DayStance Mix Apocalypse Reverb

"You
Are
The Experiment.
You want mass
Servitude, You got it!?
A.E.O.N."
x
Check, Check, Check. FlatLine Nation.
Mark, X; X Marks
Mass Ritual Human Experiments
buy yours, baby,
Genetic Tale of
The Holy Grail
A Mass-Mind Surrender,
Great Havoc-Pretender,
You'll see Pieces of People
Daystancers, Day-Sender.
A mix of "I am the Daystance" and select others from
"A Leme Harot" and "Chameleon Shelter"
edited up as taking a break from working at other projects.
Music by me n such
#mutate #remix #LomeMarsupial #Leemonster #Gothrock #alternative #IndieMusic #IthacaMucus #DIY #StudioProject #indiemusic #rock #psychedelic #Discordianism #ChristopherSHyatt #MindMachine #ExtinctionEvent #RobertAntonWilson
#Enki #DNA #PsychedelicRock #ApocalypseRock #EndOfTime

Signi,Mander,Electric Wings,Slithers

Signi, with a field mouse snack hanging in a grin.

             This is Signi, Short for Significant meaning. Or Signified-at-once. After walking over the lip of the hill I first saw Signi half hidden through some of the waist-high grass. Signi had stared and I gazed back. There was no fear of insight like there may be if you look an unknown biped into the eyes the wrong way say outside of a sandwich shop or near a park. Actually I was surprised at how calmly it felt after perceiving and then taking in what was registered into my site.
            Laughter of appreciation came in because I had been thinking of myself as a wolf or coyote-like creature nights before actually howling like a madman into the night skies. Part of it was for self-amusement but the remaining reason was a practice of letting loose from those gripping feelings of feeling not like a citzen but moreso as an unregistered being of illegal thoughts. That happens a bit, so this time I howled frankly howling works a hell of a lot better than some other methods, like internal regression.
The secret of laughter, as I've been hinted at, really is a nurturing way to make light of any situation. So then, maybe those calls attracted Signi shortly soon after. It was my first time seeing a Coyote in person. After a few moments of staring back and then posing for a portrait had Signi scurried off towards a large stone that lays in the woodland and I started off my own direction.

Signi/Uncropped photograph

                   That was the 5th*. Days have went from the ground land to being a bit more light footed. Feeling as if I may sink into the planet I decided to unite a feather to my hair to allow a feeling of lightheartedness/footedness if possible. If anything, it allows a feeling of being bird-like when winding down steep hills on a bicycle as the sounds of the wind going through the feathers made it just as exciting as when I would place a baseball card near the bike tire to get that 'vroom! sound.' The whistling of fast air feels like a bird is riding beside you.
Vultures and Electric lines.

                  On the 8th* I went out with a pocket full of half-dead spare batteries, two travel bars, a broken off Cow-Coffee Mug handle in my pocket and sneakers that would eventually collect tar. This time from the railroad ties as days earlier melting roads were the source of stick-soles.
(I wrote this poem relating to road tar:
Roadways are meant to melt and crumble.
It is their natural process.
Each time we fix and repair a road
we are going against their desires.
Roads want to crumble,
it is their true yearning.
If it wasn't, then explain why they smear
and get all over my sneaker bottom.
If a road would speak,
it would say 'let me crumble in peace.'
and stop driving on me that shit hurts.)
It seems malevolent that we create roads, which are meant to be driven upon, while roads themselves  claim that it is painful to them.

             I was to collect images of the cow coffee mug with several different backdrops and collect footage to edit to some of the soon to be Grammy Award-winning songs I had finished. To save images and footage for a time  when I have a less archaic machine to edit on (posting blogs is nightmarish; I must be a self-sadist or just highly reclusive and apt to tell stories now. Or maybe proving to create and fulfill as much as I can before I expire even if the pain of shoddy equipment causes nerve tensions that may lead to aneurism.)

The world is a backdrop for a broken cow coffee handle.

