to follow a thought can be metaphors of other stories or some silly thing that happened, or a book sitting on your desk. Everything is God's nouns and verbs, so to speak. So here's an example of a sentence strung together with bits of heiroglyphs, (the sentence itself is topical, btw)

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7218/7170070663_345ebd5fc1_z.jpg

So imagine each one of those groupings of heiroglyphs that make a word might be, for instance, a couple sentences re-anagrammed fast in your brain to make a word. Then you follow the train of thought and form a sentence, that sentence is from above. Sometimes a single sentence can take two days to make. I think morrissey does this, in a way. You can use this method to dip into thoughts, talk to ghosts, talk to God, listen to confessions, it can get very confusing because the sentences overlap and you get confused as to who you are talking too. Anyway, my point is. I think Morrissey is a listener. You can use this other thing to do things like make grant proposals so to speak...I am under the impression Morrissey has absolutely NO IDEA how to do that, he's just a listener.

http://www.reddit.com/r/movies/comments/uswn1/prometheus_everything_explained_and_analysed/

Maybe your out of control compulsion would be put to healthier, less destructive to your own life, and less Morrissey-stalking, use if you applied it to works of FICTION instead of to a real person, as in the above link? (Fiction meaning that which we all recognize as fiction, not the type of fiction you make up in your own head and think it's real).

*SPOILER ALERT - do not click the above link if you haven't seen Prometheus yet and don't want to see spoilers

[Anonymous]

http://www.reddit.com/r/movies/comments/uswn1/prometheus_everything_explained_and_analysed/

Maybe your out of control compulsion would be put to healthier, less destructive to your own life, and less Morrissey-stalking, use if you applied it to works of FICTION instead of to a real person, as in the above link? (Fiction meaning that which we all recognize as fiction, not the type of fiction you make up in your own head and think it's real).

By your own logic, CrystalGeezer is "insane," "irrational," "mentally ill," "schizophrenic" etc. Personally, I don't believe that she is. She's actually just an attention-seeker who needs get a life. Still, though, since you believe that she's mentally disordered, do you think it's appropriate to constantly malign her? If her pointless gibberish is the symptom of illness and beyond her control (as you appear to believe), then how can it be fair to her to post endlessly trying to point her illness-induced "shortcomings"? Putting it as politely as possible, that doesn't make you seem like a particularly nice person, does it?

CrystalGeezer isn't "crazy". She's just a middle-aged woman who hasn't yet worked out that fantasising about her favourite pop star is a waste of her precious life. One day she'll wake up to that fact and be filled with regret. That should be enough for any of us.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://www.reddit.com/r/movies/comments/uswn1/prometheus_everything_explained_and_analysed/

Maybe your out of control compulsion would be put to healthier, less destructive to your own life, and less Morrissey-stalking, use if you applied it to works of FICTION instead of to a real person, as in the above link? (Fiction meaning that which we all recognize as fiction, not the type of fiction you make up in your own head and think it's real).

*SPOILER ALERT - do not click the above link if you haven't seen Prometheus yet and don't want to see spoilers

For a Morrissey fan, you sure are unimaginitive.

[CrystalGeezer]

Also I do not stalk Morrissey. I could if I wanted to, I got a private message that he was in a hotel not far from my house, but I'm not sitting in the lobby with a stack of my alchemy books waiting for him to leave because I am too shy. And if I weren't too shy, I wouldn't be demanding stuff of him, sign my arm, sign my record, pose for a picture, blah. I'd be there to give him something, an answer to how to figure out the details of the black cloud or clues as to who the right one is when they slip in and the mechanics of how they slip in, what that thing is squeezing his skull, where the person underneath goes when he slides by the wayside. I would HELP him with the questions he's been brave enough to ask while ALONE and dealing with this ALONE all these years. So quit being a puppet of the pigs in grey suits. I am not going to hurt your precious Morrissey (I say that in a Lord of the Rings sense since you're so into science fiction, Morrissey is YOURS), I'm here to help him, idiot.

