59 Responses to “CHAPHASH (2666)”

  1. Absolutely remarkable. I think you are the first to decipher the Bolzano title.

    • * Angel Number 2666 encourages you to observe the obvious. You may be overlooking a pattern that may relate to relationships and/or associations. Pay attention when in the company of others and observe their energies. Do their words match their energies? See your intuitive abilities and good judgement to see through any falsehoods. Try to create healthier and more earnest and honest relationships, but remain true to yourself above all else. Be prepared to calmly walk away from unhealthy and/or toxic relationships when you know that they do not positively serve your highest good.

      Also review your financial standings and look carefully at all aspects. Make decisions as to how to proceed towards financial stability and freedom.

      Number 2666 relates to number 2 (2+6+6+6=20, 2+0=2) and Angel Number 2. AnonymousMonday, November 07, 2016
      While looking down at my odometer at a traffic stop, 2666, okay whatever… As I lifted my head to check on the light, a car pulls up in front of me with its license plate reading 2666! Had to look up the significance of this providential guidance! In so few words, this article summarized to what I should do with what I’m facing presently.

      • And there slouched the Boudoir Poet, just down from Mount Baldy and positively reeking of high-priced spirituality. So I sez, “Hey man, I got just two questions: how much does this enlightenment Cost? And will I be able to CHARGE this retreat?”

      • As to the State’s assertion that it was in fact MY DNA at the scene of the alleged crime, I refer back to affadavit ¶CYX-37-D §UT-710, which details the facts of my being abducted and forcibly cloned by the Raelians, along with Rodney Dangerfield for the perpetration of wanton, unbridled criminal activity, much like that documented by noted Presidential advisor, Professor Alex Jones. And even if it WAS my DNA, I could still claim “diminished capacity” on account of my being busy “battling my inner demons” n’stuff. Hey, ya like Art? Who doesn’t?

      • Mad in France Says:

        And back at the Plaza, is a sprawling suite furnished and decorated in the best of taste, with gracefully curved and bent 57th Street antiques everywhere and spacious plush couches and sparkling chandeliers, the Wolfking is saying:
        “I think there’s a lot of black magic going on. I believe in black magic. I’ve felt as though some people have been fiddling around with it in connection with me. Hexed me. People can do it even unconsciously, but when it’s done consciously it’s very strong. I’ve been conscious of the fact that I should live my life a certain way, and when certain temptations come up I say no thanks. I mean, Terry Melcher and Dennis Wilson and the people who were living with Manson at Dennis’ house used to call me all the time, you know, and say come on over, it’s incredible. I’d just shudder every time. I’d say no, I think I’ll pass. I just wouldn’t get into it. And I was invited to Sharon’s home that evening when it happened, and I got drunk and passed out. Ran to the nearest bottle immediately. I just have a natural… feeling about those things.
        “I think it’s hard to survive. If you want to lead the kind of life that we lead, then you have to be very aware of what’s going on in the world, because it’ll kill you, right off. I think if you’re assassinated or murdered you can trace it back to a series of mistakes that you made to put yourself in that position. The victims get killed. And if you don’t want to be a victim then you have to make a conscious effort not to be. It’s not a matter of protecting yourself with your intelligence. Picking the right situations to involve yourself in, and staying out of the other ones. Like, Al here filmed Altamont. I would neve
        r have been at Altamont, either as a spectator or as a performer. I just wouldn’t. I would know not to do that. I’m surprised Mick didn’t know not to do things like that… As God has been losing his percentage, the Devil has been picking up a lot of that percentage. Things have become very demonic.”
        And you remember that what drove Mick Jagger in Performance, drove him over the brink into a weird metamorphosis consummated with sex and violence way past aberrance in an other-world of cosmic sensation with the only morality a matter of how far out you’re brave enough and demented enough to go, what drove him was a curse, a demonic quest for doom. But, take a breath:
        “There is another area that doesn’t encompass God or the Devil. That’s the area to go to.”
        Phillips is a successful survivor. He’s too smart to burn up. And he’s back from the lull after the First Golden Era, his record is a breath of fresh air, and now he’s making this movie, wrestling the shade of Lord Byron. It was a pleasure to be an extra.

      • Elvira Chaudoir Says:

        Well, they’ve made a Golden Idol of the girl you used to be
        Hangin’ bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree.
        Yeah, they’ve dressed you fit for killin’ in your thrillin’ new disguise
        Nailin’ artificial spangles to the diamonds in your eyes
        In that golden coach that turns into a bed,
        You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead.

        ‘Cause they’ll paint your burning beauty with a coat of shiny lies
        And they’ll blind you with their wine so you won’t even realize
        ‘Til you watch the face you’re washing disappearing down the drain
        And you’re staring in your mirror going privately insane
        And that golden crown they’ve pushed down on your head
        You better make it, gal, before you wake up dead.

        Look around them golden sidewalks that you’re walking on today
        And you’ll see that lonely gutter just a careless step away
        And that altar that they’re building you don’t even understand
        ‘Cause you’re dazzled by the flashing of the daggers in their hands.

