Five Skeins

What is real, and what is words? 

Here's what I have so far, mild spoilers:

/4/ Erebus and Luna held by Hausos leave the Eclipse on high, Merlin navigating the panicked people discovers conflict over crops in low light and armies battle when it rains in the endless dusk. A society of curious occultists attempt to use magic to end sorcery, their faith and loyalty is put to the test among the rise of the pagan gods. 

/5/ Oneiros tricks Merlin helped by Brigid into fighting the wrong villains of the story, in combat trials they discover the secret of infiltration, but while the pagans ignore one problem to solve another it occupies him now to find the villain, the summoners/sorcerers are falling faster than the pagans can explain, and their power given to the mastermind Oneiros, powerless conflicts cause the druids to do the right wrong thing, and Merlin is forced to do the wrong right thing, facing the powers collected. 

/6/ When the cult of Kairos loses a Chimera they summon Sino with amnesia, his choices going against plans when he meets Merlin, who remembers him, in a new age discovering power Merlin had kept in the past, ambitions paused by common enemies even heroes are following clues deep into Drow lands, where there are no maps to tell the truth. 

>Epona, maybe Cernunnos in this one. 

New trilogy.

/7/ Primordial. When Valhalla is destroyed, and the gates of Niflheim are opened, Merlin will have to find, truce, and fight with Hel to chase secrets, challenging the new overlords, manipulating the enochian laws, using solomonic weapons to survive. 

/8/ Ethereal... the runes begin falling drawn to ancient lay lines drawing power from the planets in harmony sequence notes... the opening ether brings a new alchemy magic...  desires assumed as hungers lie, then Merlin's first enemy enters the chat. Saved it. 

IDK what to do with 8. I've to refill my brain with some books not quotes. Review megapost June 1st. 

Currency Flags 2: Value by Proxy

Slept. Exercised. So let’s continue…

Subtitle Differences

Workers, including the owners. When UBI recipients outnumber the GDP, inflation is the last branch left to hang yourselves. 

The budget isn't the only payroll, it's not even the most important when you consider the flaws found when we do, or never do, a corruption probe. 

Plus I gotta deal with the racist plonkers who think they're the minority. I just ask when you come here, don't bring your cousin who counts to 12 on his fingers. Hehe. 

Slot Machine Economics

Where the warlords start robbing a gun store, not quite. Prices up in partnership with simonist newsies isn’t from cash like bartertown or coins like blockchain, but monopoly on the shortage. Welcome to the instructions for the shortage on futureproofing. You could cut out the middleman, ordering online like the new west, or leasing the privilege to rent (before renting) like the ancient east, when stores after robbery become storefronts, the scavengers become predators, like people to armies, like poets to warriors, like pagans to ruins…

The price goes up, the taxes collected are up - if the answer is inflation - the cash is flush, people think about the quantity instead of quality (hard value) and everywhere is a pay toilet. Not exactly what the redistributionists “sought vociferously,” but the market has a way of balance. It’s [current year] and the reaper goes for my enemies. 

Rehashing the obvious

They’ll lower some punishments to minimize the statistic, the quick will leave, the strong will fight. Homeland again, the pretty breed, so there’s a glut for a generation, and by the hand of god, not the world’s formerly wealthiest throwing money at smokeless plots to get their family high, and those blacklisters and illuminati are a little of both. Wait, only the stupid are breeding, but damn are they pretty. A simpler time, where a few alphabets, languages, tribes, covens, and a damaged daydreamer hold the world together with brocades of intellect and surgical strike teams. 

Printing down the stimulus won’t even wait for the shelves to empty, despite this charity of embarrassments and obligations of benefits. 

Cashes to cashes

Resources refined, warehouses filled, cost of production taking a bloodbath, and here comes the magic money. So much to know new specialties connect the network or nations or continents. Try to behave like adults with nuclear weapons, not like escaped politicos going nowhere fast. Where are you going? No idea! 

