Remote view tintype whispered. Without effort. There it was. Able to afford the purchase. Should arrive in a day or two.
Here is a song i had composed a couple of years back, a theme song for his actual journey on a vehicle ripping through the seconds minutes days weeks months years decades. My imagination of it all was certainly triggered. All this data and evidence hidden well within the absurd.
@jazzresin/one-day-barron-will-hear-this-and-have-a-laugh
Again but more serious:
https://archive.org/details/barontrumpsteslatimemachinethemeconverted
The song first appeared as the fifth track on jazzresin’s second LP entitled “psionic sounds for you and me.”
https://open.spotify.com/album/5TCRfVDLzaeqKxvAGZu2Ku?si=iAZfqEs8Tpu_w4nTocWdSg
As a young boy my dad would read me science fiction at bed time. Time Machine by H.g. Wells, Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. The Ticket that Exploded by William S. Burroughs was not read to me but somehow was very significant through dreams and nightmares i had during the very same boyhood years. Very strange and i have contemplated the meaning of this time space triangulation. Triangulation is a better word than violation, though im sure many a scientist would use that very word in utter rejection of my facts.
I first read the Ticket that Exploded in the summer of 92. These are a few of the books i had read in 91-93.
They were certainly mind expanding and helped develop the space in my mind and imagination for actual time travel conceptualization and theory. The ticket that exploded was notable for its ‘distant train whistle nights are long in the st. Louis suburbs barmaid watch the eats. Section for it was Waltzing Mathilda my father would oft whistle to me at bedtime. I dreamed of the chez coffeehouse wire wicker chairs upside down on the ceiling. I dreamed of an old doctor with kind eyes pulling the plug on my iron lung and smiling as he said that i didnt need it anymore.
(A tintype of william s. Burroughs identified shortly after the william henry mccarty discovery. Tintype whispering. A form of time travel triangulated remote view is one way of describing the process)
Heavy. Real Heavy. I remember the greyhound bus ride in may 92 reading the burroughs paperback. Time was so thick. The prose was so cutup and oblique. Impossibly personal. i had a deep paranoia that would nova shortly after. It was the night the smashing pumpkins played their siamese dream blue note show Columbia missouri. I missed the show didnt know about them.
Lol. I ramble and reminisce. I have found reality far stranger than any fiction. I hope my art and music can convey that idea. It is a far larger and complex universe than one first thinks they understand.
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