Ratio the Ammuniti Prt3 Right back to frame So far Saturday, Dec 22 2012 

So far so good, it all good if it so n so, cause there no swap in pause, it all good, ever there being caused. Distance is so so. Like this like that, as long as you like, you got it twice back, to right the front.

All we do is spin, REALLY.

I’ll make this one light, just the first true telling post, of last late, the night was all for the thank soothe spelling.

It was from a ‘thread’ speaking of what a picture wants, though no picture does my gaze haunts else sight goes my daze,

Post one;

So perhaps modern art presence is more of our place in front of it, of us finding and discovering it, possibly productive pretence.
Rather than what was of post taste artistic vernacular being that it discovered us, it came before us, not any longer so drawn out and taught, a thing of Court, now we are the teachers of that heart.

Simply answering the question, ‘What do pictures want?’ Us to grant them an audience. Acclaim. Us to lay our claim to its frame of self styled home made domain.
The art of history orders its ownership outlasting us and certainly ‘fame’.

Modern art is famous. We forward its worldly worth.
Ask instance. Hint of here.
Ageless art is infamous. It ward for our worth Worldly.
Task insistence. Inherent of hereafter.


Post 2;

My previous point being, that pictures, used to demand to be seen to be believed, and now more so than ever, pictures are a scene, that the ‘viewer’ is part of, that the art is for the masses, because it of their choice, rather than as history, it gives you the voice.
Pictures used to want to change and challenge the world, now they settle for a self styled mantle of individually owned, not the historic unified owed.
Art used to insist it bonded us all, now it little less than a commentary ode to the individual.
It used to insist before personal taste, now it butt beyond, fad faceted haste.


Post three;

Upon its end, I had the thought, a reminder from today, that I had had a few enjoyable, I think uniquely relate-able thoughts, that would have translated to others well, I would venture a fancy. If I could recall them…

Then I was reminded of something a contact had just said, that had been told to them, ‘you think too much’, I had some varying thoughts upon this, but in relation et retaliation to this post of yours;
I have to say, it takes time to think, more so, to experience, enough to illicit uniquely translatable thoughts, more so, to translate in your own language and art and skill…it all takes time and effort, it all takes energy and desire or Requirement.

Now I do agree with you, that there ought be more art and what that therein and what is out there, that needs to be … considered.
They are doing it, be sure of this, however…we need to have the will and wish to dig for it.
Success is simply a matter of the right person at the right time with the right endorsement that triggers a payment for the privilege.
But that being said, I do agree with you, more so about the fact that there more so an aversion to sharing ones ideas, because of the … idiocy et sanity that has them think that these ideas and thoughts and experiences will be ‘stolen’. Which can only mean one thing, not that another will be sharing in their ideals and proposals and Philosophies, but that someone else will get paid for it and they will miss out on that pay check, tick, gold star, brownie point.
Recognition. More so now, Fame, if it can be bought and sold, a can of soup is what it is condensed into…individuality looking for approval…what a contra-drama that tis, modernity tisk tisk tisk 15 minutes, only got one life, fix fax fux…it all about now
It all so much a matter of competition, not relation nor relativity, really, success in this day means equity, certainly not equality.
There we go.

I would go on more about this, but i wish to do so in my blog, HA HA, however, I have to plug, that mine is private.
Duality to the equity, in deed, in debt.


I’ll leave it there for the time being, and if nothing else further of your considered thought, perhaps, right there is something to stare are for a while, for the ‘Time Being’, what do you consider to there of there fore, there en their being a Being a Be C ausing a scene obSeen…ly.

Good and well, Night.

Quite what Will I stayed up for of or…



Rational the Ammunitional Prt2 Post-Chaste penchant Pre-Dict Saturday, Dec 22 2012 

The post most host post-chaste;

Hello there, I dont live in the US of A, so I dont have much of an opinion upon your process nor politics.
I only read the last page of posts, and I just wished to reply to Gee, though of course, as in any open environment, I encourage you to inform or correct, if any of what I say within your earshot, you feel or think incorrect.

The first thought was about the African stats that ‘claim’ that most deaths are not caused by guns, I simply thought, ‘registered’ guns, or ‘registered’ Reason as to how and why that person was killed.
Oh, I happen of the think that anything of an explosive force, including land-mines, grenades, TNT-even etc is considered as a Fire-arm, therefore ‘gun’.

