A sign of being on the other side of your peak. I say with all sincerity, I can’t pinpoint with absolute certainty wtether that 512 is AM Monday or Tuesday… but … I’m pretty sure it’s Monday. I could obably sleep soon.
“I come out of the wings reading my stage directions. I complain, because if I were reading my stge directions, they would not say I. They would say he, or something non gender specific, like Floobagorla.
What the… looped inside a what the. Outside first. Who are you and … no wait, inside first, Why are you adlibbing stage directions all of a sudden.
3 buzzres ring in unison. “Is that a thing now?”
3 unrelated people are cut to in fast sucession camera cut zooms and we see them all doing a what the fuck face.
Score. Triple echo loop in the crowd. Oh, and the …
My Universe has chosen to take that moment to remind me I am supposed to be talking as if I actually do have a mentorship tpe audience.
What? Wha—
Yeah I know. I cut it already.
How did it take it?
Well, you know, the shorter they exist between looking at the script in your hand, you interpreting it as if it were your words, then performing an absolutly horific version of it to the people who matter. Even the narator of the story thinks he’s never seen it so bad, but he was only using sarcasm that was actually nominated for the award of worst timing for what you thought was obviously un supportive of her self worth and opinion, but was read into personal universe as fact… yeah. I really should have seen that coming. I litererally (OT) wrote the book on low self esteme.
ding.
Yes Yes… I wasn’t actually finished, so I ask the buzz be belayed 13 seconds and ask that half the time be spent telling me i used belayed corrected. First time caller, log time… well, not caller. oh my.. r. I mean “OH MYyyYYyYyy”
A loud alarm goes off. It sounds very much like the loud alarm you have already created inside your imaginatiion. Is it really a good idea to describe a diferent one now. I had that problem with hypnosis but maybe only on the nights I was using it, but with a heart rate that allowed me to pre0imagine the scenes 3 or 4 times between the words of the recording.
Hyponosis is one of those side … is it a hobby? Is it a festish?
I wish I could explore how much of it effects me, how much of it I allow and enjoy, and whether there is any component that works… is working… or has worked on me. Every so often when I listen to one of the recordings from my OCD collection, I am surprised in a very sad way, while simultainiously feeling joy that I colleted an unconcious idea from hearing this before, not remembered it’s souce, and stole it as my own.
Not quite of course, and certainly recreated in my own way… but it was..
wait a second.
Incoming memory.
Tub.
Where was I debating… What am I remembering?
I wish I could remember the TV series where the wise witch says the closer she gets to beliving it might ctally work, the faster it works. I love that.
If I believe it,
It is so.
But sometimes really believing takes longer than saying you believe, but still locing the silverware in a safe at night when your cousin Marlene is over with Tad. It’s like he laughed at Chad and accepted the challenge to pick the name worse.
Excuse me. Stop. I have a very fresh memory of making an effort to find humour in everything else. Anything that doesn’t derive any pleasure that brings anyone else down, and that isn’t volentary.
“She stops. Swivels a bit and looks aro–“
Are you going to do that through the whole thing?
No. It will be a script next time and you’ll be standing on a stage swiveling around for a bit, exactly the way I described it here in this univefrse that uses text messages to describe their actions and emotions.
Ever since I met clients working among the deaf community, I imagined a really awesome world if everyone learned sign language as their native second language through early grade school. Even now when I suggest that, my mind fills will a number of colourful images flashing across my mind like a multi media powerpioint created this afternoon when the boss told me I had to yse the whole ceiling, not just the screen.
That may have been a stretch. This is, afer all, the point where I am supposed to be trying the side to side pillow swap and if I’m still noticing at 5 or 6, I get up again… but I nver made it, I had a really awesome idea that I rushed here to tell, but didn’t.
DING Lightbulb. I am shaharazadding myself. Well take a look at that. Well played left side.
I never know wha to call the other thing but something new came to me just now.,
I can only feel me. One. may go on and on and on about a HER.
I don’t sabatache so much as move the deadline. It’s what I do. I change the rules of the Universe.
I AM CANADIAN
ref Kirk…. and it’s sabotage.
Kim Catrel says it her way.
WHat was the pool and suds? Just one of the porn? I mean… that sshit is brainwash porn… I’m pretty sure. I’ve seen it before at golden julian fries.
Is that a place?
Kim Catrel? No. She played one of the Savocs.
Why were there two savokcs?… wait… I see what you do. It’s easy. You are the comoflauge that hides some of the options. or, no… wait. You are confusion.
Tking this moment out of time will allow me to describe what I believe might hve happened here. The line that caught my attention was. I’ve seen it before at golden julian fries. Are they Juliean or en? The line is clearly one of the sentences that had a fake news answer thrown on to the end, replacing whaatever it was supposed to be,
In my peripherl, I see not one, but… oh. Actually everyone is giving me that universal symbol that means, wrap it up.
If nobody cares, that is the fault of the storyteller, not the story.
Once you start connecting your realizations and seeing how they relate to you in other ways, more light bulbs come on and suddnely you see a brighter workd in front of you, lit purly by making those lightbulb connections of sudden realization.