[juno]

Also I do not stalk Morrissey. I could if I wanted to, I got a private message that he was in a hotel not far from my house, but I'm not sitting in the lobby with a stack of my alchemy books waiting for him to leave because I am too shy. And if I weren't too shy, I wouldn't be demanding stuff of him, sign my arm, sign my record, pose for a picture, blah. I'd be there to give him something, an answer to how to figure out the details of the black cloud or clues as to who the right one is when they slip in and the mechanics of how they slip in, what that thing is squeezing his skull, where the person underneath goes when he slides by the wayside. I would HELP him with the questions he's been brave enough to ask while ALONE and dealing with this ALONE all these years. So quit being a puppet of the pigs in grey suits. I am not going to hurt your precious Morrissey (I say that in a Lord of the Rings sense since you're so into science fiction, Morrissey is YOURS), I'm here to help him, idiot.

Actually, no... you're just delusional and wasting your life obsessing over him, as you said here:


Thanks. Sweet picture. Turns out I'm more than likely a manic psychizophrenic, so the answer to how I arrive at these conclusions probably has something to do with that.

[CrystalGeezer]

By your own logic, CrystalGeezer is "insane," "irrational," "mentally ill," "schizophrenic" etc. Personally, I don't believe that she is. She's actually just an attention-seeker who needs get a life. Still, though, since you believe that she's mentally disordered, do you think it's appropriate to constantly malign her? If her pointless gibberish is the symptom of illness and beyond her control (as you appear to believe), then how can it be fair to her to post endlessly trying to point her illness-induced "shortcomings"? Putting it as politely as possible, that doesn't make you seem like a particularly nice person, does it?

CrystalGeezer isn't "crazy". She's just a middle-aged woman who hasn't yet worked out that fantasising about her favourite pop star is a waste of her precious life. One day she'll wake up to that fact and be filled with regret. That should be enough for any of us.

Would an attention seeker limit their attention seeking tasks to one message board? Why can't I just have an original idea, why does it have to be attention seeking? Also your anticipation of my regret being a satisfactory conclusion to all this doesnt make you a particularly nice person either. Good luck with that.

[Anonymous]

Would an attention seeker limit their attention seeking tasks to one message board?

Well, I've no idea whether you post this sort of bollocks elsewhere, so the point is moot. Even if you do only posted here, that doesn't mean you're not attention-seeking.


Why can't I just have an original idea, why does it have to be attention seeking?

Because it isn't the case that you just have these ideas ("original" or otherwise). You post this stuff and routinely associate yourself with it, trying to be noticed - by Morrissey or anybody - for your "craziness".


Also your anticipation of my regret being a satisfactory conclusion to all this doesnt make you a particularly nice person either. Good luck with that.

I'm not mocking somebody who has minimal choice over what they say/do. Despite the fact that you're no longer a teenager, you choose to indulge your obsession about a pop star, imagining that you and he should (could?) be together romantically. Anybody who stubbornly refuses to make the effort to outgrow this kind of shit deserves the loneliness and heartache that awaits them in old age. It isn't me that needs luck.

[CrystalGeezer]

Well, I've no idea whether you post this sort of bollocks elsewhere, so the point is moot. Even if you do only posted here, that doesn't mean you're not attention-seeking.



Because it isn't the case that you just have these ideas ("original" or otherwise). You post this stuff and routinely associate yourself with it, trying to be noticed - by Morrissey or anybody - for your "craziness".



I'm not mocking somebody who has minimal choice over what they say/do. Despite the fact that you're no longer a teenager, you choose to indulge your obsession about a pop star, imagining that you and he should (could?) be together romantically. Anybody who stubbornly refuses to make the effort to outgrow this kind of shit deserves the loneliness and heartache that awaits them in old age. It isn't me that needs luck.

I make jokes about sex with him, a lot of sarcasm is lost in translation. I do have a romantic take on all this, a ghost is my cheerleader urging me to continue making my points, I see the ghost so yes, I am a central character in the story. I am not holding out hope that Morrissey would even be remotely attracted to me, we are opposites in almost every way. But I think we both share the gift of this language and the lament that it makes everyday GREY. As far as the loneliness and heartache, I've already felt that the first half of my life, I have nothing to lose to try to contact who I perceive is contacting me. I have other interests and friends and projects, Morrissey isn't a classic obsession.