Also what you said about the US of As’ prison system and mental health ‘institutions’, I believe to be correct, however to add to this, something that might be generally considered by people, so no thought to mention, however I have never heard it mentioned, and not considering myself as general, I also have to point out, Population increase.
There are more people, of course there are going to be more people in jail.
And then i am sure if you measure the government officials and officers percentage lowering, I tend to think that over ALL we are doing better than if ever there were a before.
I heard something recently, now I am not sure if it was planetary or just my ‘great’ country, but the stats confirmed that murder had lowered in comparison of an ‘all time low’.
This really cheered me up about the masses.

On a personal note concerning this thread progenitory post, I was wary of posting in this threads’ topic elsewhere, due to what the media dubbed the poor individual who did such a frightening and unnatural act…,
(going to add to the theory of that which ‘consists as natural’ if it finds or builds the means in which to extinguish that their your MY entire ‘chapter’ of what would be thereon unable to be regarding as ‘natural’),…
and the point I think might more apply to the general ilk of philosophers, Loner, I used to classify even class myself as such, to hear that ‘tag’ for the young ‘man’s’ position- within a social understanding of classification, I think reckless, prejudiced and irresponsible. Dangerous.
It makes the world revert to thinking of or acting like the Sheriff of Marley’s song and the Rambo first blood part 1diot.

Oh, and I dont honestly think it ‘respect’ that stops you if held by a gun point. But certainly fear, and we all have misunderstood the fear/respect paradoxical contradiction.
The only ‘thing’ that needs and can claim to need both fear and respect, would never hold a gun to our head.

It so funny, sort of, or threatening, someone today on the street, stopped me and asked me how to spell, ‘amunition’, I can see now clearly I got it wrong. Gladly.


Right we have that in-of-the-way or out-of-the-stay.

The title, just quickly, basically reflects the All in all of this, or that which most binds us All, the municipal comes to mind, as does the Missionary, so the Courts and the Calling and then the sub title, which i think might be better served as C n t till called. I dont know, I think i have to keep it as is, for the time being, and if something else comes up, I’ll change it up. But I particularly enjoy the last part of the second, ‘Pre-Dict’, there a lot any old dud or sot, bud or son of the soil could make of and grate off of that. Willingly or blindfully, I am not too sure, at the moment, whether this blog, will be remaining public, no offence, however, I am sure, I am taken and sought for such as the off of so so sense, which by knowing so, I also have to join the crowd upon that rowed.

Now, I suppose I had better list the things within this that I might want to expand or depend en deep depress upon in some to none other way. Later in life, or as we might see, yesterday.

‘Registered Reason’ for anything, really, however in this case sensitive particular, it RR of Murder, as it would seem to a point, any unregistered not really a Reason regulate. And a Registered Un-reason would be, at a supposition, though not substantiated as of yet, if ever, of reported Criminal activity, or simply the seal of insanity, which would be…, for a start Murder, or suicide, basic Committed, Institution-stationed, (I was going to say ‘institutionalised’ however, that too broadly applicable to be…the ‘world’-first evil, so therefore this too, true of a register of un-reason; Evil)(The three known Biblical evils being the ‘world’ the ‘flesh’ and the ‘devil’)(so applicable but, nope no but, I think that the answer, be off with the end of the bracket, for that!

‘Poor’ properly, fully and truly has nothing to do with external property, nothing at all really does, Poor the most applicable to that of the mind, spirit or body, those ‘things’ we cannot be bought, sold, or got-shot of, other than, sadly evil-murder or insanity-suicide. Pauper a matter of material, but people are lazy and equate way too easily and forgetfully, pauper is close to poor, Poor is weakness, fragility, vulnerability, if money and amassing is of no process nor conquest for thee, then you are stronger than the ‘man’ with the most of that, but no heart. Nor offered hand.

Unnatural, being examined and explained, as simply insanity, that which kills itself, or learns how to. And of course evil, murder, which diverge but do have emergence. NOT Man. Not kind.

The thinker is the aloner. I wonder if we when together gathered, are actually thinking and not simply thoughtfully reacting. So maybe while alone we prepare for togather, or when together we decompare to be able to bare or bathe in eachs own Altogether.

We dress to impress, we disrobe to implode?…I dont quite think so, abode is abide is reside…I used to think that home, meant to host access, to dress to impress, I dont terribly follow this any longer, now it is certainly more so a case of Host to accede.

Maybe the ‘other’ the party, is a matter of Host as a means to be able to amble better and obey more so, either…the other or the neither?

We have run over yet again, lets make it the correct amount after account.




