Re:We will see what an oracle isn’t and what I believe it is…
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Hey Diddle diddle.
The cat loves to fiddle,
The Moores stay over the moon,
The little fans laugh to see such a sight,
but the sopranos run away with the spoon (or statue or whatever it is.)
It’s that America ep’ there’s something about that.
But will BSG win….. No
will Sopranos win…… most def
Will it easier or harder to find good work and ideas in the churning future of popular culture….. possibly…..
Will RDM chart these waters with ease….. in name only but adjustment to what is called for and what he delivers is, at best ……sketchy.
You have to be able to adjust style…. or you will find a time without work.
Holy crap in a basket….. I’ve been finally watching Carnivale and man, you thought BSG was dark; …..this sucker is like that dark mineshaft they put what’s his face in. After Pick a Number I seriously thought man I’m nutty but this man is needs some frakin’ help.
And voila; I came i saw , I helped, I ‘m trying to move on, and well I’m running…away from this. Whe he goes dark he’s scary and nothin’ is pulling him free.
Inherent darkness, his goes real deep; no wonder Brother Dowl drinks in excess. And cold, the Mother of the chick killed; she’s brassy but cold. people give you all kinds of cover to protect themselves from hurt. Denial, ruthlessness, coldness, silence, aggressiveness, and any addiction.
We attract to us those of like-mindedness. So, one must ask oneself do I or will in know this person for a reason,a season or for a lifetime?
Me, the connection is for a season or a duration of finite time less than ten years. This season is nearly done.
We change throughout our lifetime several times; make sure you two over the moonsters can change together.
Who can afford your writing if no we cannot watch TV; who will praise you when all around you are those that cannot feed their children. You are an empty voice; a hawker of dark wares no one will buy when despair grips their soul.
You must grapple this demon to spit out hope. If you want to live on, you must lighten; no one will buy ideas of dark in dark times.
And not brassy hard hope; “you MUST fell this way because i am a person of import and I tell you to.”
GO! (I hate that frackin’ answerfor twenty questions, I’d tell you to shove that GO right up your rear; I’m not racing…. I’m not kissing ass to have questions answered with your Almighty hand. You are a scribe; your ideas are gifts, to be given and taken away. Your wife may deify you out of love, and your peers and fans out of loyalty; but I deify no one.
When you are ready to come off the high mountain you’ve perched yourself on and talk real; you know where I am.
This hard hope does not capture minds and hearts; it is not true goodness if defended by those that belittle others. That is why joy does not rely on sci-fi; it is false brightness, it is hard, cold and unfeeling…. it is exclusionary and insular.
It will not last; its foundation is built from greed and need for gratification of egos. Thus it will fail; like all institutions like it before and all that will follow. Without heart, the body dies.
“Over the moon” ‘snort’ you’re not even in orbit. Stationary you are and stationary you will remain; too much attachment to earthly desires you are; and no room for what I say.
We are beginning a cycle of spirals downward turn; this is but the beginning; this will worsen; and as you said “what happened before will happen again…” it only takes a few years of drought, to make grit in your eye.
And we are just as unprepared as our forebearers…. may be even less so.
And um, if he still smokes and it’s nicotine it’s not an indulgence, it’s addiction. Which means you don’t see when he smokes unless you are in his presence 24/7.