The wildcard is better for some in the fade, making containers with grass instead increases the petroleum supply, making drugs from plants instead pharmaceuticals from petroleum would spare some midnight oil, depending on how lifted you get on your stores. Then you can save gas money getting to your date, fighting underpopulation, and expel carbon, fighting global cooling. 

Stimmies buy tendies f’sho. 

Stipends remunerate amenities surely. 

Flying off the shelves means workers are flying off the handles, buying votes now making resource acquisition a renewed priority, now we’re leaning into war, or the mostly peaceful rioters. Kings (or the real leaders) had messengers, today a phone, they have more prejudice than cause to combat. With nobody selling a moral compass, there’s an asshole in a hole in the ground, and an idiot who can’t tell the difference. 

My walls have ears. I’ll be creative with your enemies, as if they were my enemies. I haven’t had any yet, but the big mess is a world. Supposing that they’d avenge me, nobody is avenging the slip into profligacy becoming the institutional derivation. That government is divided like the news coalitions, it’s going to be interesting if you’re a journo. 

The menu prices don’t matter to some. Restaurants watch the ingredients, poets watch the color of the water on the ground, the emperor watches Earth. It was interesting watching sanctions fly off the press without a single embargo, and then the borders torn down from inside or outside to save panic buying and disposable income. 

Doublet Deja Vu

Credit cards cut from the same plastic, spies of decentralised credit markets and headhunting shortsellers was the duty of cryptojunkies and r/wallstbets, with hoarding on balance sheets and lines of freight ships, if it were a printing problem the network would’ve traded horses for cattle. Thin ice as gov’t burns raisins and dumps milk to drive up the price, again unable to save or stockpile or spread itself beyond the critical faultline. Insomuch, driving prices up, to where the printing press is, some idiot gets to be the hero again, but enough about gov’t. Money transfers faster than promises, but commodities are slower and balance against fuel costs. This is a slowdown for any number of purposes beyond any known reason. 

Pricetag You’re It

The representatives pick favorites, long unnewsworthy that everyone has forgotten, rare pricing and beautiful treasures, the signs of prosperity for scoundrels to circle, to pile it in the village, to wear it on display with nothing to lose. The golden rule that nobody can read, the experience of withholding triggers politicians to blame capitalism or to call survival pantries as illegal hoarding. Taxing the middle class out of comfort in the present, killing them in the past. 

The wrong price hike and the wrong precautions, don’t worry there’ll be a politician screaming for everyone to be calm when they are, trust goes out the window and bias of news shrinks reports to the best in the past few days, pumping the rumor breaks, and markets say “let’s eat, gamma” …or something. 

Don’t put this in a textbook…

Given that people love money it’s probably that we trust people like spending magic money or throwing it on the trending fires. The inflation in waves of sensationalism and reprieves like waning tides less dangerous than deep waters as waves continue, the cause (like the moon) changing its face and position as currents move thoughtless and effortless unless Godzilla and Cthulhu print inflationary hell in the process of saving us, make that movie, don’t be surprised if they make a reboot or sequel by how everyone responds. 

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 //*If you use this in your econ paper, add examples. 1me-abc..you, 2-abc, etc. It sells the paper and sinks in.*//

Thanks for the read, a pleasure truly exhausted, the next post will be 1.618 months out of today from a notebook, the cursive besides.  

Currency Flags: Meme Economy

The “we come in peace” crowd. I’m assuming the inflation is corollary to the emigration panopoly. Pursuant to non-conflict frugality, the jester’s position has been and is thus. 

Printer go Brrrrden

If we can’t control them we should lead them. If we can’t lead them we should control them. Which is lesser, using the bad idea, or not using the good one? We have to split the difference on the same subject or they’ll never learn. 

That you can monetize amortization without accounts receivable -- you’re illogical and your voters are confined by colorful rationalism. 

Bozo Bucks

Sticker shock, sellers and shoppers getting raked (like dollars that grow on trees), elected experts and unelected experts think they know. 

