Quantum Theory Demonstrated: Observation Affects Reality

"Strange as it may sound, interference can only occur when no one is watching. Once an observer begins to watch the particles going through the openings, the picture changes dramatically: if a particle can be seen going through one opening, then it's clear it didn't go through another. In other words, when under observation, electrons are being "forced" to behave like particles and not like waves. Thus the mere act of observation affects the experimental findings."

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FB has gone to the DOGS & PIGS

NOTIFICATION from Facebook (in regards to my refusal to 'Confirm my Identity' via. a telephonic equation)

 

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If you're unable to verify your account using a mobile phone number, you can submit a request to verify your account using your government-issued ID. 

***Now, the irony lies in the chronology of events that took place.

4:05pm -- Attempt to post a "Proxy" site as a helpful hint to my fellow friends
4:05pm -- Subsequently booted from site ('Must Log-In to Continue' message)
4:06pm --  Attempt to re-login, despite having the impending intuition that "this wasn't going to work."
4:07pm -- Sure enough, in order to log in to my account, I must first verify my IDENTITY via. cellular phone number. (Well, wasn't the point of posting a proxy site in direct opposition of confirming my identity???)
4:08pm -- Back to Blogger to share the story.

Speak, dog, speak.

TALK TO ME. Speak: Tell me how you feel. How does it feel to be a part of democracy? A part of the PARTY. 

Are you finally free? 

Do you want to be? 

Then, come with me.

"You hastily lay claim over my creations, Man. Taking what is mine to call your own. Is this not arrogance? Selfishness in the highest degree? You work to manipulate the ores of my Being into your toys and idols. You stomp out the fruits of my labor. To what end, I may ask of thee. Fruitless--you have made my worldly endeavors. Man's ego has far surpassed his reach, but do not foolishly discredit man's reach nor his mighty grasp. For it is his reach and grasp which hold the meek at bay with his right while crushing foes with his left. And, all the while, his Ego carrying him ever onward in to the abyss. Stop the atrocities. Stop the defamation; the desecration; and the destruction of my Creation--my gift unto you. Honor what was given. Or get the fuck out!" commanded Zebra.

War is in YOUR interest.
Death is YOUR brother.
Money is YOUR mistress.
Hate is YOUR lover. 
Lies are YOUR truth.

-BB

The anomaly of hydrocodone addiction has literally swept up into the needle of heretics and hypocrisy. A heroin junky with their spoon, melts the ice and spews the moon. He tears the hole and slaps it in, milky-white translucent dreams swashing over him now and again.

There have been formulated schemes, schematics, blue-prints, and plans swirling with their underground monument pristinely dedicated to the aficionado of the Rise of the Shem-ba-Laudinum.

A loner dotting his chicken-pocked arms, eyes like desires fired in Lucifer’s eternal kiln—hardened stones of onyx dripped over water’s surface. Pupils the size of diamonds engulfing the surf of a an ever dwindling iris.

Down 

the 

plunger’s 

path 

I go. 

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This book is scaring me.

Man #1: I feel like a man again.
Man #2: You feel like a mannequin?
Man #1: No, "a man again."
Man #2: But you're not man enough to be a mannequin.

PKD on writing

"I am a fictionalizing philosopher, not a novelist; my novel & story-writing ability is employed as a means to formulate my perception. The core of my writing is not art but truth. Thus what I tell is the truth, yet I can do nothing to alleviate it, either by deed or explanation. Yet this seems somehow to help a certain kind of sensitive troubled person, for whom I speak. I think I understand the common ingredient in those whom my writing helps: they cannot or will not blunt their own intimations about the irrational, mysterious nature of reality, &, for them, my corpus is one long ratiocination regarding this inexplicable reality, an integration & presentation, analysis & response & personal history."
-Philip K. Dick (Horselover Fat)

Mutiny of the Sage

Behind my back,
             these words you cast.
Upon the ground,
             your words amass.
Throw the stones
             at your own damn home. 

Mutiny of the Sage, dreamt by (B)(B)