Oh no. It can’t be time yet. I didn’t find that script converter. I still have time. There is nobody in the house. It’s not yet 6am. Wait…
Ok. Lets take one quick check. We can’t lose our place. This version of WordPress has breadcrumbs.
It goes to a panel with older and younger judges because it was clear a lot of people didn’t get the reference. They knew what breadcrumbs were in both the food sence, and the metaphore from that core story retold for generations in significantly edited and less terrifying variations each time grandmother filtered it for nyou as she read.
DID YOU KNOW… yeh, probably. Every generation gets it’s own reveals. Things we learn were at honest as shoe elves.
eep cut. I imagined a link. I have brought my friend with me many times while I do end of day duties in this moment, as if each day after the Orange Jeff show. Every day it’s some new pilot. Some things stay. That episode in season 1 when I did the whole thing inside a wheelchair but a solid one… like I was sitting in a 1960s spa elnclosure. ha… Bad. kjwflkwjlfkjfk wlfjwlnefkf Oh. We’ve lost signal I guess. Class dismissed. Rest.
Please.
(side deep joke. How did your mother die? A freak accident where a teacher was telling a riddle… too long. to tired. to obscure. Everyhthing now. sucks. Contine not recommended. Filter is ful Fiter is fill
The Brita is real? Nooooo….
I knew I Brita once. Well… did I? I must have met her once at least. Could I pick her picture out of a lineup? What is this, an interogation?? Did you have toast today?
The Director shouts. Ok.. Back to ones.
We’re calling that Monday now.
What?
Shhh
What?
(the original manuscript found by the arciologists had 3 pages here involving the actors preenting all pulling out guns and killing each other in a mass shooting. It seems to have been X’d out with a Bic Banana marker…. I guess that pre-dated Sharpie. huh. Bic lost a Kleenes Battle to Sharpie.
Smile. Things that make no sense in writing need to believe. Things that go without saying, should be said more often. I think we actuially thought they went without saying but… clearly …
Link to hilarious warning labels.
Hey Mable.
Yaaa Agnes?
Did you hear they had to put a warning lable on … a horse?
You don’t have a clue what you were going to say do you?
You know me too well.
It’s… almost… like…
We were two inner prograns running within one machine with shared memory?
I was going to say you don’t exist, so someimes I forget that I write for both parts.
You keep saying that but I’m not clear.
I know.
And you eek saying that, but it’s frustrating.
I know.
Ahhhhh You keep doing this. I’ve seen it before at Julian Fries.
Aaaand there is how I learned I’m different. I haven’t found anybody else, but I hav to be so careful because I know … well… nothing, but don’t seem to be able to die and I am having fun. Maybe later we can have some fries.
And there is the loop’s purpose. To stay in it. The Fry wars of 2018.
You wake up in 2019. You are sitting in the host position on a set that looks familiar but you can’t quite tell if it’s from here, or wherever you bought it from when that show went off the air in the 70s.
Ad potentioanl. You’ve gone Nose Blind. If I did that, I have to decide hether peope would believe I added the ad later, r write the pievce to fit the client. those are the kind of image questions I fight. Which one is closer to keeping me invisible nd perfect.
6:09am
It’s hard to believe I am going to lay back and close my eyes, and wake up 2 years ago in Halifax Nova Scotia. I hardly even remember the airport. And then when I get here to where these things are located, we wake up again and I’m me… Orange Jeff with all the memories of me like I’ve been herefor years too… but disconected.
You keep staying away for more than 3 days so your re-entery is never smooth like everuone else. You do things the hard way.
Oh that’s clever. You use that too?
That expersssion. I do things the hard way. That expression.
Tat’s not an expression. You literally do things the hard way.
Ahhhh. I’ve upgraded it to an expression in your future. It’s now a teaching part of our BST history.
BST?
I inisted on BST. Bumper STicker Therapy. THe popular vote all wanted to call it a tweet because that was already the kleenes word the people chose. I liked people to realize saying wise things in a packet sized thought has been ariound longer than Twitter. LOnger than Bumper Stickers at the garage on the out skirts of town. Longer than the wood carvings at the cabin half mile past the last gas station on the way into the city.
Before that, they were just quotes. Slogans. Catch Phrases.
Memory saves without a page break continued 26 pages later in same magazine. I remember when I first saw that in a magazine.
Of course, in this universe where we have not jey evolved to show the passage forward in time incremented in writing. I know in my belief that each letter I see here before me was typed during the wave I call NOW. Each click was in the moment of now. The flow of keys included oauses too, as NOW flowed forward.
Oly in our future shows will we include both components thus showing the speed of my thoughts.
I catch myself instinctivly taking the pose of … Nope. I did not do that. I know there is nothing here but silence… at lea…
why.
go to rest.
stop.
but.
I know ensign. I.
No.
It’s ok cadet. IT is fucking cool.
I don’t want to Telephone game the quote so early.
break. repose. refresh.
Happy 6:20 everyone.
I stopped to
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