                 So I walked past the evil twin dogs who always seem to want to bite my soul from my being.. Barking back at them seldom helps  their keeping quiet but keeping quiet seldom helps them keep their quiet, either. Meowing profusely only encourages their hateful barks but entertains me nonetheless.

                It was soon that a swoop of Vultures would land on the deck of an electric obelisk. They did much more than serve as the backdrop of a broken cow coffee handle; They posed and danced in the skies and stayed a lengthy duration  to my presence much like Signi. If it were the howling the nights before seeing the Coyote, then the feathered feeling of the aires may have encouraged the birds to not merely scatter in the sight of a biped in sneakers (to distrust me as being some sort of threat.)

 14th*

It was all going amazingly until I stepped on that thorn.
Then it felt as if I had stepped on a thorn, Which I had!
I plucked it out.
"This is why you don't go barefoot..
why you don't ride bike barefoot,
while you don't jump from shaletop to shaletop barefoot!"
the academy for sneakers and shoes would have boasted and offered me a bandage.

                 The phrase "You're going to be just fine" has been trademarked, actually. I know this because there is a bandage container in the bathroom and I always eye it while I am peeing.. to the point where I had to move the package because I became upset how I would always read it every time I went in there. I would keep thinking about how it is so strange that certain phrases or emotions, maybe all in due time, would become accustomed and related to a company or brand slogan. "Ow, fuck.. I'm okay, I don't need a bandaid" however, would never become a phrase because it offers no commitment to a product or item.

                I like being outside, where salamanders walk towards me when I am playing music.
You look out of the corner of your eye and there is this small thing coming towards you.
Reduce yourself 1/800ths and it would be a terrifying dinosaur and each step would be a shaking stomp of terror but from my size and perspective the salamander's steps were very cute and adoring.
After turning the thought 'salamander salamander salamander' in my mind for weeks prior it was a nice occasion for such a creature to greet me in real presence, manifest from wishful thinking.
I had kept looking under stones near the moss and hoping to find some every now and then. One of the most humorous  and nerve-testing ways to come across something is to stop looking. Or stop 'wanting,' perhaps. And so behold was the fiery creature coming toward me after I forgot all about searching.
I remember once my friend was being sexually hit on by a preying mantis in a tennis ball court but that is another instance for another time. Though he was wearing a green and white striped polo which I think may have had something to do with it.

I picked up the mander and placed it into the soil where a feline would not later harass it.

:Interlude:
24 Year Old wind surfer who hates music looking for a mean girl. Activities include not having fun. Seeking Canadian for holding hands and attending autopsy concertos.
__----___----___----
Find sexy singles near you. 89% disauthentic robots. Electronic sausage fest of repressed desires spilling out into digital overflow.::

                but it wasn't until later that the thorn decided to attack.
I'm sure if a snail grew human legs and nice full thick set of red lips and spoke from them "man you people all seem weird to me" then that would really throw people off.

                 Pistachios were saved for another time and I started to pedal my bike. Pedal pedal pedal and sweat collected yet the skies were forgiving to all the time cramped up around places where payment buttons opted for conversation transfers and it was nice to get out of a citizen-mindset.
"But how will you live without money?"
"Burn it!"
"But how will you survive without gps?"
"Kill me!"

                Away from digital fuzz the crickets swept in tune and humans around were possibly real.. not just electronic murals of 'click here for eight offers.'   Millions of men were harassing an effigy of a female somewhere but not here.. not now. I'll throw a stick with a celebrity cut out pasted on it.. throw it far one way, far, and allow the poor woman to escape while the others chase the stick. Run, run,lady, get away while you can.. and then I continue to ride off into the sunset with a social retardation that makes a rabid squirrel look like a possible contender for Mr. Universal Proper.

             "Write me bite me fight me, but don't write me long." was texted in an alien language then I took the phone and tossed it into the lakeside. It skipped like a stone then I apologized to the fish or crabs who may have to see such a device. Maybe it will infiltrate them, too.. God I hope not.