Ration the Ammunition. Prt1: Loner the ambigulation Saturday, Dec 22 2012 

Ambigulation ambigation ambulation…ah ha I found one that was ‘spelled’ correctly, right, so ambigulation means the ‘lation’ of ambiguous. Not a presence et pretensile (a ‘sile’ of pretence). It ‘ambigulation’ has to mean to a point, the population regulation congratulation of ambiguous, so I would think a broadly ambiguous social understanding or production. Now I doubt that the ‘ambulation’ has too much context where it comes or goes from ‘ambiguous’, I try to figure it out on my ownsome, I think ‘ambulance’, I think of ‘amble’ ‘amputation’ and then I reference ‘ambush’…hmm, quite pertinent to the post I … posted elsewhere tonight, I am about to post here and make more of a dearness and self impress and reveal, if I’ll have me for it and the time it takes to be able to save and give me from it.

For I do wonder what a thought taught or brought-forth is for, if not for the forwarding or for the simple, albeit at times regrettable ability and affinity I find in the forgetting.

What else is a thought shared for, but to remove it, move on from it, to a form, forget it?

So ‘ambigulation’, shall we check to see what the possible side-kick of its correct refer reflected fee, ‘ambulation’, might fully aware be?
I was considering ‘amputation’ and then the ‘ample’ I suppose became ‘amble’…so an ambulation, has to ‘ulate’ or ‘ulation’ an amble, I think ’emulate’ et ’emulation’…it seems to me, likeness. The likeness of an amble, or the amble of a likeness…so I tend to correct my further fund finding ‘ambigulation’ as a likeness or movement, so possibly a consensus upon or of, because, was, does…ambiguate…’act like ambiguity’, so a show…again, a relation or understanding of another…okay this is getting old, and I dont wish to bore ya, well, me.
I will simply, for that is my point, at this recent venture, at best being, served et seating, simply being.

This is the post I did there elsewhere than here, post, think, toast and shrink, here I dont need to curb my enthusiasm, though sadly not the sort that shall be openly more able to be witnessed as such, though happily, I am here, in the eyes of my beholder, Me. I may walk the world, one eye observed, the other obscured, the third obsurd (yes yes Obsurd)(ha, the obfuscation of absurd iteration en liferation-)it personal production so no con nor pro, to en fro( liberation irate-ation-)not the rash but the germ( ultimate attempt at anti-illiteration )which is the litigation et literation notion of unconsidered illiteracy(-)which ultimately I think is what alliteration can aspire en despair-disparity-)depravity? maybe?(-)no, if needs be ‘dispart-ion-ity'( addnauseum  addendum-b)-we here, for the first time maybe, ‘obbed’ in stead of added…I could go on, but then where would we belong? enough to leave? or certainly ‘enough’ of an alter (-ate, Smile)
Reef (refresh the rift)(nope, I dont ‘smoke’ did, once upon a when, dont Now, is what n why my pen depends)(I do somewhat blow though, stupid insipid tobacco, though, this writing lark goes to show, the smoke aint host, when I make myself known, as in wherein where we are write now, the game of thought, (that one’ll wait for a bit)
Reef; I may walk the world, one eye observed, the other obscured, the ‘possibility self O-ssured n scored’ (Ha, I found Oz)…third obsurd serving and served, however I do have sight of both before and beyond light, life and Right.

This post kind of proves that or unprovides the Loner stud-dud (which might actually mean ‘stupid’)( a dud that sprays or shoots it, not blanks, but likely a ‘plank’)(yes, a self description here and there it is, and just why I cant presently bare to be near or to hear it) Loner, self styled class of unsatisfaction en unfunction en unclassifaction en unencore…moi en store if I keep proudly myself the ‘Loner’ of score.

Ah, there was a post previous to this one, that I have just linked, so it might be prudent to post that first, as it has obviously led to the latter, most recent, that I am here, trying (honestly) trying (correctly) to post here and ‘now’, though, seriously upon dismissing of a thought, perhaps, rephaps, it just so happened that this is what led to that happening, in other words, what is now, led me to then, ‘before’ now, so in a sense of reference, what is now, led me to what was then when, not when then, -pre-hence post-tence might well as will may post-hence pre-tence.

I led my way to where I came from.
(a Ways B fores)

My form leaves to where I was following…I think, yes, better, upon correction, but I think for future reference, you show your workings, else how will you ever be able to plot the plant.

The post, I was and now will post, first, though came last before this…

And of course, we come to the course, I now dont know if relative or relevant, as the post puts me over the 1000 words counter, which I did previously state I would make more of the less of, for the considerations of those who might be reading, or trying to read … this, me…

So the now, surly infamous post, to come first, though post to the host of most note, which leads us to wonder or wander towards Notorious and his little Nothing, anyway, I am curbing this exaggeration of the needed, surly need of fought for thought, to the next post, where, I will make short commentary upon what we have been seeking, and shall now be the second part to the trinity, that will also have the third part, be right where our start ended,

All my Me.