        You’ll be dancing in the darkness when their music disappears
        And the jangle of your chains will be the only sound you hear
        ‘Til your broken body’s bleeding on an altar made of stone
        And you’ve sacrificed your soul to please a world that’s sick and wrong
        And you never heard a single word I said.
        Aww, make it, gal, before you wake up dead.

      • IT WAS THE NUMBER, stellar outcome, WERE IT TO HAVE EXISTED other than as a fragmented, agonised hallucination; WERE IT TO HAVE BEGUN AND ENDED, a surging that denied, and closed, when visible at last, by some profusion spreading in sparseness; WERE IT TO HAVE AMOUNTED to the fact of the total, though as little as one; WERE IT TO HAVE LIGHTED, IT WOULD BE, worse no more nor less indifferently but as much, CHANCE Falls the plume, rhythmic suspense of the disaster, to bury itself in the original foam, from which its delirium formerly leapt to the summit faded by the same neutrality of abyss
        NOTHING of the memorable crisis where the event matured, accomplished in sight of all non-existent human outcomes, WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE a commonplace elevation pours out absence BUT THE PLACE some lapping below, as if to scatter the empty act abruptly, that otherwise by its falsity would have plumbed perdition, in this region of vagueness, in which all reality dissolves

      • Mad in France Says:

        Lichtenberg was a member of the Hanover chapter of the Lunar Society until his death in 1777, so his sculpture will be unveiled during an international Lunar Society meeting of all 13 secret Lunar Society chapters taking place this July 7th, 2007, or 07.07.07.

      • Oh well, There’s Always More Sculpture!

      • Dr Cringeworthy Says:

        You know, this would all make so much sense, if only Lichtenberg hadn’t actually died in 1799, instead of 1777. Oy!

      • Almost as though this whole “sculpture” bit was just an excuse to insert a bunch of sevens into the narrative. How insidious!

      • Mad in France Says:

        There’s more here than meats the “I”.

      • “I” is another.

      • “In fact, he added, David Berkowitz—whose information Terry insists has turned out to be extremely accurate—has told him that the headquarters of the many disparate satanic organizations involved in crime is in Venice, California, and that the most active of all these groups includes approximately 50 people, some of whom are locally well-known art gallery owners.” Hey, ya like Art? Who doesn’t?

      • item: series of notes left on cars in vicintity of Ozone/Dudley/Rose seeking a lost “dog,” “dog” a drawing of a weird looking animal with a narrow maw and long limbs with extra joints, name was something biblical or demonic (Baphomet? Balthazar?) and phone number was written old style as an exchange, GRamercy something, I think. Reward offered. These were printed on old fashioned computer paper with the holes in the edges and the serated bit, and some of the notes had feces smeared on them. Saw a few myself and heard of others, last summer and fall. Helped a neighbor clean her windscreen. Also, there seems to have been a second issue of the Tuesday Weld fanzine (or at least another issue, it being unclear which one came out first). This one was called “Tuesday’s Child Obliterated” and featured a cover photo of T. Weld’s face and shoulders superimposed over a rough drawing of a heavily pregnant figure with arrows piercing the chest and belly and going right through the demonic “child” in the womb. Inside were reprints of teen dating advice columns from the 1950s or 1960s and drawings of recognizable beachfront Venice and Santa Monica businesses with the signage all in Cyrillic.

        Somebody asks, what does this mean, is it a key?

      • digital-fates-flash-past-fast .

      • A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was that notwithstanding many declarations and more music, not even notwithstanding the choice and a torch and a collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat and a vacation and even more noise than cutting, notwithstanding Europe and Asia and being overbearing, not even notwithstanding an elephant and a strict occasion, not even withstanding more cultivation and some seasoning, not even with drowning and with the ocean being encircling, not even with more likeness and any cloud, not even with terrific sacrifice of pedestrianism and a special resolution, not even more likely to be pleasing. The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.

      • Mad in France Says:

        So it would only stand to reason that if Lichtenberg didn’t really die in 1777, then he probably won’t die in 2666 either. Or 3999 for that matter.

      • #1777 דִּין diyn {deen}
        or (Gen. 6:3) דּוּן duwn {doon}

        a primitive root [comp. H0113]; TWOT – 426; v
        —Hebrew Word Study (Transliteration-Pronunciation Etymology & Grammar)

        1) to judge, contend, plead
        1a) (Qal)
        1a1) to act as judge, minister judgment
        1a2) to plead a cause
        1a3) to execute judgment, requite, vindicate
        1a4) to govern
        1a5) to contend, strive
        1b) (Niphal) to be at strife, quarrel

      • Elvira Chaudoir Says:

        Tuesday Weld Lunar Coaxing…

      • I have been glancing into some of the rooms…


      • “This book is available to Los Angeles Lunar Society members only, alas.”

      • “The simple act of going up a staircase seems to be a disorienting experience, taking you away from safety towards the unknown.”

      • You may direct questions, answers, requests, bequests, or the usual trivial gibberish to NORA c/o Dr Benway at Oliban Acres in Santaroga, California 91777.

      • The air here at the Oliban Foundation is always spicy, and lemony fresh! And I wouldn’t want to live anyplace but Santaroga! The Jaspers komboucha is excellent, although most tourists complain about the (mostly nonexistent) cable service, and how their iphones, ephones, smartphones and dumbphones don’t work here-no apps, no selfies, no pinterest-no interest ’cause we don’t need that here…just a’sittin on the front porch ’round sunset watching stained glass for the inner eye in the cathedrals of the mind, like any decent dip in the Lunar Society punchbowl.

