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"What is Fnord??", I Heard a Voice Ask;
Inke Noir's tribute to someone else's poem
about Fnord

An Anarchy Eschatology Hyper Existence
Diction (AEHED) poem.

Channeled by the Calamity Inke Noir.

These days it seems like Fnord is
everything but what people say it is.
Once, Fnord was mysterious.
But now, everyone knows Fnord is just silly
and meaningless.

Fnord's greatest recent success
is that fewer individuals ponder
Fnord's mysterious process.

Fnord came from a war across the ocean.
Fnord spreads from bile glands in
microdroplet nuclei aerosols.
Like a tarry ooze Fnord creeps along the
walls;
Secreting volatile vaporizing toxins that
activate practiced ignorance.

Fnord is the distance between you with
your drugs and THERE.
Fnord is the reason why it's not safe
to be gullible.
Fnord wouldn't be so bad
but the American Empire makes it do all
the heavy lifting.

I promised I would never use Fnord but
making the promise was Fnord Itself.
I know I used to know I used to know I
know I used to know who I was.
Before Fnord bent me to forget Fnord.

Fnord is savagely cutting
all three feet of your hair off
because you want to be a girl so badly,
and you know you never will be.
Even if no one can prove that's true.

That feeling in your brain, like burn scar
tissue, is the paw prints of Fnord.
When something sudden happens and it
feels like you have to think around a
boulder to even recognize it,
Fnord is holding your hand.
With its teeth.

Fnord starts like any other idea. As an
egg.

Fnord is negentropic entropy, a
never-ending nothing clawing through
world after world. The devourer, the
tempter, the deceiver. Fnord is why you
never dance in public. Fnord is why
your best friend didn't follow through that
time he said you'd be best man at his
wedding. Fnord could have turned a blind
eye but nobody is stopping it from
rubbernecking omnidirectionally.

The times when all you could see think or
feel was your suffering until you became
able again to pay attention to the
suffering of anyone and everyone, and
you just go around and around, your pain,
her pain, their pain, everyone's pain.
Starving people in the desert unable to
get back to their feet. The riptide that
pulls the child tormentingly in and out
from under, over and over, until gone. The
fire that didn't need to spread to all your
great great grandmothers letters that
survived the war. This, that, whatever, do I
need to mention rape and child abuse?
And now, yes, this. This is Fnord.

Fnord was once a pale traveler but then it
beat the house at its own game.
Fnord is walking in a world full of victims
convinced someone else
is running things.
Fnord is why your enlightenment didn't
quite stick.
If I catch sight of Fnord again I won't quit
until my fists are bloody.

This boygirl came up in the world and I
watched with awe
Until the day hir protective cloak was
pulled back
It was years until I saw what became of
them
And I still don't recognize what Fnord left.

That's the way it is with Fnord
These days, anyway.
You really start believing in something
And Fnord takes it away.

I saw Bob in the pattern of fluff in my
carpet last night
His jaunty pipe out at its signature angle.
He said Fnord could be your best friend
But he doesn't want to be.

Fnord is why cats eat plastic.
Fnord is finding out why no one will ever
really understand you.

At the top of Fnord's enemy list are
pranayama and paired muscle relaxation.
That's why they're so hard to say,
people look at you funny when you try,
and they don't fit in this poem anywhere.
Fnord is the moment the vlogger in the
gangstalking video starts to make sense.
Fnord can't stand to see someone else
have a good day.
So keep your happiness a secret, that way
Fnord can eat it.

Fnord is the idea that your fantasies can
hurt you.

Fnord took a long walk
off a short pier
After a silly cartoon rabbit
played on his ego.

This band was just going nuts on surf music conventions and hadn't even heard the Beatles, recording just twelve songs across six singles 1964-66. Music historians have informed the surviving members that rock history has identified them as the earliest protopunk band. They said they were just trying to make wild rock, I call them true SubGenii.

Hunter S Thompson would be 89 years old today. Let's all celebrate his birth, his life, his work, and those principles he spoke out for. Live today. Because you never know quite when football season is over for you.

I showed my wife Where the Buffalo Roam, stopping maybe a little too often to inject details from the real life and work, to factualize myths, or to vent my opinions. I read her the Mountain people Music piece from 1963 that's such an early and poignant part of him, and showed her some of the early pieces and notes in the Gonzo photo book. Very likely this weekend for another screening of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, as is The Way.

Share the doctor with someone you love today, even if it's just your own special self.

Via Con Diosa. At the top of the mountain we are all snow leopards.

There have been multiple posts referring to this movie glowingly, that it is some kind of touchstone in our community or movement, that it expresses many important things about the NHI. But several things have been bothering me about this movie since we started getting first looks, and the movie only confirmed all of my concerns in its final form.

Why does this movie have such an extremely limited concept of NHI? They are just big bald weirdos of one type and that's it. There's not even a federation of different worlds like in Elio (which also has a ton of cinematic issues as a movie.)

Well I would argue that it's low effort and low intelligence. It's a basic chase movie with a totally outdated stereotype of creepy government enemies, nobody has any real depth or motivation, and the alien narrative has the most basic and simple conclusions. A bunch of things happen in this movie just to show in the trailer and make the impression things build up or make any reveals. Steven repeatedly claimed while promoting the movie they didn't reveal anything from the third act, which is technically true. There was nothing to reveal! Nothing happens, develops, or is disclosed!

The oversimplifications continue. Oh, the two main characters were just abducted as children and changed so one of them can understand the one and only alien language and the other one can translate it to humans. This is basic and senseless. This has nothing to do with the much more vast and interesting realm of NHI. Steven Spielberg has nothing to say about, for instance, the essays of Think Anomalous, other than "oh, a grey projected all that stuff into the witness minds."