The Security of a dreamless hopeless scrutiny… Thursday, Dec 20 2012 

I have come to a mind, a finding of a sort, as it not much past lost. But past enough of the un-got, to not have to suffer the notice of shot.
It, as am I twit, note myself Notorious Nothing.

It an even oddity, to be dreamless fret hopeless, it all there in that line, you have no dreams, you notice such, and as of the course un-catered, your seat alone keeps the hunger well sated.
I find a wonder meant as I spelled that out, where is my anger, my ire, my hatred higher…is such as this, more so a matter of lost dream or hope gist…you lose the list, so first unguided sought gain, is anger the dream and hate its hope?

Yet, my scope is without either, noted or demoted, I have no idea, as of yet, as of why, I am here, write now, possibly a new righting, or is their the aware it will split me in two rioting waries of null ave fied, close but not quite, null in void.
I seem to have taken with me, in satchel pastel-green, enough of a length of light rope, to here, thug and miss myself to rift and rust of drift handled dust…West of dusk was sometime ago now, and dawn a never age a-gone…South arrow.

My home is a sand castle.


Sweating out the Vain Wednesday, Dec 19 2012 

So, we were speaking of the physical exercise today, that what I meant by ‘session’ participation. Well I tend to think it better put, previously, introductorily, somewhat of a catch up to post here, what other posts or pages I had added to a ‘thread’ elsewhere, otherwise…

Where we were discussing or debating our share of our each own workable outer reach, work-out stretch and streak, do please forgive when I speak, if you find that I preach.

Post the first;

New work-out I dropped out…of

100 sit-ups
90 knee lunges
80 leg raises
700 metres rowing
60 bar-raises
50 kettle-bell thrusts,swings
40 …
30 …
20 …
10 …
I forget what the last ones were, I only made it to the kettle bell swings, before I dropped-out, I managed this in 33 mins, not at all optimum.

33×60=99x2x10=180+18×10=1980divide by 450=about one movement/exercise every 4 seconds, I think…

4.4 seconds, you know what, I dont think that that bad…felt like crap afterwards though.


(Me pre ‘Post the second’) Post t 2nd is in conversation with szpecific contact, close to what I could have grown to accuse as a pal, mate, chum possible of applied maturing into friend, but I am not one to lend or depend upon such ripening…;

Post the second;

I always found that some consistent CV helps with headaches, not running in this case, but the cross-trainer might be a good solution. Movement momentum rather than padding pounding and beating berating.

You are, of course correct, my trainer says about 45 minutes per session is best to do, due to the build up of, I think ‘lactic’ acid in the body and it needs time to clear its self of this. Though that does not mean you can only do one work-out a day, just give it a few hours between them. But the one I just described had me wobble for most the rest of yesterday…Till today, slightly stiff, may go for some CV myself later, but might save it for tomorrow, Hooray, tomorrow a muscle building day and maybe some of this new cool running thing I do, forget the name, but you basically build up speed and then for about five to ten minutes, you sprint Reeeally fast for thirty seconds and then jog for a minute, then speed up again and back down, I really liked that last week, but did sadly take up too much of the muscle session, though did do some good work on my shoulders earlier this week.


(Me now, or when now was when I was then at that there then now) Oh yes, any question I do Here, this blog, pose, or posit, or plug open socket, I would hope you yourself, dear reader, feel at freest last least liberty fast feast, fleet of thought feat, to reply, of the answer kind any way or kind reply you care to say.

Post the third;

What supplements do you take? and for what, exactly?

I got some of my own today too, though it still the 30th, one behind you. Not really ‘on’ tick or credit when it comes to being alive, right?

(Me ode now)meow(-t’will be from now known) (Life and health being the ticket of self imposed praise at practice un-limited access, as only the self edits what your Creation accredits, only thing owed of Creation is the awe of its credit…new-limitless)

What do you, if you do, know about Taurine? As a supplement, of course, rather than the horribly expensive fizzy caffeine added drinks?

I dont know how you can ‘take’ a sedative and still have any energy to accomplish the things we would like to accomplish along our sweaty way…any real advantage, or do you actually thrive on the added difficulty level that they might bring?
You know, like it is somewhat harder to work-out first-thing in the morning, but some people push this difficulty level by only doing such a thing at such an un-time as that…)done gong gung dong(

I bench-pressed about 55kg today, I am happy with that, but strangely I dont feel half as ‘pumped’ as i did last week, nor the week before, in-fact i simply feel lubricated, enough to have though to go and have a run shortly, or even away to the gym with me, after my soup, which is lacking in protein, sadly. But gladly for the added vits of the veg and spices, herbs and dices.

