News From a Not So Distant Future
The only kind of news worth reading? Well, maybe. I'm not so sure as said Captain Hill before jumping to the abyss. Okay. Here we go. I'm 147 years old now and my beard acquired finally an ionic hue. So it´s not so outlandish that I may be seen walking on top of a classic sea wave catching black dwarfs (stars, not the groovy caracthers jumping around the quarkyard). I bring them back to my Lab where I have a Particle Desaccelerator. Yes! people from the beginning of so called XXI century became so messy handling speed of light that they induced a general termination of all processes. So we had to reverse way, and proceed to desaccelerate particles and get them rid of extra supranumeray spins.
SUDOKU (a secret weapon destined to finally square the roots of the collective mind) Good Gracious! at last disappeared from the earth, though there are people who claim that it was dislocated to a territory called Lagutrop (not so subtle and necessary hint - try to read it backwards), or something like that, a civilization who was caught by a strange alchemist work which made it disappear circa the XVI century,though it still remained in convulsive agony during 4 or 5 centuries after, according to Archangelos Major, Philip Kindred Dick.
On our 3 mainstream parallel timelines (our pan-democratic government made them affordable for the masses) we can switch from Egolalia to Solipsism and Autism, three planets of a remote solar system (akin to ours) that disappeared too, but thanks to Dr. Spermatocelli have been granted permanence and a jolly good level of subbetactivity on the store system of the pineal gland of our new brand new race of predator dolphins.
What do we think nowadays? Perhaps the question is mistemporally misphrased. What we do with our thinking would be more akin of what´s going on on town. (Hey silly metaphor!, Sorry to say, towns as you used to know them have disappeared, or rather, they were compacted, to the point of almost invisibility. We may nowadays confound them with ants. And yes there are still ants! In fact they have survived three successive blasts, induced by the Nemmies, that intraparalel race of inorganic beings who developped Moisty Weapons, well mostly=)
But, period. What we think now immediately takes shape before our eyes.
If in a lustful hour I think about Brenda Lee, a beauty of the so called XX century, she immediately and deliciously appears, in flesh, just before my eyes. That's to say that if you don't want too much flesh in front of you please don't think lustfully too much. Because to tell you the truth, we cannot (yet) make disappear what our mind conjures. So our world where Lust and Desire still roam amok, though detownized, is full of Brenda Lees of every description everywhere and we are not so sure that this could be Paradise number 9, Mohamed9s favorite (Blessed be His name), devised by him, to provide celestial houris to the brave warriors who (Praised be Him) have honored Allah´s commandments. (mercy, benevolence and kindness) and now are universal gamblers, drinking ambrosia from God´s dices.
Anyway the trend here can be resumed like this - Stop lusting mate, either we'll get overpopulated.
Well, to tell you the truth the three parallel times that we can enter at any moment are a bit montonous. The Rapture of the Sabines goes on an on in one of them all the time. Our New Budhists call this, dis-re-oriented samsara. There is a movement of alter-timologists, who want to reverse to Old Onetime line. But they have much opposition from the Clergy. Yes we have Clergy! it´s constituted mostly by scientists of the Church of Only Science Saves All and Nothing. There are no rituals, no masses, but a strong sense of companionhood. Any subsubstantial new idea is ipsodiscendered immediately, and phospho-disseminated on the carotid artery, with all sets of substandard decoders appended to it.
Ah Ok, my name now is Captain Tordesillas, and I'm a space pirate with a space ship full of NewRum and Oldspeakeasy and loads of classic books not restored to modernity (We discussed that in the Book the End of Plurimodernity, the Beginning of Real Time), and we have a cause! to roam around every galactic beach and set free all the sirens and salamanders.
Blessings from All the cohorts of Aldabazoons (remember them?) and from Sinbad, Rasta, Tao, Mura, Boris and all the gang!
Like to hear from you,