      • Bernice Pochechnik Says:

        For further details contact Kitten Lang #77 at Condor’s Lair.

      • All I know is that my toaster is listening in on my conversations, and my Swiffer® is spying on me! No, I don’t know how. What am I? INSPECTOR GADGET??

      • “2007 ends with a number seen as special around the world. To Christians it represents perfection, while Muslims speak of seven heavens. To others it is lucky, magical or powerful (as well as being the spot count on a ladybird). So will the coming year be special too? To help you decide, and prepare, Simon Usborne reveals the secrets of the mystical number seven.”

      • In Arabic and Urdu script, seven takes the shape of a large “V”. In Telugu, a descendant of the ancient Indian Brahmi script, it is written as a backwards “S” and in Gujarat it resembles a “9” with an extended tail.

      • Edible Moss Says:

        So, in Arabic or Urduic, V x V equals 49. That’s a lot!

      • You are doubtless aware that Bob Dylan faked his motorcycle crash — or rather, that it was faked on his behalf by the shadowy elders who inhaled him, Rapture-style, into their flying saucer, leaving his bike to wobble riderless into the verge of an empty Woodstock road. Once aboard, as we now know, Dylan was detoxed, deprogrammed, demystified, swept head to toe by otherworldly lights, and then deposited with (naturally) no memory of the event outside the office of Dr Ed Thaler of Middletown, New York, who gave him a neck brace and a pat on the head. In the weeks that followed, Dylan grew irreversibly quaint and rural, knotty as an old tree. His rate of production dropped off, and his friends realized slowly that he would never again be capable of lines like “As the crow flies, I got second prize / But the spies in your eyes have deodorized my french fries.”
        Did Georges Ivanovitch Gurdjieff, Greco-Armenian mystic, guru, carpet salesman, and dance teacher, fake his crash, too? Not likely — it almost finished the old rogue off. The year was 1924, and Gurdjieff’s commune/psychic-rehab facility at the Chateau du Prieuré in Fontainebleu, France, had been operating at full steam for over a year, its ample grounds peopled by poets whom Gurdjieff had sentenced to dig holes and professors who had rediscovered themselves as dishwashers and feeders of pigs. This was the Institute for the Harmonious Development of Man, the place of the Fourth Way, Gurdjieff’s pragmatic but unpredictable assault on illusion, automatism, and the spiritual sleep of modern man. The blistered neurotics in the tomato patch were his shock troops, as were the home-schooled dancers with whom he had just returned from a slightly apocryphal “tour” of the US.
        Gurdjieff’s driving was very bad indeed, and very dangerous. As one observer noted, he operated his automobile like he was riding a horse. Delivered to the Prieuré in May 1923, his Citroën was both an imperial pleasure and the instrument of his private vengeance against mechanization. “He drove like a wild man,” wrote Kathryn Hulme in her memoir Undiscovered Country, “cutting in and out of traffic without hand signals or even space to accommodate his car in the lanes he suddenly switched to.” One accident had already been mysteriously survived, in the course of which Gurdjieff’s memory deserted him. He woke up twelve hours later, still at the wheel, in the middle of a forest, where “a big wagon loaded with hay had stopped in front of the car and the driver was standing at my window tapping on it with his whip.”
        The next time was not so dreamy. Gurdjieff’s second motoring accident was nearly the end of him. But even after he had been brought home from the hospital, unconscious and displaying all the marks of a man who has just driven his car into a tree at ninety miles an hour, certain of his disciples were fully convinced that this was all another of Mr Gurdjieff’s “tests” — a trial of their credulity, or discipline, or readiness, or something. Among those unprepared to believe that he’d done it on purpose, there were whisperings of sabotage. Why had Gurdjieff insisted, just before motoring out to disaster on the route nationale, that the steering, lights, and brakes of his car be checked and rechecked? Did he suspect something? In any case, the crash would have philosophical consequences. Years later an ex-disciple called Mouravieff wrote a book in which the 1924 smash-up was adduced as proof that the master was “not outside the Law of Accident.”
        Convalescing, tottering about the Prieuré in his dressing gown, Gurdjieff was filled with a need for fire. He smoked cigarettes as if committed to some state of internal combustion, and great choppings-down and burnings of Prieuré vegetation were ordered — a bonfire every day. “Fire evidently pleased Mr Gurdjieff,” wrote his acolyte Thomas de Hartmann. “We thought he drew a kind of force from it, and we tried to provide him with as many as possible. But the felling of the trees was a difficult matter.” As Gurdjieff’s interest in driving returned, de Hartmann’s wife, Olga, tried to shield Gurdjieff from its inevitable consequences by snipping the accelerator wire in the Prieuré’s backup Citroën. No good — this metaphysical speed-racer was soon on the road again, and at the usual perilous velocity. “The Work” continued, too, the great and strenuous perplex that “could only become more difficult as one learned more,” he warned his disciples. “As one grew one did not achieve any greater peace or any visible or tangible reward.” Gurdjieff carried on, indeflectably. But he never made another record as good as Blonde on Blonde.