[CrystalGeezer]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r72WJqc6ho

[CrystalGeezer]

I suspect it would be best for everyone if I just kept my mouth closed.

[Anonymous]

I suspect it would be best for everyone if I just kept my mouth closed.

I suspect it would be best for you if you were to just find something else to talk about.

[Anonymous]

Hey, I just google picture searched Morrissey, large image, all colours for distraction and no real reason and found something for you, CG.
http://geek-tragedy.net/morrisseyscans/magazines/smashhits_88yearbook/page02.jpg
It is from the year 1988 and Morrissey describes a regular day in his life.

Somebody mentioned three years ago that even though Morrissey obviously stood front row at concerts, he never went to anybody's concerts over and over again.

[CrystalGeezer]

Hey, I just google picture searched Morrissey, large image, all colours for distraction and no real reason and found something for you, CG.
http://geek-tragedy.net/morrisseyscans/magazines/smashhits_88yearbook/page02.jpg
It is from the year 1988 and Morrissey describes a regular day in his life.

Somebody mentioned three years ago that even though Morrissey obviously stood front row at concerts, he never went to anybody's concerts over and over again.

Thank you. This article makes me feel a tad better about one thing on my mind. There's a thread that starts "Say yes to...." something about Israel. I feel like a terrible person but that stuff bores me to tears. :o I mean I know there is a lot of shit in the world, I just don't see the point in debating it, which makes me politically retarded in a way even though I feel for the issues, I think there's a more direct way of solving the problem than sitting around yammering on about it.

Funny about the rich kids who don't know who he is. They didn't.

About the concerts, I'm not opposed to standing front row. I do it when possible. I weaseled my way through the crowd and stood front row at Built to Spill a couple months ago. My friend and I waited in line to stand front row at an Arcade Fire show (we bailed though as it got way too crazy) a few Octobers ago. There's nothing wrong with standing in line to see an act, it;s the repetition that's off like you mentioned. Sometimes I can't ennunciate what I'm thinking, the argument gets trapped in my brain.

Anyway, thanks again.

[CrystalGeezer]

Wanna do something funny Hollywood Scavenger Hunt style? :p

Go to Frank Sinatra's star on the walk of fame. Stand in front of it as to read it and look up at the name of the coffee shop next to it. :D

I love that stuff. :cool:

[Cosmic Dancer]

You seem like you're wasting your life, obsessed over someone who is probably already married or who cares, and the chances of it happening are seven hundred trillion to 0.00001. Can anyone tell me what the point is, when you already know it's never going to happen?

[CrystalGeezer]

You seem like you're wasting your life, obsessed over someone who is probably already married or who cares, and the chances of it happening are seven hundred trillion to 0.00001. Can anyone tell me what the point is, when you already know it's never going to happen?

Because I am Miss Piggymalion and I sculpted him from my dreams and I want him to put his marble penis into my muppet muff.

[Anonymous]

You seem like you're wasting your life, obsessed over someone who is probably already married or who cares, and the chances of it happening are seven hundred trillion to 0.00001. Can anyone tell me what the point is, when you already know it's never going to happen?

Your tenth fake suicide alert will however be successful and Morrissey finally come to your rescue?



Sooo.... CG.... Did YOU understand mell's outburst? Why did SHE reply when you wrote about Juno/Claudia2006?

Will you be going to the Staples Centre? You might get to see at least Iggy's marble blabla. (rofl) Come to think about it, in terms of crazyness level, why don't you have a crush on Iggy Pop?

[CrystalGeezer]

Your tenth fake suicide alert will however be successful and Morrissey finally come to your rescue?



Sooo.... CG.... Did YOU understand mell's outburst? Why did SHE reply when you wrote about Juno/Claudia2006?
Will you be going to the Staples Centre? You might get to see at least Iggy's marble blabla. (rofl) Come to think about it, in terms of crazyness level, why don't you have a crush on Iggy Pop?

What's to understand?

[Anonymous]

What's to understand?

That's right, who cares. Cheers.