Overall good day, could have done better. WILL do better. cant afford the trainer for a couple of weeks, so it back to my own effort of my own making.

Thanks for listening, any reply would be delightening.


It was of a course, this ‘thread’ that led me to the decision to keep myself more of formed self in process of focus, as you’ll start to see, progress, with the occasional request, of joint address, towards the things that work us out, up and altogatherly stout.

I also, have just noticed, of my own self interest, for your invest, that a too long post, simply makes for a lonesome host, so I am going to keep, them -the published Here particular posts to as little above 729 words right then, )not now( so no more than 777 shall I send, in any one sittings’ strain.

Though as now has caught up with us, upon an extension add-it, any thing and all counts are not claimed. But I will try to keep them to overawe-all-ly under a ton of ten, if I have my slang of the Briton correct, a Kilo of mishmash meter 1000 marks wide a wade, mile I made.

Carriages are after all the more enjoyable a ride, suited towards stations nations momentums pride, than tracts so clashing and prolonging, as to collude against joint class cast belonging.

Carriages are after all the more enjoyable a ride, suited towards stations on nations momentums pride. Rather than tracts ganged so prolonged and clanging, as to collude against joint class caste ballet belonging.


Waiting upon Wane Wednesday, Dec 19 2012 

So, sadly I am of a mind that my day is only already done, which makes me wonder about my own perforce of life forced…is an insubstantial existence of impersonal performance.

Got up, got dressed, for the session, always brings me a be a bout of focussed fondness, when I have the ‘problem’ of body at high beat, to solve and sweat out, as neatly as one might be of possibility.

Meaning, basically, I set out my clothes for the morning, clothes that are ultimately going to be running and ruined with sweat and an impressed extended chest…

This double-spaced paragraph sentence, is of high annoyance…

5 hours later, it really did annoy me. (tee-hee-dee) so at this juncture, this post, I started to quote other older elsewhere exercise wonders, but I will make this the post end, of the first published fissure of send. I shall be sorting out the double entr terrible, in the meaningful mean of full time, while away, feel free to while away with thought to report n retort to the quaint ditty n quality sissy, that is my blog and its content contentity relativity, please do feel free, at liberty, at any of your own styled time, to drop me a line and request my mundane opine upon anything…opening of option.

Feel free to critique, me, for at some closer juncture I shall be doing so of my entire entwined world, minus the evil that is of a faithless faceless man un kind.


Once upon a While Tuesday, Dec 18 2012 

First off, young man, you ought think to have a titles title page, at some safe subsequent stage. Off left, of course.

I don’t like this double-spaced paragraph ‘enter’ entreaty anti treatment, so this the first …what did they call it? ‘theme’, might well not last…

Finish what you were just doing before that newly occasion thought undoing, right, so I was wanting to make sure that the title, as is above, ‘Once upon a…’ does not get neglected, because these things need be snappy, in this chapping chapter of double spaced human-nature, or basic lack of patience and venture fixes id-ent-hoc fixatives, ha ha, fad-hoc of anti-anticipation pro=proliferation, impatient impudence…but hey youth is for the quickening…but not the revitalising, relative to all those any, beyond 33 wearing any kind of cartoon printed apparel, save where the sun dont shite.

Where was I? where were you? where was we?

Oh yes, titles, finish yours, in box, if so after sift a later is of more immediate gift, change shift.

Once upon a While, Once in a time;

Once in a knit IT ties me to time…back to front.

There we move along, for this the first of my posts, pauses, calls, collects…I am sure things will later be sub-categorised and and catalogued mine wise, so not of the clock variety, it would seem well to surmise.

Before sunrise, that is.

So, odd occurrences or notorious riots of each day, I would not like to think so easily forgotten or un-offered of  fondness or even offence, lets pretend lest we forget…no regret where the mind was a matter of neglect…to correct, reflect and certainly null nipped of an edit.

Lest we forget, least we omit, less we edit, last we regret.

No fret, no limit, no edit, save but to add n tag, Rag n Royal, Write n Wail. Hmm, slight of sight so somewhat at a stump’d point.

So wont force this, just nice, to have the thoughts joined force finger flutter enjoyment back with me for the time being trigger.

See you anon, soon as spared tomorrows snooze. So any emit between now and time tomorrows omit.

Quilliup, Giddy-up goodnight.