Symbolic Stuff Nobody Gives a Crap About

Another thing God is ribbing me about is that He set up something SOOO PERFECTLY to show off my mad medium skillz. RB brought up The Simpsons and I was supposed to point out that the bully sings the praises of the HA, that's how it was introduiced into pop culture 20 years ago slyly and I totally dropped the ball. I was supposed to say NELSON is great because he goes HA HA and then the next day Nelson retired to heaven but God forgets I get all tired and crabby when I'm on my period and I don't play my best game, He knows I'm a hard worker though so it's all good. :p But today He's saying how I goofed that one up. Whatever, God. :rolleyes: Go do some miracles and let me clean. Lol. Nag.
 
Adam was my Jake, this was during the Jake years too. Would you believe that he left me for a woman named Eve?

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Wanna see something eerie? I don't know if augsie does casting but watch LA Story. NAILED Adam big time, that scene where he's looking out the window? It's creepy. (Adam was really dumb and very zombie.)

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Don't watch LA Story though, it'll just piss you off. It's very John Barleycornesque smear campaign stuff, unless you imagine you're the enemy in the ending but it takes mental strength.

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I mean enemy in a loving, world peace way, of course.
 
One year with Evan I decided to get a Christmas tree. I was at home decorating it and he came home from work upset that I was cooking something that he wasn't in the mood for and without even saying hello he walked over to me decorating the tree, picked up the tree, took it outside and smashed it into the the patio. THe rest of the night was typical.

Barney is being much more festive about it all. :p

A tree is like tea, I'm getting over it.
 
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St. Michael can detect what's false. He's the sphinx.

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Morrissey helped me to figure out the snake thing. So Michael on his trip around the wheel (while under water in some disciplines) encounters two snakes. One is hot and one is cold. He has to determine which one to believe as they are both talking to him and giving him advice. The cold one gets killed.

In pigsty you can hear a duel in the background. Morrissey is Michael listening to the duel (the swords can be equated to snakes) and has to decipher which one is telling him the truth. It's all very old school Hermetic Studies sung by a beautiful voice.

 
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Don't make fun of my awesome two dollar shades over the glasses, it gets the job done. :D

I wanted to show you yesterday how I talk to cats but it was too hectic so I'll share it today.

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That's the cat in the trap in the backseat of my car the other day, it was very calm in the car like it knew cars from a past life. He wasn't big into eye contact for the camera though. If you remember from another thread, I had to trap the cat because the tenants were complaining. THinking that it might be a pet that wandered into our complex I brought it into my house so I could take it;s photo and post fliers. I discovered quick that it was NOT a housecat, it was a wild feral cat that went bonkers inside. So instead of taking it to the "shelter" that would gas it that day, I took him to San Dimas Canyon where I release the opossums. WHen I released him you could tell he was in heaven, leaping and bounding and already hunting birds before I could put the trap back in my car. But I worried for days, always thinking of him, was he safe, was he eaten by a coyote, was he getting enough to eat. I carried these thoughts in my head because I was responsible for his relocation.

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Okay, so yesterday I was making the rounds cleaning the tables and sweeping and tidying. This table is where Rene sits and smokes cigarettes. THe night before yesterday I saw Rene smoking and said hello. (Rene is a man.) He was wearing a tank top and it was probably 30˚ out so I said talking to Rene "Aren't you freezing?" and he said, "I'm fine." and smiled. SHort and sweet. It was an anomaly because normally Rene is a talker. So I leave and process that evening the phrase NEAR ACT. I was trying to deduce what that meant, why it kept popping in my brain. Then I phonetically anagrammed it to NEER CAT and deduced that Rene was speaking for the cat. At that moment he was fine, the cat used Rene to tell me that. But it isn't enough, you have to triangulate that for further evidence and I got it yesterday morning. I didn't know but apparently the cat used to sleep on the chair where Rene sits to smoke, it was covered in cat hair, so I could further deduce that Rene was the cat.

It all sounds very crazy, but that's how you talk to cats. Through people. THe only way i could definitely prove he's doing fine is to go back to San Dimas Canyon and look for him, but LAST NIGHT I had a dream I was deliciously devoured and that might be him. :o Let's hope not though. :p
 
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I figured out a few years ago a voice that was tripping me up. I'd be out running errands and I'd hear this "Faster." People around me would say things like "Hurry" and "Andele" and anagrams of those words. I thought it was a comment on how I'm a slow at solving puzzles or something to do with San Luis Obispo which is called SLO. It wasn't. It was Barney wanting me to hurry up and get back home. :D When I take him with me it eliminates that voice and there's less Language of the Birds pressure.
 
My most prized possession.

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When I played imaginary everything by myself in Lancaster, I had one constant companion. He's been in the toilet, in the snow, in the sun, had all eyes and nose replaced, been restuffed, had a leg replaced, been washed a bunch of times because I took him EVERYWHERE. This is my first best friend, Jack. :D
 
My most prized possession.

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When I played imaginary everything by myself in Lancaster, I had one constant companion. He's been in the toilet, in the snow, in the sun, had all eyes and nose replaced, been restuffed, had a leg replaced, been washed a bunch of times because I took him EVERYWHERE. This is my first best friend, Jack. :D

I'm sorry, but I have to like this
 
It doesn't matter, it's just lovely, very bittersweet n sad, and it just touched heart :)
 
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I would take a bullet for everyone of these people.
 
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You know what happens when you catch a pic from Boz then beam on the way home at your fortune and take your pants off and leave the pic in them and they get washed? You're left with a plain pink pic and a photograph for memories. :( :p

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