      • I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wondered what kind of conversations Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan had. Knowing that they hung out at least once at Sinatra’s pad around the time of Frank’s 80th birthday bash (although according to Frank Jr. they communicated on multiple occasions), and being as inexpressibly devoted a fan as I am of both artists, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of words passed between them, and I have dreamed of one day obtaining the bootleg tapes.

        Today, thanks to Dylan’s wonderful new interview with the estimable Bill Flanagan, we have been treated to one excerpt of their dialogue, and maybe it’s all we truly need and deserve.

        Bob Dylan says, of being with Frank Sinatra:

        He was funny, we were standing out on his patio at night and he said to me, “You and me, pal, we got blue eyes, we’re from up there,” and he pointed to the stars. “These other bums are from down here.” I remember thinking that he might be right.


      • DYLAN: I’m going to refer to this place here. [Opens the book to a dog-eared page.] Read it out loud here. Just read it out loud into your tape recorder.

        “One of the early presidents of the Berdoo Hell’s Angels was Bobby Zimmerman. On our way home from the 1964 Bass Lake Run, Bobby was riding in his customary spot – front left – when his muffler fell off his bike. Thinking he could go back and retrieve it, Bobby whipped a quick U-turn from the front of the pack. At that same moment, a Richmond Hell’s Angel named Jack Egan was hauling ass from the back of the pack toward the front. Egan was on the wrong side of the road, passing a long line of speeding bikes, just as Bobby whipped his U-turn. Jack broadsided poor Bobby and instantly killed him. We dragged Bobby’s lifeless body to the side of the road. There was nothing we could do but to send somebody on to town for help.” Poor Bobby.

        BD: Yeah, poor Bobby. You know what this is called? It’s called transfiguration. Have you ever heard of it?

        RS: Yes.
        BD: Well, you’re looking at somebody.

        RS: That . . . has been transfigured?
        BD: Yeah, absolutely. I’m not like you, am I? I’m not like him, either. I’m not like too many others. I’m only like another person who’s been transfigured. How many people like that or like me do you know?

        RS: By transfiguration, you mean it in the sense of being transformed? Or do you mean transmigration, when a soul passes into a different body?
        BD: Transmigration is not what we are talking about. This is something else. I had a motorcycle accident in 1966.1 already explained to you about new and old. Right? Now, you can put this together any way you want. You can work on it any way you want. Transfiguration: You can go and learn about it from the Catholic Church, you can learn about it in some old mystical books, but it’s a real concept. It’s happened throughout the ages. Nobody knows who it’s happened to, or why. But you get real proof of it here and there. It’s not like something you can dream up and think. It’s not like conjuring up a reality or like reincarnation – or like when you might think you’re somebody from the past but have no proof. It’s not anything to do with the past or the future.

        BD: So when you ask some of your questions, you’re asking them to a person who’s long dead. You’re asking them to a person that doesn’t exist. But people make that mistake about me all the time. I’ve lived through a lot. Have you ever heard of a book called No Man Knows My History? It’s about Joseph Smith, the Mormon prophet. The title could refer to me.
        Transfiguration is what allows you to crawl out from under the chaos and fly above it. That’s how I can still do what I do and write the songs I sing and just keep on moving.
        RS: When you say I’m talking to a person that’s dead, do you mean the motorcyclist Bobby Zimmerman, or do you mean Bob Dylan?
        BD: Bob Dylan’s here! You’re talking to him.
        RS: Then your transfiguration is . . .
        BD: It is whatever it is. I couldn’t go back and find Bobby in a million years. Neither could you or anybody else on the face of the Earth. He’s gone. If I could, I would go back. I’d like to go back. At this point in time, I would love to go back and find him, put out my hand. And tell him he’s got a friend. But I can’t. He’s gone. He doesn’t exist.
        RS: OK, so when you speak of transfiguration . . .
        BD: I only know what I told you. You’ll have to go and do the work yourself to find out what it’s about.
        RS: I’m trying to determine whom you’ve been transfigured from, or as.
        BD: I just showed you. Go read the book.
        RS: That’s who you have in mind? What could the connection to that Bobby Zimmerman be other than name?
        BD: I don’t have it in mind. I didn’t write that book. I didn’t make it up. I didn’t dream that. I’m not telling you I had a dream last night. Remember the song “Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream”? I didn’t write that, either.
        I’m showing you a book that’s been written and published. I mean, look at all the connecting things: motorcycles, Bobby Zimmerman, Keith and Kent Zimmerman, 1964, 1966. And there’s more to it than even that. If you went to find this guy’s family, you’d find a whole bunch more that connected. I’m just explaining it to you. Go to the grave site.
        RS: When did you come across this book?
        BD: Uh, you know. When did I come across that book? Somebody put it in my hand years ago. I’d met Sonny Barger in the Sixties, but didn’t know him very well. He was friends with Jerry Garcia. Maybe I saw it on a bookshelf out there and the bookseller slipped it into my hand. But I began to read it, and I thought I was reading about Sonny, but then I got to that part and realized it wasn’t about him at all. I didn’t even really check the authors’ names until later and that blew my mind, too. About a year later, I went to a library in Rome and I found a book about transfiguration, because it’s nothing you really hear about every day, and it’s in that mystical realm, and I found out only enough to know that, uh, OK, I’m not an authority on it, but it kind of sets you straight on what sets you apart.

