The Illimitable Ocean of Inexplicability

Month: January, 2015

Do not ye call me ‘Wizard’ for I have attained my skill through great effort and not by the influencing of supernatural forces!

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Many, weak of mind and spirit as they be, see Pinball only as a game of chance that if its mastery be desired one would have as their only recourse to apply to the dark forces that do hold up supernatural powers in exchange for eternal souls. However, while many do take this route, well traveled as it is, and pathetically lazy as they are, I (at great personal danger, due to the anger of demons and the like) have taken the path forsaken by all but those few who throughout the ages of man are called ‘Hero’, and today, as I do every Saturday, make promise to venture forth into dark arcades filled with the howling of those banshees of Rock and Roll for the purpose of putting down any and all practitioners of the abominable arts and then, once victorious, hold up to view for this world, and the world we cannot see the ultimate power that is the learned ability to carry out a task well.

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Another Glimpse into the Development of “Hosh-Kaboo!™”

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IMG_2678‘Hosh-Kaboo!’™ in casual business attire

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I would tell you that due to overwhelming response it became necessary for me to post another look at everyone’s soon to be favorite new friend, ‘Hosh-Kabbo!’™, but, as you are probably one of the many who went absolutely bonkers over the last post regarding this subject there really is no need to. People went crazy. Simple as that. There’s nothing more one need say about the reaction to what will be an amazing addition to the pantheon of two-dimensional illustrated heroes. Other words would come, of that you can be sure, though it will be the pauses between that describe more deeply the emotions brought forth from places within us that will be recalled when years from now young ones, happily playing with their ‘Hosh-Kaboo!’™ action figures, or curled up warmly under their ‘Hosh-Kaboo!’™ printed sheets and blankets, will, over and over, ask to hear the story of how you were there at the making of one such as he.

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A Glimpse into the Development of “Hosh-Kaboo!™”

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Many believe, for reasons too numerous to attempt a proper review here, that beloved cartoon characters such as, ‘Canyon Pete and Billy’, or, ‘The Floating Head and Wilson’ just magically appear within their respective comics ready and willing to entertain and inform humanity, to uplift their spirits with laughter, and to expand their consciousness with the blinding light of truths bravely told. Oh, if only this were true, as children of all ages would wish it to be, but, alas, these representatives of our own human nature in cartoon disguise must be, over bewilderingly long periods of time, patiently coaxed from some not at all understood realm existing in what a great many religious traditions refer to as ‘the soul’.

Here now is your invitation to take a special look into the formation of what many already know to be the two-dimensional illustrated character that will finally set the record straight about a great many things, and in so doing provide us all a reminder of our shared humanity as we venture forth into an unknown future a little more boldly with the help of ‘Hosh-Kaboo!™’.

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IMG_2675Studies for proposed outward appearance of ‘Hosh-Kaboo!’™

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If I have told you once

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nonsense

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“Oh, have you now”? might be how you’d respond to me informing you of the unsurprising fact that I have had enough of your nonsense. Some of you may even resort to, “You’ve had enough of my nonsense”?, attempting to imply, I can only guess, that I should perhaps be more concerned with an excess of nonsense which is imagined to be mine before going around informing others that I have had enough of theirs. This, as you should be already painfully aware, is complete nonsense, and, furthermore, nonsense that is, without a doubt, yours, and therefore way beyond the limit of what I can any longer endure, and why I have, once again, had to inform you of the fact that I have had enough of it.

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as always,

The President and Founder

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Old School

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see also:

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“old skool”

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Reenact

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Take that guy for instance

I don’t now what he did

and even If I knew what he’d done

it wouldn’t really matter

because he’s just about finished

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A trifling few of you, out there beyond the secure borders of my beloved Institute, dare, even for that dreaded ‘moment’, to peek behind the heavy curtain which has hung so long, tattered and torn through the ages, but still hiding well what lies behind. This is not, as you would readily agree in confidence, though swear no knowledge of in public, a surprise, and for the greater portion of the population never will be as everyone whispers warnings about what ills befall those who attempt to see for themselves. Yes, I can hear your protests, “Not me”, you cry out, “I would never”!, you swear, “I’m different”! , you plead, yet, in all honesty, not even you are convinced and in failure retreat to one camp or the other where you listen in silence to their conversations in order that you may know, when spoken to, what to say.

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Are you kidding me with this?

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posty

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If only if only if only

I said it three times fast

a wish for the future

  my lament for the past

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Part I

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If only you were kidding me. If only anyone was kidding me, if only I was kidding you, if only we were kidding ourselves. Sadly, I’m not, they’re not, no one is, not about this, no, this is not a joke, not some funny story you can tell your friends over drinks at a comfortable establishment located in the fashionable section of your city, no, it is, I’m afraid, in fact, really quite serious. You see, in the future, the near future to be honest, a future closer than some among you may be comfortable imagining, things, every thing actually, you now take for granted, will be turned upside down, inside out, as well as round and round, and there will be nothing, not a single thing at all, you, or anyone can do about any of it. Like everyone, however, in this soon to be reality you will be allowed to spend a more than generous amount of your days exchanging grievances with others in large halls set aside for that very purpose passing hour after hour contentedly sipping the complimentary beverages from paper strawed boxes and belly aching at your leisure while taking in the aching of others bellies until your allotted time has ended and you, and your fellow grumblers walk in silence the short distance through the dusky post modern landscape back to your small, but more than adequate for a solitary inhabitant, quarters to dream of unrealized resentments locked away deep within your psyche that you will excitedly look forward to proclaiming publicly at your next given opportunity.

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Glories of Western Civilization

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The Gradual Modernizer Quietly Leaves Behind this Existence While Young Women on Opioids Move The Doomsday Clock Closer to Midnight

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After sponge bath by lighted candle

a John Carpenter Fog rolls in

and I am ready

as I could ever be

for the ending

to begin

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Some of you, that is, at least the some of you this directly applies to, may recall my mentioning previously how, just recently, I had no time, nor was I in the mood for what has long been identified correctly as ‘your nonsense’. Well, I can assure you that in the interim between what was then, and what is now, nothing has changed. Neither has my overall attitude undergone any noticeable shift in regards to ‘your nonsense’, nor have I, not even for a brief moment, found myself in the possession of even the smallest amount of extra time that I would ever, of my own accord, make the decision to use for the purpose of contemplating it. This, I must state, as many of you out there, prone to conspiracy theory, and fantasies of oppression, will, no doubt, attempt to imagine my intentions otherwise, does not mean that you cannot, at your will, and in any manner you find pleasing, carry on with whatever ‘nonsense’ you would consider ‘yours’.

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your pal,

The President and Founder

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A change of heart

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Stahleck Castle by Lambert Doomer

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Not a single one of you was, until now, aware of the utter disdain I felt for the international superstar, Kanye West. Nor did you, even for a moment consider how, when seeing his image I did seethe with a rage one would think came directly from the fabled fiery forges of hell, but, I tell you now, it is true, and more terrible still, though I, in good conscience, cannot further inform you of the evil I held within my heart for so long. However, as of yesterday, at about this time, I had ‘a change of heart’. This shift in my opinion, this great change in how I feel came upon me in an instant, as if by magic, with the reading of nothing more than the words of the man himself which I do now gladly share with you.

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“When you see paintings in an old castle, people are not smiling cause it just wouldn’t look as cool.”

– Kanye West

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