[CrystalGeezer]

In the event that this helps anyone who is weird like me, some pointers I've learned to reading in the dark. There is a system for the weirdos. I don't always use it and find it easier to shut everyone out and not listen when I'm mega frustrated and not getting m immediate needs met, but this is how it works.

Alchemy is the conversion of shit to gold. To dumdums gold is money and wealth and fame and recognition and all that nonsense idiot rappers hold in high esteem. It is not. Gold is simply truth. If you've been blessed with the gift of being alchemically inclined (read: people act weird around you and you experience a shit ton of coincidences) then there are some guidelines to understanding the difference between a "truth" and a "trick." So I chose to regularly listen to and check in with my beloved and I sense he's done the same without even knowing he's doing it, but there's a lot of room for error and reading false things and drawing the wrong conclusion. The system can be used for things other than talking to your beloved, you can ask a question. Often if you ask a question you become the actor in God's little play put on just for yourself where you act out the answer and see the truth. But narrowing down the field of possible answers and honing in on the truth is a tad like playing 20 questions with God in your mind, and he sends YES and NO answers using the following keys so that you can ultimately arrive at the true conclusion as known by God, who happens to know all. It's laborious and can get confusing if you ask too many questions at once because the answers start overlapping.

Okay, so this is the Wheel of Fortune. :cool:

http://insightfulvision.com/gallery/im-arc-oswald/large/Arcane-Arcana-10-roue-de-fortune-wheel-of-fortune.png


Okay. So you are a sign see-er walking through a cosmic sludge of thoughts and ideas and zombies talking at you and giving you information nonstop. From your beloved to ghosts to God to trolls to spirits to ust people simply being themselves, you are receiving information nonstop from music, media, television, internet, family, friends, animals, nature, (That's Entertainment goes into this a bit) etc.. It can become overwhelming. So imagine you are stading at this weird wheel which has a crank and sits in a moonshaped boat on a cosmic ocean. And you ask a question, hold it in your mind "Is she kissing some random boy at this moment thinking it's me?" It sends you into a panic. But there's something you can do. Relax for one. Now hold the question in your mind: "Is she kissing some random boy?" Now turn on the television. There is a news report and the reporter keeps saying over and over "Yes. Yes it is true that the weather is going to be balmy." All you hear is the YES and freak out and feed your fear that she is. But notice this wheel. There is a monster named Typhon diving into the sea. He holds a triton. He is watery and balmy in nature. He is going under the cosmic sea which tricks us. The false thought WILL have a side effect of the trick, a give away. What are they? Study Typhon's attributes:

FINS
HORNS
TRITON (and things that look like a triton like a FORK or a RAKE)
WATER
DOWN
SOUTH
COLD
6:00 on a clock
and all anagrams of the above words.

The same goes for the other side, the attributes of TRUTH are displayed by Anubis who holds the caduseus and points towards the sun which is dry and the vehicle for nourishing food and crops and warmth.

ANUBIS
DOG
CADUSEUS
FIRE
SUN
UP
NOON
12:00
FEET
Hearing a siren from an ambulance which has a caduseus on it

There's a ton others, I'd have to hear them to be reminded of them, but the point is, if you ask a question cosmically and are looking for clues as to whether the conclusions you draw from your sources are true or false, these attributes and anagrams of them are the keys to help you narrow down and hone your search for whatever nugget of gold you're asking about. And knowing the system instills peace of mind so you're not living in an abyss of fear and questioning, there IS a system for doing this. Pop culture helps a lot too. To master this system make you the fearless (androgynous) sphynx wielding the sword on top who has the answers to whatever question.

Anyway, for what it's worth. There's a lot of other cool stuff you can do also as a reader.

[Anonymous]

In the event that this helps anyone who is weird like me, some pointers I've learned to reading in the dark. There is a system for the weirdos. I don't always use it and find it easier to shut everyone out and not listen when I'm mega frustrated and not getting m immediate needs met, but this is how it works.