Eternal love eternal peace eternal joy internal grace
God fucking damnit can't this line go any faster, why do people look at you funny when you walk backwards while peeing your signature in cursive***
The contradictions of wishful mantras.

***The only way you can pee any names is in cursive unless you start and stop and start and stop enough to cause a line break of words on the ground. An insightful tip from an old Ann Landers clipping via The Daily Times, Aug 15th 1993.

                Like some blur in a busy world, weaving in and out between a niche the beautiful air was breathed in fully up the stream side where clothes were shed and Geese covered their babies eyes for they had been taught what proper and improper were.
Somewhere there was a beach party with pasta being cooked on an open flame and it might have been the very first time that ever happened... but there was no proof of such an event because it was all so good that everybody ate it all up. Weird to think that photos weren't taken and posted on anybody's wall but none were because the pasta was so good.
              I sat and ate my Cliff bar in the sand while that scenario never even crossed my mind at the time.
I was glad that it didn't, because I would have grown  a deprivation for a much tastier appetite.
I pedaled and pedaled more and more then I stepped on a thorn. I plucked it out.

15th*

                 It was not a dismal experience but a great adventure having found the quicksand. I'm unaware of anybody having the intention to find quicksand but I am sure there are those out there seeking to hide some thing or some body for a very long time that appreciate it. All off the rest of us, it seems, know that quick sand much like the Fiery Mander above, finds us and not us it.

                    Further down there was Misterio Slithers, The water gliding shore sailor. It was past the pollywogs that Slithers emerged on through the stream. I listened closely to any advice.
Sssttttt stttttttttttttt sstttttttttttttttsttttttttttttt
"Yeah, that's what you always say' I thought at first, but then I had begun to listen more closely.
Stttttt if youstttttt chsstttttttttttttttt shlssssttttttttttts sssssssssssssttttllyyyyy
"no no, I haven't tuned in yet.. wait, I can almost hear...."
If we had any respect for the children we would take them out of the schools immediately.
That made a bit of sense to me at first but the longer I talked to Slithers the more obvious it became that Slithers was referring to schools of fish. Therefore, the snake meant he wanted to take young minnows out of the larger groups and down the innard tubes of the Slithers meal expressway.

All of this finally leads to a cast of words starring in:
Quick-Lined Musketeers
(Scrutiny Laments)
This building collection of Scrutiny Laments was a proposed giration for a book that was promptly to-be printed on papernapkins with moldy cheese as the front and back cover. This book was never printed.
However, in the book you will notice the table of contents is missing not only all legs but it completely removed from the book altogether.

The fish were getting dangerous. The schools were getting smaller and many were becoming hookers.

Cider seas the fish are getting drunk! Rotting cheese the mice are walking zags!

Oceans,too, like brisk dry heat, saw porpoises hording Zigs.

Now the docks shook, the shores wiggled, The buoys sunk.

Seagulls bottled in containers wanted out. This was not an unfair request.

Cinder seize on fiery shores: Let all birds not have to tip-toe on scorchy grounds.

"wanna have a good time?" a baby trout quips through bubbles making crayfish blush.

Freckles flew out the water and into the skies, striking bottles with seagulls inside.

Now some fish were naked: Their dots coming off and rising to the occasion, out of the fluids into the skies!

Before bottles hit the ground the fish freckles popped the Seagulls free.

Whisker fish and rainbow scales saw hemlock tortoises dressed in snake skin.

"wanna have a good time?" some fish were really starting to lose it, as liquids merged with their airs.

The bellybutton at the bottom of the waters uncorked it's cork and waters swirveled in.

The equivalent to canned-heat, dry-air, nubby ladders...





*Note:All dates are measured by the Gregorian Calendar system and may be horribly inaccurate. 

Mind Sale 03 BIG DEAL

The incoming shift in consciousness wants you to BUY A NEW CAR!
Watch the mind sale in sequential order for all the easter egg subliminals to register correctly!
This program is brought to you by open fields!
Coming soon, SHOE STORES!