        I’d always been different than other people, but this book told me why. Like certain people are set apart. You know, it’s just like the phrase, “peers” – I mean, I see this, “Well, your peers this, your peers that.” And I’ve always wondered, who are my peers? When I received the Medal of Freedom I started thinking more about it. Like, who are they? But then it became clear. My peers are Aretha Franklin, Duke Ellington, B.B. King, John Glenn, Madeleine Albright, Pat Summitt, Toni Morrison, Jasper Johns, Martha Graham, Sidney Poitier. People like that, and they are set apart, too. And I’m proud to be counted among them.

      • Transfiguration
        See this page in the original 1992 publication.

        Author: Mouritsen, Dale C.

        Transfiguration for mortals consists of a temporary physical and spiritual change, allowing them not only to behold the glory of God but to enter his presence. It is characterized by illumination of countenance such as Moses experienced (Moses 1:11; Ex. 34:29-35) and comes about by an infusion of God’s power (MD, p. 725). Because God is a being of transcendent glory, it is impossible for men and women to enter his presence without their physical bodies being spiritually “quickened.” The Prophet Joseph Smith explained that God “dwells in eternal fire; flesh and blood cannot go there, for all corruption is devoured by the fire. “Our God is a consuming fire”‘ (TPJS, p. 367; cf. Heb. 12:29; Deut. 4:24). Transfiguration bestows on individuals a temporary condition compatible to that of deity and allows them to see God face-to-face.

      • Who Said It: DYLAN or TRUMP? Says:

        RS: Did you hope or imagine that the election of President Obama would signal a shift, or that it was in fact a sea change?
        D or T?: I don’t have any opinion on that. You have to change your heart if you want to change.

        Since his election, there’s been a great reaction by some against him. They did the same to Bush, didn’t they? They did the same thing to Clinton, too, and Jimmy Carter before that. Look what they did to Kennedy. Anybody who’s going to take that job is going to be in for a rough time.

        RS: Don’t you think some of the reaction has stemmed from that kind of racial resonance you were talking about?
        D or T?: I don’t know. I don’t know, but I don’t think that’s the same thing. I have no idea what they are saying for or against him. I really don’t. I don’t know how deep it goes or how shallow it is.

        RS: You are aware that he’s been branded as un-American or a socialist —
        D or T?: You can’t pay any attention to that kind of stuff, as if you’ve never heard those kind of words before. Eisenhower was accused of being un-American. And wasn’t Nixon a socialist? Look what he did in China. They’ll say bad things about the next guy, too.

        RS: So you don’t think some of the reaction against Obama has been in reaction to the event that a black man has become president of the United States?
        D or T?: Do you want me to repeat what I just said, word for word? What are you talking about? People loved the guy when he was elected. So what are we talking about? People changing their minds? Well, who are these people that changed their minds? Talk to them. What are they changing their minds for? What’d they vote for him for? They should’ve voted for somebody else if they didn’t think they were going to like him.

        RS: The point I’m making is that perhaps lingering American resentments about race are resonant in the opposition to President Obama, which has not been a quiet opposition.
        D or T?: You mean in the press? I don’t know anybody personally that’s saying this stuff that you’re just saying. The press says all kinds of stuff. I don’t know what they would be saying. Or why they would be saying it. You can’t believe what you read in the press anyway.

        RS: Do you vote?
        D or T?: Uh . . .

        RS: Should we do that? Should we vote?
        D or T?: Yeah, why not vote? I respect the voting process. Everybody ought to have the right to vote. We live in a democracy. What do you want me to say? Voting is a good thing.

        RS: I was curious if you vote.
        D or T?: [Smiling] Huh?

        RS: What’s your estimation of President Obama been when you’ve met him?
        D or T?: What do I think of him? I like him. But you’re asking the wrong person. You know who you should be asking that to? You should be asking his wife what she thinks of him. She’s the only one that matters.

        Look, I only met him a few times. I mean, what do you want me to say? He loves music. He’s personable. He dresses good. What the fuck do you want me to say?

        RS: You live in these times, you have reactions to various national ups and downs. Are you, for example, disappointed by the resistance the president has met with? Would you like to see him re-elected?
        D or T?: I’ve lived through a lot of presidents! And you have too! Some are re-elected and some aren’t. Being re-elected isn’t the mark of a great president. Sometimes the guy you get rid of is the guy you wish you had back.

        RS: I’ve brought up the subject partly because of something you said the night he was elected: “It looks like things are gonna change now.” Do you feel that the change you anticipated has been borne out?
        D or T?: You want to repeat that again? I have no idea what I said.

        RS: It was Election Night 2008. Onstage at the University of Minnesota, introducing your band’s members, you indicated your bassist and said, “Tony Gamier, wearing the Obama button. Tony likes to think it’s a brand-new time right now. An age of light. Me, I was born in 1941 – that’s the year they bombed Pearl Harbor. Well, I been living in a world of darkness ever since. But it looks like things are gonna change now.”
        D or T?: I don’t know what I said or didn’t say. As far as Tony goes, yeah, maybe he was wearing an Obama button and maybe I said some stuff because right there in the moment it all made sense. Maybe I said things looked like they could change. And maybe they did change. I don’t think I could have predicted how they would change, but whatever was said, it was said for people in that hall for that night. You know what I’m saying? It wasn’t said to be played on a record forever. Or did I go down to the middle of town and give a speech?