Alchemy is the conversion of shit to gold. To dumdums gold is money and wealth and fame and recognition and all that nonsense idiot rappers hold in high esteem. It is not. Gold is simply truth. If you've been blessed with the gift of being alchemically inclined (read: people act weird around you and you experience a shit ton of coincidences) then there are some guidelines to understanding the difference between a "truth" and a "trick." So I chose to regularly listen to and check in with my beloved and I sense he's done the same without even knowing he's doing it, but there's a lot of room for error and reading false things and drawing the wrong conclusion. The system can be used for things other than talking to your beloved, you can ask a question. Often if you ask a question you become the actor in God's little play put on just for yourself where you act out the answer and see the truth. But narrowing down the field of possible answers and honing in on the truth is a tad like playing 20 questions with God in your mind, and he sends YES and NO answers using the following keys so that you can ultimately arrive at the true conclusion as known by God, who happens to know all. It's laborious and can get confusing if you ask too many questions at once because the answers start overlapping.

Okay, so this is the Wheel of Fortune. :cool:

http://insightfulvision.com/gallery/im-arc-oswald/large/Arcane-Arcana-10-roue-de-fortune-wheel-of-fortune.png


Okay. So you are a sign see-er walking through a cosmic sludge of thoughts and ideas and zombies talking at you and giving you information nonstop. From your beloved to ghosts to God to trolls to spirits to ust people simply being themselves, you are receiving information nonstop from music, media, television, internet, family, friends, animals, nature, (That's Entertainment goes into this a bit) etc.. It can become overwhelming. So imagine you are stading at this weird wheel which has a crank and sits in a moonshaped boat on a cosmic ocean. And you ask a question, hold it in your mind "Is she kissing some random boy at this moment thinking it's me?" It sends you into a panic. But there's something you can do. Relax for one. Now hold the question in your mind: "Is she kissing some random boy?" Now turn on the television. There is a news report and the reporter keeps saying over and over "Yes. Yes it is true that the weather is going to be balmy." All you hear is the YES and freak out and feed your fear that she is. But notice this wheel. There is a monster named Typhon diving into the sea. He holds a triton. He is watery and balmy in nature. He is going under the cosmic sea which tricks us. The false thought WILL have a side effect of the trick, a give away. What are they? Study Typhon's attributes:

FINS
HORNS
TRITON (and things that look like a triton like a FORK or a RAKE)
WATER
DOWN
SOUTH
COLD
6:00 on a clock
and all anagrams of the above words.

The same goes for the other side, the attributes of TRUTH are displayed by Anubis who holds the caduseus and points towards the sun which is dry and the vehicle for nourishing food and crops and warmth.

ANUBIS
DOG
CADUSEUS
FIRE
SUN
UP
NOON
12:00
FEET
Hearing a siren from an ambulance which has a caduseus on it

There's a ton others, I'd have to hear them to be reminded of them, but the point is, if you ask a question cosmically and are looking for clues as to whether the conclusions you draw from your sources are true or false, these attributes and anagrams of them are the keys to help you narrow down and hone your search for whatever nugget of gold you're asking about. And knowing the system instills peace of mind so you're not living in an abyss of fear and questioning, there IS a system for doing this. Pop culture helps a lot too. To master this system make you the fearless (androgynous) sphynx wielding the sword on top who has the answers to whatever question.

Anyway, for what it's worth. There's a lot of other cool stuff you can do also as a reader.

Y'know, if you spent less time on this pointless shit and more time doing something constructive, you'd probably be able to get a decent job, instead of babysitting your neighbours' pets and mowing their lawns, or whatever it is you do for a living.

[CrystalGeezer]

Y'know, if you spent less time on this pointless shit and more time doing something constructive, you'd probably be able to get a decent job, instead of babysitting your neighbours' pets and mowing their lawns, or whatever it is you do for a living.

I clean their houses. Tomorrow I'm going to organize a lady's extensive collection of holiday garden signs. Throw out old ones to make room for new ones. :straightface:

[Blue Toe]

I clean their houses. Tomorrow I'm going to organize a lady's extensive collection of holiday garden signs. Throw out old ones to make room for new ones. :straightface:

You don't need to explain yourself to anybody. Especially anonymous cunts.

[Anonymous]

You don't need to explain yourself to anybody. Especially anonymous cunts.