LGB just a-pointing blame (the ta-king maker), statistics dept says it’s pricey before they magically double the worker number because ‘muh temp xmas jobs’ not even kidding. (1982) The paradox catches its tail for 40 years of inflation, the worst year his first with accusations and short memories of what the cameras catch in the rat house. Chan knows, let’s hope I’m wrong and that you’ve adjustable lights, each domino bigger. 

The state overspends 2x, next year complains it’s 3x short, and demands 4x, up since the last time they threw money into the air and let us keep what didn’t fall in their pockets, again up since the last time it fell in their donor’s pockets, the rat house changes the subject, blame the soviet money launderers, etc, because they have plans for the future rooted in the past and bitter they weren’t worshipped in the first place. You’ve had a bad day, these are overall completely bad people. This administration is bad at being human. 

Unrelated, can anyone get me a UFO?

Prices aren’t in the grimm’s fairy tales today, dudes and chicks, because the lite shorters and hardcore speculators are on the case, journo blues are cured with fancon fascism and underground psyops, and why should the fedbois have all the fun in knee socks are the new hawaiian shirt parties, dinosaurs who beg social media for the arc of the covenant and somehow we don’t melt their faces off with tactical memes (you didn’t see Indiana Jones?). 

Making money useless despite crypto AND small rectangle cards too advanced for human minds to understand. Paper money pollution, throwing good after bad. 

You know the minigolf where the ball gets stolen ending? That’s where stimulus checks go. It was fun while it lasted, it bought votes, and then it’s 2-3-4…

Agreeing with each other is canonical, habitual, and expected if they’re going to get into the no-poors party to discus the next way to teach us not to question the crumbling reality of televised immersion for 100 years. We’re living in a movie poster. 

Creating false narratives is delusional, I’m just ahead of the curve. 

With printed money replacing the debt, taxpayers expect a bribe, the fiduciary mythologists turn emergency printing into a printing emergency, how convenient is that. LOL no. 

A shared escape pod has a better chance of not stinking. The pilot jumped ship to be with the reset nativists. So what is this crazy thing called return to sender?

Breaking Broken Records

It started printing for side projects, an addiction community knowing less than anyone with the power to sway elections, and later barely controlling their faction’s demanding subjects, splitting time with the mentioned blaming. Do what you love until it’s done. The money is magic, bills are paid with printed currency, but taxes are still collected (with too much in circulation, and let’s not forget the social benefits you’re on the hook for. 

Conservative comes after you’ve seen the worst, liberal comes after you’ve felt the worst. Some people are honest, some people are helpful. 

Now the budgets written by staffers sent over from who knows, pick and chose earmarks for monstrosities of ancient phonebooks titled “puppies and kittens,” so to say who doesn’t like those? 

If you can’t be evidenced then I can’t be based, this is just musings on the times. 

“Burning the candle at both ends,” printing debt and playing both sides until the social programs rationing benefits means that only people wanting to work means full employment. 

A job is inevitably important, as I’m finding out, perhaps they could’ve pushed budgeting more than pig trough economics, altho that explains the western looting being so bad they said fuck it to charging people. Perhaps no to debtor’s prisons, they were stealing for being broke, or were they. Does an entitled nation on the edge of minimum wage and welfare programs leave its farmers alone? So far, yes. Paid to consume, when you could lower taxes, lower inflation, lower the gibs, and we could pay our wives and children that money to watch the houses we can’t afford. 

Another confusion is that the money on the trees is free, or that the corporations sell things they didn’t pay for. Someone off the grid will be a paid voice or elected politician vying to be surviving on empty promises, usually to fight the owners or employers for longer lunch breaks that turn into guillotines fast. Real fucking fast. 

In the space where leaders have died, a revolution is born. The students are mobile, the saboteurs are networked, and the stazi hide in plain sight. They see inflation as more money to buy from empty shelves. Some cities learned the hard way, some are more stubborn and we can’t live there. 

Don’t protest, just leave. Your beau can, should, give you stuff. Oh, they literally called rioters who weren’t paid “useful idiots” and maybe that’s your position of power. 

