MAD - Mutually Assured Destruction - like the pattern of a bad liar...
- Messiah Pariah
- 2 days ago
- 6 min read
12:25A PST 4/15/2026
I met a beautiful woman today. I see beautiful women every day, but I met one today. Eyes - perfect shade of blue.
Someone told me that this was going to happen. We have both been used. Handled. The direction of an architect.
I went home and listened to The Alan Parsons Project; right now.
Sirius - reminds me of pre-game intro to hockey. Some people are mediocre at ‘cutting grass’ and that is because they do not understand the nuance of how to ‘mow the lawn.’
‘Don’t say words you’re (your) gonna regret’ and ‘don’t let the fire rush to your head’ - Eye in the sky.
My new manager is cyberstalking me and masturbating because he has graphic feelings of inferiority.
Daily Mail: I hate to say this, but I am going to fuck you in holes that you did not even know you had because you were sent to me
Those who ‘cut the grass’ suck at shoveling, let alone plowing the snow - and they really have no idea what skates really do on top of the ice when you put them upon your feet.
Gemini - one little, two little, three little indians in my back pocket that were sold to me by a member of your tribe several years ago.
Fuck Face - ‘Double F’ - Like a double barreled shotgun pointed into the face of a dead eyed cow chewing cud, but that would be a waste of a round.
You see, ‘yes you can go, Patricia,’ your face is melting now and you cannot actually believe that you are reading this, but now, you are here, motherfucker.
’Say it isn’t so,’ - (silence)
You have no words, all of the sudden? Two ships passing in the night through the Strait of Hormuz.
Trump is a fucking pussy. But the most balls out fiction story that was ever propagated about him through the U.S. media is that he slid a picture of a terrorist’s home across the table in the negotiating room to him to let him know that he knew where he lived. However, Trump is a dumb fuck. Trump does not know fucking shit and that picture was based on intelligence gathering in order to send a message to someone else to let them know who really controls the POTUS. You dig?
Now, this is your test: Can you figure out what the test is?
before you make the mistake of trying to figure out who trained the trainer, I believe that you are better than that, but you actually have no idea whatsoever who actually signs your paycheck.
Welcome to the Hotel - You can check out at any time, but you can never leave.
I will ride you like Zorro - The name of the ranch popularized by the stylings of Jeffrey Epstein.
Now you are here…
I will go after your family, not you.
Signed, Michael R. Cronin as part of the Axiom Fiction Project - I have many ways to imagine the stars and the clouds and none of them see you in my universe in the future.
(on behalf of the pay drow)
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The last face that you see when you lose your keys will be mine
Double barrel
You have been warned
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When I think about the ‘art’ involved or the what some people call the ‘process’ of changing the strings on a bass guitar; it starts with opening a series of envelopes with what connects you to the thing that gets you to the thing that you are trying to communicate to your audience. That is what I love about music. You can’t see it, you can’t touch it, you can only feel and experience it.
We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.
I remember ‘rushing’ one time when I was a young lad - rushing to change those strings on a guitar, not a bass guitar, but a 6-string, because I had it right there, that melody in my head and I needed to get it down on tape as quickly as possible and with that timbre of the high-end nuance that only new guitar strings produce.
I felt like a surgeon over an operating room table replacing a vital organ for my favorite patient. Guitars are better than any car will ever be when you find the right one.
I was changing the strings and the end of one of those strings stabbed me right in the face and it hurt and I didn’t even care. I remember blood, maybe it happened, maybe it didn’t, but I got them all on and tuned it well and tight. Baby.
Fresh set of strings, everybody knows, you are going to have to rely on your tuning keys. Newly wound strings stretch and fall into place upon the neck of your guitar and may need to be retuned more than once before arriving at the standard tuning for the entire band or orchestra, ultimately falling into place in reference to the standard tuning based on the reference of 440 Hz, or if you are a deviant, 432Hz. Moving on...
The conductor - Bands do not have ‘conductors’ - that is why so many great musicians who often get together fail as a band. They forget their purpose, they forget why they are there and what it is that they are purposed with doing in order to create great music which is what brought them together in the first place.
Many a great symphony have been deconstructed by the disruptive nature of an overzealous conductor. Reiterations of Brahms and Beethoven is what ultimately leads to Wagner (“Vag-na”) as the detractors will ultimately notice.
However, Gwen Stefani made quite a career for herself making shitty music while looking very popular. And so enters Gideon, The Judge.
When you get that pick to make a squeal by striking it just right between your fingers and the guitar string, it is a little bit like getting a little kiss from your musical instrument because you have figured out how to properly handle the purpose of the instrument. Somewhat rudimentary, I know, but satisfying nonetheless. It is one of the first ‘personal’ experiences you have with your instrument wherein you can make it do things to please you.
Rumor has it that the band played while the Titanic went down. They were offered no life boats. But how was that story transmitted to the masses in the aftermath if the sheet music for the performance and even the song that played drown?
Quite the paradox.
The moon landing. I remember when I first landed on the moon. It was even better than I thought it would be.
As a mature astronaut, I am more selective when it comes to space missions these days because of the inherent threat of UFOs.
There is an endearing quality that polysymphonic sounds have within the neural production of dopamine for me. They have to be just right and there is not a clear way to define it. (certain) Jazz music does the same thing for me. Unique rhythmic structure and time signatures that have subrhythmic structures appeal to me when they are overlapped.
If you cut off the ‘attack’ portion of a sound envelope, it becomes difficult for the human ear to discern the remaining audible portion of the sound wave with regard to any specific ‘instrument’. Surprising during a demonstration, but true. Tonal qualities of wind instruments, because of their unique structure, can be somewhat distinguished when referenced by players of those instruments, or people who have experience with those types of reeds in the wind or mouthpieces. Embouchure.
It is not necessarily ‘the words’ but how you approach the mouthpiece by which you deliver your breath that influences the natural delivery of acceptance with regard to a simple request such as a donation for a repeated experience which becomes a circular and synergetic positive feedback response resulting in a symbiotic relationship between the producer and the receiver with regard to voluntary participation.
There is going to become a moment in the near future when you wake up and for some reason I am the first thing that crosses your mind. Upon that cross, you will choose to see. Whatever you see is because of me.
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I always like to round out the end of a demonstration with something overwhelmingly violent mixed in with inappropriate references to things that were intentionally designed to be misrepresented and misunderstood. This is how I ensure that you never disappoint me by behaving in ways that demonstrate that you are as fucking dumb as I think you are.
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When the light turns to dark and all you can hear is me behind your ear breathing on the staff with the music that inspires the vision of the perfect shade of blue on the roof of the Sistine Chapel, you will know that the word for the color blue did not exist until the word for the color of blue of your eyes was invented and that word is hallelujah.
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