...and your name and address are?

In any event, Crystal wasn't so much "explaining" herself as she was underlining my point.

[penfoldsfive]

I dont know anyone with a good job who finds the time to fuck with ppl on a music forum

[CrystalGeezer]

Why I think Morrissey is not gay. In signs. Because I don't really give a shit anymore so I'm sharing this and I don't care how crazy you think I am.

We went to The Cheesecake Factory last night for dessert. I am a creature of habit and always get the Vanilla Bean Cheesecake and a glass of milk.

First off, look where the waiter sat me:

At a table where there was a defect in the marble that looked like a flacid cock and balls if the balls were on the wrong side and you were looking at it head on and it was cold in the room:

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7110/7514815708_d46a6ae756.jpg

http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8290/7514817298_55404d093d.jpg

So out of nowhere I decide at the last minute to get apple crisp, or "asshole crisp" as it's affectionally called since apples are assholes.

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7256/7514814318_74f722b173.jpg

I think going full brown star makes him flacid. ANd now I look like an asshole because I have to share this GREAT find and it;s all fucking bullshit and I wish I could just order a fucking nightshade berry pie BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE SIGN MONKEY ANYMORE! Assholes forcing me to do this. Fuck you.

Hopefully he is gay so I can move on from all this. AND hopefully he has an opportunity to marry his gay lover in America because I do find marriage very important and believe that gay people should have the freedom to marry, marriage is a beautiful thing. People who hate marriage are assholes for the most part. Who hates that two people share a bond? Assholes.

[Peterb]

Why I think Morrissey is not gay. In signs. Because I don't really give a shit anymore so I'm sharing this and I don't care how crazy you think I am.

We went to The Cheesecake Factory last night for dessert. I am a creature of habit and always get the Vanilla Bean Cheesecake and a glass of milk.

First off, look where the waiter sat me:

At a table where there was a defect in the marble that looked like a flacid cock and balls if the balls were on the wrong side and you were looking at it head on and it was cold in the room:

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7110/7514815708_d46a6ae756.jpg

http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8290/7514817298_55404d093d.jpg

So out of nowhere I decide at the last minute to get apple crisp, or "asshole crisp" as it's affectionally called since apples are assholes.

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7256/7514814318_74f722b173.jpg

I think going full brown star makes him flacid. ANd now I look like an asshole because I have to share this GREAT find and it;s all fucking bullshit and I wish I could just order a fucking nightshade berry pie BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE SIGN MONKEY ANYMORE! Assholes forcing me to do this. Fuck you.

Hopefully he is gay so I can move on from all this. AND hopefully he has an opportunity to marry his gay lover in America because I do find marriage very important and believe that gay people should have the freedom to marry, marriage is a beautiful thing. People who hate marriage are assholes for the most part. Who hates that two people share a bond? Assholes.
Hey, The Utterly Glorious CrystalGeezer, have you ever considered the possibility that he is bi-sexual? What would that do to the state of the universe?
Your Chum in Barnet.

[CrystalGeezer]

Hey, The Utterly Glorious CrystalGeezer, have you ever considered the possibility that he is bi-sexual? What would that do to the state of the universe?
Your Chum in Barnet.

He probably is. As to the state of the universe I don't give a shit really.

[billy scissors]

Why I think Morrissey is not gay. In signs. Because I don't really give a shit anymore so I'm sharing this and I don't care how crazy you think I am.

We went to The Cheesecake Factory last night for dessert. I am a creature of habit and always get the Vanilla Bean Cheesecake and a glass of milk.

First off, look where the waiter sat me:

At a table where there was a defect in the marble that looked like a flacid cock and balls if the balls were on the wrong side and you were looking at it head on and it was cold in the room:
http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7110/7514815708_d46a6ae756.jpg

http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8290/7514817298_55404d093d.jpg

So out of nowhere I decide at the last minute to get apple crisp, or "asshole crisp" as it's affectionally called since apples are assholes.

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7256/7514814318_74f722b173.jpg

I think going full brown star makes him flacid. ANd now I look like an asshole because I have to share this GREAT find and it;s all fucking bullshit and I wish I could just order a fucking nightshade berry pie BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE SIGN MONKEY ANYMORE! Assholes forcing me to do this. Fuck you.