        RS: It was onstage.
        D or T?: It was on the streets?

        RS: Stage. Stage.
        D or T?: OK. It was on the stage. I don’t know what I could have meant by that. You say things sometimes, you don’t know what the hell you mean. But you’re sincere when you say it. I would hope that things have changed. That’s all I can say, for whatever it is that I said. I’m not going to deny what I said, but I would have hoped that things would’ve changed. I certainly hope they have.

        RS: I get the impression when we talk that you’re reluctant to say much about the president or how he’s been criticized.
        D or T?: Well, you know, I told you what I could.

      • If you google “Transfiguration”, all references are to the Catholic dogma of transfiguration as a singular event in the life of Christ exclusively, and the one entry cited above as Some Whacky Mormon Shit-some say The BOB has a Joseph Smith complex-or more probably……………………………………………….. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………”Transfiguration you have to get it exactly right, Transfiguration is more scientific.”
        —J. K. Rowling[src]
        Transfiguration is a very systematic, exact magical discipline, working best for the scientifically-inclined mind, and as such it is deemed “very hard work” (especially compared to Charms, which affords a much larger margin for personal creativity).[3] Also “when transfiguring, it is important to make firm and decisive wand movements. Do not wiggle or twirl your wand unnecessarily, or the Transfiguration will certainly be unsuccessful” as stated by Emeric Switch in A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration.

        There are a number of factors a wizard must take into account when carrying out Transfiguration spells. The intended transformation (t) is directly influenced by bodyweight (a), viciousness (v), wand power (w), concentration (c) and a fifth unknown variable (Z),[4] as described by the following mathematical formula (as taught to first-years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry):


        Whilst Transfiguration is an exceedingly useful branch of magic, it naturally has its own set of limitations.


        “Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.”
        —Minerva McGonagall lecturing first-years[src]

        A poorly performed Transfiguration spell, in which the object if half-transformed

        Due to the applied, precise nature of Transfiguration magic there is a large potential for it to go disastrously wrong, even for the experts. This is especially true if the practitioner is not taking things seriously and/or punching above their weight (with respect to the magic they are attempting to perform).

        If it is done improperly, the Transfigured object can become half-Transfigured or permanently stuck in one state (whether fully or partially Transfigured); for example, Viktor Krum once half-Transfigured himself into a shark in the Second Task of The Triwizard Tournament in 1994 (although he was not stuck in that form, so it may have been intentional).

      • In 1963, the Duluth News Tribune caught up with Abe and Beatty Zimmerman, and asked them a couple questions about their son, Robert. Abe didn’t mince words: “My son is a corporation and his public image is strictly an act.”

      • Eldrige Cleaver, writer and Panther, escaped going to prison and went to Algeria. Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms agents were making a deal with Sonny Barger, Hell’s Angels leader, to “bring Cleaver home dead in a box.” Larry Shears, the agent who exposed this arrangement, also revealed the plans of ATF to kill Cesar Chavez.(47) This was at a time when John Caulfield and G. Gordon Liddy were working for the Treasury Dept. ATF. 47. Plans to kill Eldridge Cleaver and Cesar Chavez: Treasury Dept. ATF, Larry Shears, Dec. 17, 1971, 5:50 p.m., Channel 23, Los Angeles; New York Times, January 2, 1972; San Francisco Chronicle, 12-20-72, Trial of Sonny Barger: “He had been approached by law enforcement officers asking him to kill someone.” He frequently entered into deals with authorities in exchange for dismissal of charges against gang members.

    • Mad in France Says:

      If it is permissible to write plays that are not intended to be seen, I should like to see who can prevent me from writing a book no one can read. -GCL

  2. The attentive reader will be reminded of a remark by a minor character in the novel’s third section, some 200 pages earlier: “No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.” .Time and again, Bolaño hints, without ever quite saying, that what is happening in Santa Teresa is a symptom of a universal derangement in which hidden dimensions of reality are coming horribly to light. That is why so much of the activity of 2666 takes place not along the ordinary novelistic axes of plot and character but on the poetic, even mystical planes of symbol and metaphor.

    • Archimboldi Says:

      In early 1950, legal US residency for some of the Project Paperclip specialists was effected through the US consulate in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, Mexico; thus, Nazi scientists legally entered the US from Latin America.

      • Alfredo Garcia Says:

        While assisting in the flow of Nazis to the US, during Operation Paperclip, Von
        Meir established resilient occult groups in Juarez, Nuevo Laredo …

      • EL PASO, Tex., Oct. 12 – (AP) –

        The approximate impact area was estimated to be less than 10 miles from the point where a V-2 rocket, off its track, crashed south of Juarez May 29. * in the New Mexico Space Journal (No. 1, June 2001).

        The first crashed May 15, 1947. But what Mattson called “the most infamous” of the launches crashed [22 years ago] on May 29.