The capitalists might’ve slowed this all down to deflate the consumerism, not the consumers, but the gov’t isn’t a liberal entity in finances, they might liberate a well in the desert for 2 trillion dollars with the fire of the gods at twice the price, but the protections we have are limited to the market society, and even now false prophets with fake problems have the keys to the city. 

Some people fight telling a lie, politicians don’t have that problem. The stories are lies with some cool object or ‘character development’ errrr, just keep your heart warm with someone. You don’t want a war where communists and socialists are fighting over bones. Wars are nasty, shitting where you sleep and then some politician says you have to liberate a well in the desert that somebody pissed in. 

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Autopilot Syndrome

My ability to still be learning my language is rhetorical, but for my affliction and apparent NEET actions, having in some way become the clown prince of the west, hopefully the world, has in fact or fearfulness alarms my self-inflicted dichotomy, leaving me still wanting after all these years to see the country in copypasta and lousy with longing to know what the hullabaloo is and finding the echoes of garbage mentalities, broken window enterprises, earmark artisans and clockwork intellectuals, and of course the politicians beside themselves with contempt insouciant to power clamored and shattering the greenhouse apocalyptic safespace glass. 

It’s been in the shadows and collective unconsciousness, hearts and minds, thoughts and prayers, a new idea shared with someone who doesn’t know how much of this world doesn’t exist, save for knowing me writing these brought the thing, a passing thought a zombie follows. 

Thoughts from other essays, pointless realm of kings that mimic me mocking them losing the world to the troubles, which needs someone to tell to, who can never know, who wouldn’t believe, and this terrible oneitis leads me by my id, my confidence if it confides a strange falling into place. Where was I…

So I talked the admittor, still working out the payment because taking care of mom needs some return to camp still, where it could be weekends off and giving the patient time to find someone who looks like me, or I make three cups of coffee and change the locks, half of the pay for megastore, but twice the epicurean wagie shiftwork with the neanderthals to pay for it if there’s no sponsorship from a pair of avenues. 

Par excellence? Combining emotions to lead us has hero reasons or liberal answers, in coping it feels too much, meditation in the triple face or masking the instinct. Find someone hot who becomes strong, if they don’t at least you’ll have established a language to make him stronger, or get a job and find a hot chick. Some worry about the numbers, lower taxes, stop making clickbait, have your own kids instead of manipulating society. I’m ahead of you by…30 years? 

Also, I’m surprised leftist media aren’t just doing the news in Spanish the way they give zero gobshites about the border. Moreover, there’s no war to escape, just this garbage sensationalist third term. The weak of the world are raging at the dying of the light, quick to violence, sick to study, this is the world. 

This isn’t you, having just read a passage of time. I would like to tell you my stories in a cape for research. 

While the Vuhlkansu is niche or identitary, it’s burrowing in my thoughts. I was talking to myself about the translation of the grammar where a conlang has examples, but Vulcan has a grammar. The first clause being VSO, but the second clause SVO, or based on the northern languages, the non-present instances countable even in abstract, the perfective as the ablative done in the present sense even in completion. An accurate language made specific, needed for the same story in the past and future. 

After the coof, nightshades have to be in low doses, pulses have to be avoided, dairy is a treat, and decided to try the carnivore diet, and then they decided hyperinflation is supercool right now you guys please like us and we’ll let you mangle your offspring. My work will never be enough. The pyramid scam grows in the house of decadent puritanism. 

Merlin is returning in M4/Erebus, M5/Oneiros, M6/Kairos, M7/Hel, and all of them in notes. His immortal friend gets a spinoff about the foundation, with flashbacks of an outsider, with the puzzle as an insider climbing the ranks. There was a short idea about a dimension of Marsupialoids that had some chapters over the winter. And if I have any thoughts I’ll say so. All returning: the Ms are forming the ensemble cast in a coherent plot, the foundation is blending some of their mythologies, and then a spy scifi fast and loose with the plot. 

What is seen is remembered, what was forgotten trapped in my eyes, let me think of what becomes. 

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Post of delay

Will post last night's pining update and part one of an econ rant after reading what madness leg day had broughten.