I'll now ride my bicycle all the way into town and wait in the big smelly line to use computers at the public library to upload more. Soon when these are all done I'll hop on over to the public access station and try to get them aired, not that they aren't in your subconscious already because of the ultra sophisticated DNA heat radar missiles a scientist buddy helped me weave into these. (I'm finishing up the middle weight of these just as some are released out so I can force-motivate myself to get them done.. Amidst the madness of so many other things being worked on for creativity's sake.) If anybody has eight extra arms to donate that would be great! These six I'm working with are starting to twitch and discombobulate.

Mind Sale 02 Thats Not Mud Youre Stepping In

This is the second video from the Mind Sale Motion Picture, hence the '02' and 'Mind Sale' listed before it in the title! Be sure to watch the rest (In order) or else some of the illuminati marketing subliminals will not register in your subconscious as well.
Dedicated to paying workers in debt, and stale milk.
'The MIND SALE' does not 'cut out' the middle man. The MIND SALE cuts the middle man until the point that the middle man does not exist!'
'Wow, with a deal like that, who could say no? It's revolutionary!'
Every MIND SALE comes with a free removable coaster and portable self-destruction mechanism. You can find us on facebook.. For eternity!
Stay tuned for BIG DEALS and heavily detailed instructions on how to think for yourself while judging others.

MIND SALE 01 Free Debt

Ideas are more powerful than bullets. Dehydration is more powerful than ideas.
Drink a MIND SALE energy drink. 'Copywriting slogans since generations were marketable'




 MIND SALE 01:Free Debt
 Towns are places to buy things. This is the first video from the Mind Sale Motion Picture. Be sure to watch the rest (In order) or else some of the illuminati marketing subliminals will not register in your subconscious as well.
Based on basing things off books. For patriots everywhere.

(Note:This was originally going to be a post about a baby Raccoon I had met amidst the morning along a roadside between TWO rivalry company oil change advertising signs. The image uploader failed to work correctly so instead comes a premature release of the MIND SALE motion picture.)
The next in this series will be uploaded soon. Collect them all and get free airline tickets plus the chance to ride in the same elevator as a mystery famous person!* 
(Your Smart Phone must have an IQ higher than 90 to enter)

90 Steps To Freedom

How to help free yourself in 90 easy steps 

or How To Be A Flying Lotus Plant:

°Take your most sacred, heart-held ideas and say 'Nope!'
This might sound harsh, but aren't most practices in quick solutions for self-improvement?

°Don't!

°Eradicate your appearance to the most slagliness state of despicable conveyance. If you are able to confidently attempt to or even successfully woo and interest a suspect lover while shed of any self-identification traits or perception of 'style' you have just ceased a pattern of traditional-rutting practice! Give yourself a pat on the shoulder.

°Care not of traditional rutting practice! Take ideas of conventional sexual relation and look at it within a new light. Compare the acts of 'getting off' to the essence of 'sharing connection' and take notes on the majority of human interaction. Ask yourself, without bitter tone but with valid interest, "How many people on Planet Earth just want to get off!?"
You may need to pick up a pocket notebook and trust-able pen for this step.. Mere mental notes may be swayed and jotting down specific details of sexual identification and contact observations will be important.
Become the observer and not the 'do'er.'
Be the shadow, flying lotus plant, be wise! Sit from environment to environment and compare the actions of others to yourself.
If by the end of your notebook you do not see yourself in any of your own studies, you have not been paying enough perception. (Paying is the key! Pay to pray! Prey to pay!)You might see yourself in one of the interactions you observe saying 'That was me, at one time, trying to get laid with that casual, crappy banter!'
Observe conversation tactics between others and view the rates of possible celibacy compared to 'Man, I hope I get laid tonight.' The perspective of the one to the opposite sex just might initiate you into an amazement of 'Holy damn, now I see why so many ladies want to chainsaw castrate men.. why have blue-balled sport fuckers ruined human relations with the opposite sex for me!?" This applies for both sexes, as well, as well as hermos, bat-folk and so on.
Please, I dis-advise you from leering beyond bushes and into a window.. The sexual interaction I speak of observing is the mental and social behavior seen in commonplace and general communication.