        “An international incident” nearly occurred when the V-2 plowed into “a cemetery south of Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.”

        Following Hitler’s fall in 1945, the United States brought 177 German rocket scientists and technicians to White Sands and Fort Bliss under Operation Paperclip.

        Flag on the moon. How did it get there? * Always on the prowl. Looking for something or somebody to kill. Quench the killer’s thirst. * “A screaming comes across the sky…”

  3. Gabapentin 300mg Capsule. This medicine is a brown and yellow capsule
    imprinted with “LOGO 666 LOGO 666” and “LOGO-2666 LOGO-2666”. and is …High (Intoxication): While the “high” associated with Gabapentin may not appeal to everyone, some people really enjoy it. The high that can be attained from Gabapentin is said to be filled with relaxation. This makes sense due to the fact that it acts similarly to various benzodiazepines. Certain recreational users claim that the drug makes them feel calm, boosts mood, and even makes them more social. Noticeable “buzz”: Despite the fact that Gabapentin is regarded as being less potent than its successor (Lyrica), it is still a potent drug – especially when taken at high doses. Most recreational users take doses exceeding 900 mg to attain an intoxicating high. Though the bioavailability decreases as the dose increases, some anecdotal reports have documented taking up to 5000 mg at a time Drug withdrawal: Many people are able to attain prescriptions for Gabapentin while undergoing withdrawal from alcohol and other drugs. It is common for someone to take Gabapentin during opiate withdrawal to help reduce the severity of symptoms. In some cases, individuals that were addicted to opioids may turn to Gabapentin as a new drug of choice to attain a “high.”

  4. See you in July, my gems!

  5. Bee EmGee Says:

    known some call is air am

    traveling at murderous speed
    l’escalier de vertige où s’abîme son âme

  6. Here are some of the grossest lyrics from what we’ve heard of The Life of Pablo so far:

    “Father Stretch My Hands”

    Now if I f**k this model
    And she just bleached her asshole
    And I get bleach on my T-shirt
    I’mma feel like an asshole

    She looking like she owe you some
    You know just what we want

    I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
    Why? I made that bitch famous

    For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
    If you see ‘em in the streets give ‘em Kanye’s bests
    Why? They mad they ain’t famous
    “High Lights”

    I bet me and Ray J would be friends
    If we ain’t love the same bitch
    Yeah, he might have hit it first
    Only problem is I’m rich

    Blac Chyna f**kin’ Rob, help him with the weight
    “Feed Back”

    Whip that, bitch out
    Tits out, oh s**t
    My dick out, can she suck it right now?
    F**k, can she f**k right now?
    I done asked twice now
    Can you bring your price down?

    I know it’s corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
    I know it’s corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
    “30 Hours”

    My ex said she gave me the best years of her life
    Seen a recent picture of her and I guess she was right

    Cause you was in college complainin’ about it’s no jobs
    But you were suckin’ a nigga’s dick the whole time
    Well I guess a blowjob’s better than no job

    • _ꃓ ℧⇠⇢Ω ꃔ_ Says:

      Kanye’s OK for flowery, sentimental verse, but I prefer the elegant poetic vision of “X”, the genius lyrical voice of his generation: Look At Me!


      Produced By Rojas, Jimmy Duval

      Album Look at Me! – Single

      Look At Me! Lyrics

      I’m like bitch, “who is your mans?”
      Can’t keep my dick in my pants
      My bitch don’t love me no more
      She kick me out I’m like vro

      [Verse 1]
      I’m like bitch, “who is your mans?”
      Can’t keep my dick in my pants
      My bitch don’t love me no more
      She kick me out I’m like vro
      That bitch don’t wanna be friends
      I gave her dick, she got mad
      She put her tongue on my dick
      Look at my wrist, about 10
      Just got a pound of that boof
      Brought that shit straight to the booth
      Tommy my Hilfiger voots
      She said want fuck bitch, I do
      You pull a gun on my mans
      I put a hole in your parents
      I just got lean on my ksubis
      I got an uzi, no uzi

      Fuck on me, look at me, ay
      Fuck on me, yeah, look at me, ay
      Look at me, look at me, yeah
      Fuck on me, yeah
      Look at me, yeah, fuck on me
      Look at me, fuck on me, yeah
      Look at me, fuck on me
      Yeah, ay

      [Verse 2]
      I took a white bitch to Starbucks
      That lil bitch got her throat fucked
      I like to rock out like I’m misfit
      My emo bitch like her wrist slit
      Curly hair bitch like I’m Corbin
      Got like 3 bitches, I’m Mormon
      Skeet on your main bitch’s forehead
      Don’t want your pussy, just want head

      Look at me, fuck on me
      Look at me, fuck on me
      Look at me, fuck on me
      Look at me, yeah
      Look at me, fuck on me
      Look at me, fuck on me
      Look at me, fuck on me
      Look at me, yeah

      • I taught a class on the lyrics of Nicki Minaj during a week of thinking about “experimental literature” at the Arvon creative writing centre in Devon. “We’re going to have to work on this,” I told them, “like you’d work on a page of Chaucer, going over it again and again until we understand it.” And the lyrics repay the work.