Hopefully he is gay so I can move on from all this. AND hopefully he has an opportunity to marry his gay lover in America because I do find marriage very important and believe that gay people should have the freedom to marry, marriage is a beautiful thing. People who hate marriage are assholes for the most part. Who hates that two people share a bond? Assholes.

You're convincing nobody.Anyway, if it turns out he is licking the other side of the stamp after all, then what you gonna do?

[CrystalGeezer]

You're convincing nobody.Anyway, if it turns out he is licking the other side of the stamp after all, then what you gonna do?

Nothing. He can do whatever he wants. I'm just saying, my frustration I suppose, is that every time somebody suggests that he is gay or he wears a gay symbol or whatever, I get this onslaught of symbols and signs that say, plead, beg for attention that say "IM NOT REALLY INTO IT!" and I feel like I'm supposed to report it to reassure that I'm listening? I dunno. But I'm stuck on this sign-seeing jail where pretty much I hear he's important, he's not technically gay and he's lost reading his signs wrong and taking bad advice. And can I drive the sign car bc he's tired and needs help. He can be gay all he wants, I don't care! Really! I think our Boss is Lady God and She's talking to me trying to convince me that he prefers puss bc that's her house. And Morrissey is the male half of the HA which is the poster child for the sacred feminine so it would symbolically make sense that he prefer to going pink.

I don't know. I don't care. Hunger Games for bored masons is all it is.

[Iona Mink]

Nothing. He can do whatever he wants. I'm just saying, my frustration I suppose, is that every time somebody suggests that he is gay or he wears a gay symbol or whatever, I get this onslaught of symbols and signs that say, plead, beg for attention that say "IM NOT REALLY INTO IT!" and I feel like I'm supposed to report it to reassure that I'm listening? I dunno. But I'm stuck on this sign-seeing jail where pretty much I hear he's important, he's not technically gay and he's lost reading his signs wrong and taking bad advice. And can I drive the sign car bc he's tired and needs help. He can be gay all he wants, I don't care! Really! I think our Boss is Lady God and She's talking to me trying to convince me that he prefers puss bc that's her house. And Morrissey is the male half of the HA which is the poster child for the sacred feminine so it would symbolically make sense that he prefer to going pink.

I don't know. I don't care. Hunger Games for bored masons is all it is.

Apples are arseholes? I don't get it.

I think if you are supposed to beg and plead for attention to appease your gods then is it enough to do it just on a messageboard?

[CrystalGeezer]

Apples are arseholes? I don't get it.

I think if you are supposed to beg and plead for attention to appease your gods then is it enough to do it just on a messageboard?

No, this place is like 5% of my life. I see signs all day. Quietly, nobody knows I'm doing it, but I'm reading and listening while living. It's hard to explain. So the pleading is like....I'll be with a friend and we'll have dinner. Then it'll be time to go and I'm tired and she's tired and it's obvious we just wanna call it a night. Then, anomalously, and that's the key, it has to stick out, she'll randomly announce "I WANNA GO TO THE MALL!" and being a good friend I'll say okaaaaay. Then we get there and she'll kind of zombie out (mozbie: she becomes like a pawn for the sacred feminine Moz or Moon Goodess, flip the z on its side: MoN) and walk me past the sign I'm supposed to see which reads "I prefer the lady parts even though I love men too" and then once I see it, my friend snaps back to herself and starts to say things like "Maybe coming to the mall was a dumb idea. I'm tired." So we could've skipped the whole mall thing if he didn't wear a green carnation. It's hard to explain. I am a friend first and sign reader second, but I am always doing both and the "pleading" part is when I have to go out of my way to see a point. I've got it easy though. I just had to go to the mall. Moz is sending Morrissey all over the fucking world to gather signs and listen to her.

[CrystalGeezer]

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Ciao kids! Its been fun. I'm outtie. :flowers:

[Iona Mink]

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Ciao kids! Its been fun. I'm outtie. :flowers:

Psh. You'll be back. :D