(Note: If Some of this strays from the specific tips on how to free yourself and turns into a trickle-down- effect, it is noted that you should create your own list on how to free humanity and then spot yourself going off on a rant.(This is step eight!) Pick on your character response immediately afterward to enter the 'free yourself bonus round.' If you are able to work this correctly, you will merge the fool with the observer and win a mile-gain of escalator transportation over the last six steps, which will not matter at all.(This is important!))

Master the timing of bird shit impact. Control the reactions of terror and awe.

The aggravation sentimental's':
°Be aware of the rhythms of response attached to your daily character. Certain responses can form into patterns. Patterns can turn into sicknesses or spastic habits. Think of children scolded for delving into imagination or the unlimited dream and being turned inside out by limitation of anti-wonder.
Please, please count the "God damnits!" for each and every toe-stub or head-collision around you, including your own. When observing this you will automatically notice the ritualistic response.
A higher-rate insufficiency or perhaps disaster may escalate into a "Jesus Christ!" or "Exploitive Deletive! (Not literally) but if you can master your very own accidents into a "Good Groucho!" or "Holy Krishna!" you are ultimately re-programming your very own rhythm.  This skill will take quite a practice for an awakening flying lotus plant. The wall is not really there but damnit it hurts when I smack straight into it! Mastering this field of reaction and catching yourself responding to many stimuli is one of the most important and time-wasting practices you can participate in.

°Reverse the roles of what you seem to think waste and treasure are. Ask if common knick-knacks are merely time-wasting paraphernalia of plastic fertilization. Don't get pissed or aggravated but learn to tap into the jester and reshape the situation. This is where the 'actor' fills the role. A mass-sardonic output may posses you but facing a situation you normally loathe can also put you into the persona of a viewpoint and allow you to understand. You can also try this by getting extremely pissed or aggravated rather than steering clear from it and at this point, the bigger of an ass you feel afterward, depending on how fiery of a volcano you become, the more interesting lessons in humility you will reflect on, Unless you are dense.. Real dense. Is density a waste or treasure!?

°Not yet, NOW!

Rhythm Effect

°This rhythm effect can relate to any scale of reaction from nervous ticks when overwhelmed to psychological responses acted out upon the character as a result from coping to trauma or dissatisfaction. THE WEIRD AND MISGUIDED WILL ALWAYS BECOME HIP AND PLENTIFUL. Do not be sour over this, but ask why commodity needs to be disfigured and bent to make somebody feel a connection of self. Is it because the conformed idea is fragmented?  Many suicide girls were initiated into being as a response of the availability of digital cameras becoming more easily accessible. As a result, many professional photographers went back to taking photographs of trees once more.
This may not be that important! But the very example that a list such as this could bend your view into it being a possibility shows a new pattern of rhythm. If you feel conned by this ill-reference and casual bash, a "Holy Groucho!" may be of healing practice.
(Note: The personification of bashing counter-culture within a counter-cultural or a nontraditional unorthodox viewpoint garners a high interest. Biting the back of one's own neck whilst the head is still attached to one's own body will begin the first phase of understanding this cultural phenomenon.(Note:See diagram above for instructions.)

°By the time you get the answer, you already do not care, yet you both knew this as a  result before searching and still went through the process of 'going for it.' Flying Lotus Plant, you are entering the wonder of any given a__hole finding the nerve to tell you "It either is or it isn't!" and having the gall to charge you a minutely rate for it. Repeat after... nobody... and "say it either is or it isn't!" and avoid the interest rates.)

The exact reference of this meaning IS....

°Awareness of emotional addiction will manifest a step ladder out of a self-dug slime pit. 
Consider your emotional responses as being a roller-coaster ride within an amusement park of consensus reality. Often, expectations of deceit can be churned out.
Have a cheerful conversation with a bill collector! Make their day feel brighter rather than just hanging up (After saying 'No She/He is not here,' of course!)