        It’s easy to think that – bar a few notable exceptions such as Eimear McBride’s wonderful writing – the dense, allusive stream-of-consciousness style of Woolf and Joyce is these days just an experimental backwater of mainstream literature, loved by a few aficionados, ignored by the majority. But “difficult” writing, filled with cultural references and tricksy wordplay hasn’t vanished at all: it’s taken up residence in rap lyrics.

        When I taught Nicki Minaj, we spent a long time looking at the lyrics of her verse in Kanye West’s song “Monster”. As the title suggests, it’s a piece about monstrosity, about knowing oneself to be an ego-monster but also realising that monstrosity is demanded by one’s audience. It features not only West but also Bon Iver, Rick Ross and Jay-Z. But Minaj’s verse blows them all out of the water.

        Minaj namechecks familiar brands and characters: Willy Wonka, Tonka trucks, Bride of Chucky. They’re children’s toys, or childlike … but monstrous. Minaj is comparing herself to them: she might look like a toy, but she’s as sinister as Wonka, as deadly as a murderous doll, as powerful as a monster truck. And there’s a beautiful piece of wordplay in the line: “You could be the King but watch the Queen conquer.” Just swap the words King and Queen and say it out loud. I may be a woman, says Nicki Minaj in this verse, I may dress in pink, but underestimate me at your peril. “I’m a motherfucking monster.”

      • I’m a boss ass
        Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

        I’m a boss ass
        Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

        I’m a boss ass
        Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

        I’m a boss ass
        Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

        I’m a boss ass (yo)

        I employ these niggaz
        They be grown men but I little boy these niggaz
        Want the cookie so I gotta chips ahoy these niggaz
        But I neva Iphone, android these niggaz
        Use rubbers wit ’em, I’ont neva raw these niggaz
        More money than ’em I’ma son all these niggaz
        I ain’t shoppin’ but it’s like I gotta store these niggaz
        Put em on time out and never call these niggaz

        Pussy like girls damn is my pussy gay?
        It’s a holiday, play wit my pussy day
        Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken
        Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
        Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation
        You loose bitches need a pussy renovation
        You could eat it wit a pussy reservation
        Pussy bout to get a standin’ ovation

        Clap, clap clap for this pussy nigga
        But I can’t give this pussy to a pussy nigga
        Awww man, slow down. Ima give u somethin’ dat you could hold down
        But I can’t give u head, I’m too ill for that
        Ima make a movie still, kill bill for that

        ‘Cause what da fuck? This ain’t Chanel nigga? Custom down?
        What the fuck? I ain’t smokin hot? Bust me down?
        You da same clown nigga dat was runnin’ me down?
        Now u all up in da sauce, ’cause u wanna be down?

        I said rule number one to be a boss ass bitch
        Neva let a clown nigga try to play you
        If he play you, then rule number two
        Fuck his best friends, then make ’em yes men
        And get a dick pic and then you press send
        And send a red heart, and send a kissy face
        And tell him that his friends love how ya pussy taste
        And that’s rule three, I am the school t
        My wrist look like I am a jewel thief
        But that’s just ’cause I am a boss bitch
        Now macaroni cheese and grill my sword fish

        Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

        I’m a boss ass
        Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

        I’m a boss ass
        Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

        If he catch my drift, he could catch my jizz
        I be out in Cali runnin’ all my businesses
        I be out in Cali watchin’ back my Christmas vids
        Every time I fuck him, yes I tell him this is his!
        Looked down at it and I said this is big
        Man my game so cold, I said this is rigged
        Best flow in the game, this is not a lie
        Tell them bitches cross they’ T’s and dot they I

        I came back bitches flows still boring
        I said damn, man go back to whoring
        You know I still lead the league in scoring
        You know I’m still bad and I’m still foreign
        I’ma give bitches time to get hot
        Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock
        If they actually got bars, they could rock
        But if not, I’ma destroy chicks a lot! Oh
        But on the real, I’m in album mode
        Just dropped this freestyle before these files get old
        When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound!
        When I come back they better not make a sound!

        I hear you!

        When I’m back on the prowl
        You bitches better have ma money
        ‘Cause I’m coming for you
        Ooh, ooh

        Ah okay
        I order rich bitch sauce!
        Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough!
        Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off!
        ‘Cause you know my style gettin ripped, bit off!

        When I’m at the restaurant rich bitch sauce
        Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough!
        Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off!
        And you know my style gettin’ ripped, bit off!
        Off, off, off, off, off, off, off Ima bo Ima boss

        Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is
        Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is
        Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
        Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is

        Ask Birdman who the 5 Star bitch is
        Ask Young Money who the five Star bitch is
        Who the 5 Star bitch is, who the 5 Star bitch is
        Ask Birdman who the five Star bitch is
        Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
        Ask Lil Wayne who the five Star bitch is

    • As for Beck, he told Us Weekly this morning that he was happy to see Kanye walking towards him last night: “I was just so excited he was coming up. He deserves to be on stage as much as anybody. How many great records has he put out in the last five years, right?” Asked whether he thought Beyoncé deserved to win, Beck was just as humble and diplomatic: “Absolutely! I thought she was going to win. Come on, she’s Beyoncé!” And when asked about Kanye’s quote that he should’ve respected artistry, Beck said, “You can’t please everybody, man. I still love him and think he’s genius. I aspire to do what he does.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: