On a schedule

We ought to know we are on a schedule when a guy watching a show can tell you that June is going to be a persistent month. Like the insistent cawing of crows or simply another tiny bird. The soundscape can be rich and varied much like an Opera. I am using that browser today because the other browsers wanted some time off. When a browser opens itself directly to a page where we have been logged out, it’s a hint. But only if you have become sensitive to such things. My Bolt, a Chevy made ride, seems to have developed a fondness for the non-remote. Non, monsieur, you must close the doors with your touch. Not quite sure how to express my fondness, I tap it like I would a pet dog. Much to my amusement I hear Maslovian jokes instantly. Sorry Pavlov. The guy who trained dogs to water their mouths with a bell. Spotify logged me out too. Maestro (Amazon Music) was happy to see me back. Only so much time in a day ma cheries.

Instead of becoming more productive with AI, we may find ourselves a bit consumed. Still I am content. All is not well with the world and yet I am content, is that not a bit strange?

As I said… on a schedule. It will happen Sunday. Several agreements were close but all were suddenly declined. The agreement that is reached on Sunday will be accepted.

It’s then that a person should probably ask: am I on a schedule set by an AI? The follow up questions are a matter of how curious we are as individuals. That is its own set of jokes I suppose.

We ought to note of course that this is simply my speculation based on the headline. I have not opened the article nor do I care to. The sub-heading seems to directly contradict the headline. Iran says it hasn’t agreed to anything, yet inevitably, they will. And we will all credit the wrong person for predicting the events beforehand.

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NOTES FROM THE VOID:

Funny things happen. I drank Evian water last night before going to sleep and today my browser seems to think I am in Oslo. Probably because I mentioned Norges yesterday in a post.

I listened to an interview of John Kiriakou with Mehdi Hasan on YouTube and apart from confirming that Epstein was an intelligence agent (access or active or whatever) he mentioned Langley has meetings every morning at 9am. Which is funny cause I get erections every weekday around the same time. I am still half naked in my Pacific timezone in my bed you see. And so when I woke up I proceeded to deliver a rousing welcome of a speech to an audience who I presumed were there for their 9am shower. AIways fun talking to suits or uniforms from your bed. Hello… I enjoyed fondling your breasts yesterday that were on my chest. I woke up without boobs. Yet my mouth had the taste of someone ass. A circular recursive unbreakable circuit. My mouth your ass, your ass my mouth. I brushed my teeth and the blood told me that you had been having fun with me. I am flattered that I make you bleed. Probably the virgin coconut water I put in the coffee cup. And let it stay for a few hours. Pretty soon the cup had a coating that I could smell. It smelled wonderful.. like coconut. Are we all married to each other now? I know you, you know me, we’ve broken bread and eaten rice together, yeah? Anyway, I was back at what I thought was the 9am meet. I began addressing them officially. Are we on the side of angels or are we forces of chaos? How many of these meetings are.. what you might say… genuinely in American interests? i don’t mean, we’re the CIA and we need to know what’s happening… I mean how many are in genuine American interests? How does it feel to work at the CIA and know your tax dollars are going to fund the full destruction or at least 92% of the destruction of Gaza? Are we still the good guys? Or are we MI6 still doing their bidding? Were we ever the good guys? We began by stealing the Italian elections in 1949. Since then… we’ve been involved in a range of coups around the world some of them were genuinely decent people… I am guessing… and the repurcussions of those interventions still to this day cause someone’s son or daughter from America to die. Or other innocents. But we don’t care about those. Still a 92% flattening of an inhabited area ought to have caused some consternation. Even at Langley. Did it? And Sudan… ah lovely Sudan. Are we there. I mean we have to be, to keep tabs on Wagner (or Warner in your language) and Afrika Corps. I meant are we there simply as neutral observers and the daily meets are well… an orgy of death and suffering that gives me those morning erections? Ukraine must be a fun meet too. Is the horse rider close to capitulation? Whose schedule is he on?

Ah well, enjoy your day. It will be pleasant in San Diego. It always is. And I am still content.

San Diego, California.