Marathon Info Techno Age Psycho-Session Art Season Festivus

Hello and hi, rather an interesting time in the timeline of a life in the day, saying again, "Do what is worth writing (about), and/or write what is indeed worth doing." I came upon a child of creativity walking along the rows of a cemetery, scoping her film scenarios, scenes, and say, ... settings. Life is environment, a film, a foreground and background, a film, a bioscope-cinema, a theatre group, a cry for the hungry loins of producing art, the cry that we are not alone, in the desert of skeletons, in the fields of green, the fields of expressionism, there is a cry; generate, be busy being, or dye ... your hair fuscia, little time leftist, be silly, chose happiness make digital expressions amidst the true madness of racing mind. Bob Dylan's commentary, "He not busy being born, is busy dying." Oh.

So I was visiting the dead relatives w/ living family and a young spirit appeared before me. She was expressing her needs of artistry, using respective visuals all in the congruence of the legal matters, for the shooting of the Werewolves from Outer Space, the real moon dog show. All the "talk." There is a longing and aching for creativity. Be wary for the stones of the tombs. And perhaps a reminder of the Curse of Two Thousand Year Five and Hence. A living relative reminds me to focus in this film called life and livelihood. Name-dropping beastly problem resolves itself advocating cries, "My physics professor was Dr. N. Spielberg. And I have seen many lakes." Nevertheless silence is the fulfilled cry of the cowboy who never misses the opportunity to be in silence. Film roll on. And said, spirit "R." certainly satisfied the curtain call for creativity today.

So? The message is having one ear to the floor and another ear doggedly on your project's present page. I cry for Clifton Lunch, rock and roll critic, for a social media et al marketing grand scheme and see before me this week, the task of presenting four days w/ Marco, a roboticist and sci-fi coauthor w/ me, "screaming urge" resolving Hitler, amoch schemoe, is no longer in Brasil. Seeing rather before us, Sn and Mn preparing for the festivus of four days of robot/cobot(id est, commercial robot) and dynamic tensors seminar. Life is a blur, and ... film camera blur to me now. Why the dichotomy of science fiction and fact? Ha. One is resolved when the event horizon meets the cowboy sci-fi B-motorcycle Babes on Desert Road. All in all it is all the same. We are hungry creatives, hungry werewolves. Do not let the scripts be sitting on the president's desk. Rock the House!!! Keep Yiddish theatre alive in Center Township. Keep the Theatre of the Absurd manuscript alive and thriving, throbbing for the gift of giving. Crawling under your skin, allow Planet Ant Farm that Ate at Station Forty-five Nine One Hundred Eleven Seventy-four Five to grow shorter and shorter in time til it manifests to the just deserts!!! Yeeeeks, all is rather lovely.

In other words, id est, say ... Marco and Todd are presenting their four day presentation of worthwhile digits for hobbyist, student, ands rather the interested curious clan starting Tuesday. And besides M's and T's transcendent numbers of talks, the gig competes against and with artistic endeavors like our coauthoring sci-fi and say if such, individual projects in the sci-fi and other randy fictional creations, mothers of invention, the sufficient and necessary Outer Group of Astral Projections. Basement YouTube has never seen anything like this .... week, up and coming. Hmmmmm. Bear w/. It is a real doll of week in the up and coming. Keep creating/writing!!! W/ hand and head and heart!!!