°Disallow the factor of everybody around being in a categorization of "stranger." Divide that fear of the unknown that is penetrated by imaginative assumptions through news reports and disprove that 'Everyone around sucks or is trying to kill me!' If they do turn out to suck, Just yell "Holy Groucho!' and play the role of another personality when talking to them. See if you can steer a snub into a laughter by making the most sour face in the entire world, or perhaps turn a conversation about the weather into the last time they connected freckles with a ball point pen or had a stretch armstrong catastrophe.

°Be prepared for mass-scorn, but a comfort of free-riding concern of such events is another sure step to freedom!
If they are trying to kill you, well you can't blame me for it now, can you!? Remember, "it either is or it isn't" and a premature yelling of "Holy Groucho" may confuse anybody with ill-intent to say 'hey, man, I'm staying the hell away from this person."

°Delve into your childhood past and find any possible recollections of unfulfilled dreams or even a past expression of joy. Breaking out of a 'lack of growth' is a reverse expression that adulthood has solidified. The missing step of childish curiosity and  freedom of disregard,it is as acting as a tadpole amongst the bullfrogs!
Tree-climbing, finger painting, excessive running and a practice of the imagination and limit-bending of mental boundaries are closer to the ways of a wizard than being too embarrassed or attached to a shaped personality to do such things.  Keep partaking in this method of approach until you no longer have a job. Then excel from finger painting to agriculture and tell your landlord you no longer exist, and that she/he is speaking to a Flying Lotus Plant.

°Notice any attachments to the material self, be it your very own name or what you describe yourself as when asked to share identity. If rather than expression of the self comes up you pour out ideals of movie favorites or bands, perhaps reshape that reaction by looking within yourself to personal experiences or characteristics to describe personality. You can tweak your personification of self by acknowledging how many traits you ensure are identity are merely only reactions of life-decisions or previous patterns but if you start to taste the back of your own neck you yet are unable to satisfyingly claim "Holy Groucho!" then you are trying too hard to be a lotus plant. Other results of over-trying may include god-honest serious lists of how to become free, in a concrete manner or the act of reading and completely believing detailed steps on how to become free*. Luckily, these are both completely foreign to what you are now learning**.

*Author's note-(This is one asterisk.)
**Author's Note-(These are two asterisks.)

°If you can shed identification from your sheet-self (identification, badge number, s.s.,etc) you might find a broader tip-toe to 'certified free!' (steps 73-81) or perhaps go mad in going cold-turkey on identification reliability (steps 78-88) or technological addiction... Or would not be reading up to this point at all unless thinking 'Madness, madness!!'(steps 12-77) but if you say 'Holy Groucho, this folk is mad rather than 'Holy Jesus, This folk is mad!' your flying lotus-pod may be blossoming. Give yourself a pat on the shoulder and ask why a pat on the shoulder is an expression of trivial encouragement.(Note:!!!!!!)


°The universe is your friend, Unless you are your own enemy!

Step one is the same as step 90/Step 1 is the same as step ninety.


 Special Tip! Save $ on Wheaties:
Go to any farm, get a bale of hay... Add vanilla frosting. You saved money and now you also have taste control.

In closing, The Ancient Chinese Takeout wisdom of Mr. Tony Guykamuyni says it best:

Passage 406 (Otherwise known as passage four-zero-six)
Translated by Tony G.'s traveling holy soup stand 
(A dedicated mystery school of Tony G's teachings.)
 One can piss on the shrubs but miss the Angel's garden
out the window of a 13 story building
but the rain will come and the angels won't mind
and for each second you wonder where freedom may be
was a chance you could have experienced an adventure to the fullest.
Be not the wise one to collect guidelines nor the seeker of
"wah wah wah why can't I be the chosen one."
Shit happens, people die from falling coconuts
It is what it is, get your ass from out of that window breeze.