Shadow-Feast

"On what do they feed?" some might ask. Light or matter, that is the question. Can't have one. Without the other. They echo. The Wicked Witch Formerly of West Texas is certainly up to stuff. Let that be said.

Dance Craze Walla

Dangerous levels of funk have been detected in The New Black Mansion this morning, leading to a declaration of a dance emergency. Residents of Walla Walla and surrounding planets are advised to bust a serious move or risk a solidifying hex of some sort or other. Last time saw a few unfortunate anti-dancers transformed into confectionary statues. This was, of course, the intent, the confectionary figurative sculpture becoming part of an installation piece and conjuration meant to secure a permanent portal in the center of the town for Elvis manifestations and other important galactic communication work. What the ultimate purpose of this particular dance craze might be is still unknown, but since dance crazes have replaced Walla Walla scenes there's been speculation that these incidents are staged as part of some weird time travel experiment being conducted in secret basement laboratories. This is exactly what is going on. Be advised. Mind, also, the shadows.

Tempestuous Fantastic

Experimentation continues in the secret laboratories of the New Black Mansion, as we attempt to analyze cosmic resonances in induced time anomalies, exploring the functional intricacies of The Medusa Recordex. Portents are portentous, as usual, with the question, as always, what does it all portend? And what does it have to do with recent development in erection dysfunction rocket science? Is this a cartoon? With a clown at the helm, what happens if one pingpong ball too many gets rolling around just as a new life form which is a chimera, actually, but half hidden, takes up residence in an ecosystem just waiting for this species? Orange Ahab pricks with anticip-- ation. This is the experiment.

Wicked Tricks Slipping Glimpsing

What careens on the moon's auric beams this night, the owls flight and windows themselves gaze both ways? The glamour-cast for fog season forebode scintillating dazzle, mist-shrouded in rainbow glow, for when is light more splendid? The twin sisters of Walula shroud themselves in river-down and glimmer, heads held aloft in tumultuous starshine. It's a Walla Walla dance craze requiring the most light-immersive finery. Luminescence is the project, as usual. Time and time again twisting through the Medusa Recordex, ever expanding perspective. One wonders how this message flows backward, or one does not.

Space Weather Update

There's probably nothing to this space weather alert from NASA. 

Somos Pocos, Pero Locos

From The Medusa Recordex Advanced Instructional Manual, page seven:

"Visibility and invisibility, they are not complimentary, mutually exclusive modes. When analyzing the visible, one must account for the presence of what it implies. This is rather like talking about the shadows of things. The implications of anything are multitudinous and yet unseen. The crux of invisibility is as much a question of disguise as anything else. Invisibility is not the ceasing to exist of the thing, rather it is the movement of that thing into a perceptual form that no longer evokes the same recognition. Most of your world is set to manage what you perceive. Also, dance some. That's not a metaphor. The shadow of ivy creeps up the wall in candles' stuttering glow, while its roots tap the waters flowing underneath. These become properties of the thing itself. What is visible is dependent.

When using multiple perceptual settings a practiced player is able to fine-tune output to match background settings utilizing a vast array of filters."

Focus on the Unicorn

Herbs having quite an expansion. The Hoodoo Altar continues to be Miraculous.

Medusa Recordex Update

Feelings of disorientation from experience of multiple time streams is sometimes challenging for new users of The Medusa Recordex. Do not worry. This is a temporary sensation caused by the faceting of attention. One learns to surf the various streams in simultaneity, the practice being fluid. Dance. This is a point long made. Dance is not, however, merely metaphor. It is preparation. This stupid-seeming text is a rhizome. That's been made clear. This is essential to the process of creating the sort of independent intelligence that functions in various reality modes. You know that though. So, the text is the record, to be sure, but it's functional. Hello. This operator's manual should studied thoroughly before any attempt is made to engage The Medusa Recordex's Time Effects, for it is vitally important that one determine an anchor point, which is a difficult matter, because that thing itself does not exist. Whatever.

Logical

Cartoon logic meets meteor. This is what we've been talking about.