[Voice Epilogue #3]
Listen to Music 1 & 2 (simultaneous and timed)Zechariah wakes up and dreams about doing things online. In fact, he has largely ignored his online presence ever since the Kansanmarkka campaign begun and he abdicated from the throne of OldDuchy-CK (in 1647, a quarter+ of a century ago). He walks to the Garden Courtyard (named such to differentiate it from other courtyards in the compound, namely the [/u] (in the :,:Malla:Palace:East_Wing:I:Hemp_Courtyard (named after the plans to install a one-way foil roof and grow CAN inside all-year round) and the (:,:)Malla:Palace:West_Wing:II:Winter_Garden) and soon finds that the weather is too cloudy, windy( and even rainy) for Advanced=1-6 written/litera(l/ry) disclosure such as this one. Unfaintful, he grabs the GIN (the main component of his 'Tavastian Breakfast'), 2*CAN (claimed by Mike to have been made with a CAN laced with MUM (poor quality bud enriched by adding angel dust)), and his electronics and the chargers associated, and walks into the Malla:Kitchen_bldg:Master_Bedroom and takes a hit, appreciating the MUM that has made a lowly herb feel like crack. He opens the lid and his heart is joyful when the beep announces a FB message from Kristin (which joy turns to longing upon reading it, ofc):
Today i am a bit sick so we have to postpone our meeting
Therefore (not before taking a long sip of GIN,( both) before and after taking a hit), he has plenty of time to converse with the Voice (who seems elated by the crack circling his host's veins). Zechariah discards the lingering thought of Kristin's azure eyes (color being a useful differentiator between the eyes of the different Kristins circling around HIM).
After CONSUME BRE 4 [toasted, with Feta cheese and seasalted butter], he gently gives a fuck to his life:
"The Universe has begun to show the sunny side to the ++/-- (pure polarisation) people and the System erected by the +-is cracking. The key to achieve the 'escape velocity' is to give little to no fucks to anything outside the immediate reach of intent (IRI)."
The wisdom is such that it begs a question (the question, ofc, being: 'why is Z suddenly so wise, given the early hour?'.) The answer is that he wants to be HIGH in a balanced way, and finally remembered that KI (Potassium Iodide) solution CAN also be applied to the skin (ie. according to usage instructions found in the leaflet enclosed), and hence plastering it to the thin inside of an ankle (or any other area of skin tbh), leads to I HIGH. Angeldust is apparently a combined MUS/MUM product, so the base of CAN makes it ['the breakfast' (ed.)] almost primed to perfection. The missing link is, ofc, tobacco products (CIG, SHI, COH), of which (despite their number of items) no instances were found upon cursory inspection.
"One CAN become transparent to the system by boosting the individual rate of thought, therefore compressing so many fucks to the unit of time that the system
cannot see you (
-CAN C U). It is comparable to being allowed to move 12 times in chess per one of the opponent(, and pick the starting ranks and positions of your pieces, and start as white), or having an AEGIS cruiser battlegroup against a single trireme (presumed hostile), armed with greek fire and 180 slaves with oars theoretically usable as spears or mace, upon individual choice. The effect of this is that only a single fuck needs to be given to (all of the) system every once in a while, allowing 1000s of fucks to be given to each facet of one's own life, each waking hour. Thus the System is effectively ignored, as the first due date notice for a $x,xxx,xxx debt in any currency, receives a fuck before being thrown to the fire to heat up the outdoor bathing barrel, but the subsequent ones do not, as they are incinerated unopened, if the sender is logically deducible from the envelope.
You have those
Maslow's bodily and soulish needs, starting from the primary ones (such as 'breathe' or 'P'), going to the higher frequency combined emotions, such as 'the need to see her eyes once again before final departure, to relay the message that he accepts her need to fulfil the wish of her dead father when he swore that 'yanks will never get it alive', stabbing his wife and kids to death and torching the newly-built mansion in fire with the 100 bales of the best cotton Georgia has to offer to the world, to keep the house in the family forever, and therefore the hand of the fate that sealed her decision to marry that darned man instead of the tender
Heathcliff, while in his mind still attributable to pride and prejudice, is - however - the only way to fulfil the strict custom of the
Earnshaws'."
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