Steven... You didn't even read Itzhak Bentov or Robert Monroe. Hell, none of this even approaches Terence McKenna's NHI entity contact work, let alone Robert Anton Wilson.

I am not here to accuse anyone of anything. My suspicions are either Steven is losing his touch, which is understandable, or there's the likelihood of covert influence campaign. He's an obvious target worthy of years of effort to infiltrate and ingratiate. I'm sure he got the Tom Delonge treatment times 10. I can see him looking at his twilight years and wanting to make one last big impact, and this probably seemed easy since the alien narrative in it is not that complicated. They just have him convinced for some reason this basic story would be ontologically challenging in any way? What about the billion plus people whose religious and spiritual experiences and doctrine already tell them we are surrounded by super forces? Hindu people have some things to say. Steven. Maybe that's why you only put christians in your movie.

For about a hundred other reasons to criticize this film, I hand it over to the vastly experienced Pitch Meeting series, which in my opinion has this movie dead to rights.

For clarity's sake, understand, I saw a giant daytime UAP that appeared to be a UFO craft when I was a child, and I've had many anomalous experiences since then including multiple instances of human telepathy. I have literally seen out of the eyes of a gal I was dating, something that happened spontaneously when we were getting ready to say goodbye at the end of a visit. I am a panpsychist and I know there are more things in heaven and Earth than Steven is showing us in this movie. This movie is not disclosure, this is a bad imitation. A Platonic shadow play. The light can be found vibrating at the Earth's electromagnetic frequency.

Wow listen to the tape cut up technique. I bet Burroughs would have been amused. Considered perhaps the earliest Mashup music. Instrumental in the genesis of Plunderphonics (ie: our beloved Negativland.) and the comedy style really strikes me as pre-Python in some ways too. Definitely made by SubGenii.

Its extensive sampling led to multiple music publishers to file suit, which they won in a landmark case in which their music was labeled "artful and clever" predating other crucial art wins like the Naked Lunch trial.

Hail Eris and greetings to friendly worlds 😃 Praise Bob, surely the frop played a part

Musician, old school JRPGphile, philosopher, and lovely fae Rebecca E Tripp presents Final Fantasy IV: An In-Depth Psychological Analysis.

The vibes are immaculate and it's full of high fantasy brilliance and spirit. So so *so* worth checking out. 🌟

The Plagued Mind of Schmuck the Younger Destroyed By The Vision of The Inner Eye;

An Anarchy Apokalypsis Spiritual New Discordian (AASND) testimonial tract.

As told by The Lady Inke Noir

In the fifth rectification of the high aerleon, The Lady Inke Noir had accepted as her disciple Schmuck the Younger, so named by her spirit council, until such time as the little dork finds its own name again.

The Schmuck came to Lady Noir, Epicenter of Disaster and Fate, for that wisdom which they didn't know well enough to get from a source besides her. When she wasn't too cranky or in a Shadow cycle she would listen to the song of that silly wanderer's heart and deliver what she beheld. And now at this time, in the Lady's midnight psychic scryings, vivid visions of her disciple flashed before her truest eye.

For Schmuck the Younger carried a terrible plague of the mind. All the time, whenever the name of Jesus or anything Christian appeared before them, it drove it into a frenzy of fury. Despite years of regular pranayama, progressive muscle release, and mindful movement, to that very day the young Schmuck still could barely restrain the rage they inspired. This was revealed to The Lady Noir.

And so the Schmuck was summoned by their council and she spake, "you cosmic schmuck, what did your body ever do to you to stress it out so much about your impression of a collection of stories and ideas that all those people have which can't do anything to you? Remember now, I command, how I showed you the ineffable light, and you felt Her arms which have always been around you."

"Yes, sometimes She pokes us with the baby fork but it builds character. Or something. I never told you I had all the answers."

And The Lady Noir sat back deep in communion with her pineal gland and the invisible demon tail that had become of her first chakra, coiling pulses of electric neon light just on the edge of vision.

"It is in times like this we turn to the ancient wisdom. From the Book of Iga. Was it not the Mother of Alucard, the pure-hearted Lisa, who said 'Do not hate humans. If you cannot live with them, then at least do them no harm. For theirs is already a hard lot.'?"

The Schmuck deadass stared at its intermittently divine council.

"I never said I was cut out for this. Tell me again, what am I not?!" And the young disciple intoned dutifully that Inke Noir is no guru. "I'm a bodhisattva of chaos at best, and you're a consenting adult. Think for yourself, Schmuck!" And she did boot them in the bottock as was our Lady Eris's solace in her second great heartache, and is our solemn tradition. Always delivered from the purest heart of love.

And it was then that the vision shot up the spine of the young disciple. The endless fractal that spirals in more dimensions than it was ready to contend with. And the little lightning bolt of the other world skittered across the Schmuck's brain... and it was the knowing of the as above so below. The disciple saw how they could just choose not to hate, even with all those reasons that make sense. After all, theirs *truly* is a hard lot. Just as it was the hard lot of the disciple's body all these years, and no fault of its own, to suffer this torment...

There is, the Schmuck discovered, a vantage point from which all the heretofore labeled *bullshit* was forgiveable. The Schmuck looked upon them and saw them a combination of not knowing any better and not having the needed resources and support to have developed yet any better functioning.... Well, shit.

Before sending them away, The Lady reminded the young disciple to stop telling their friends about her, she's tired of telling them she only has one disciple slot and it's full until The Future happens so stop asking! Blessings of Eris, may She smile on you.