Mister Kite v. The Bits Downtown

[jporter]

I'm S- 0 0 0 0 0 tired....I may have mis-heard those songs.  Maybe it's
really "Mystic Eye" and "The Bitch Downtown." 60's censorship BEING what it
was/is, the lyrics of those two Lennon and McCarthy ditties- one from Sgt.
Peppers and the other from The White Album(s)- were proffered to us,
adoring fans, as "Mister Kite" and "The Bits"....Whatever. The meaning
was/is as clear as Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds- as transparent as a
sugary window of pain. Break on through...

There is/was, definitely, a battle: within and without, and yes, it is
still raging....and no, its not just me. Since Special Agent Ibble is
indisposed (I should have warned him how treacherous sailing on the
Chesapeake Bay can be) I will  attempt to tune in the medium for now.
Death by Water...let's see...

Mysticism v. Addiction. PSI v. Crack. Break it down. Somebody was/is
playing both sides. The Pope v. Marx...whatever, to Pointsman, it's all the
same. Control. I see the number 8. The hours 8 to 4. Tantivy (empiricism
run Amok) Maffick and Bloated rationality sharing the same (how bosonic)
space in that pseudo-random Casino (the dice were loaded all along,
Albert), just down the Corridor of Epistemology from where Kinetic Katje
and Entropic Tyrone are being and being watched by a blind demon with a
taste for Hawiian Shirts and Hand Painted Ties...8 keeps coming to the
surface...like one of those toy Eight Balls- easier than the Tarrot-
predicting ITSELF. What's that, Albert? Eight-Fold path...the Standard
Model...and yes, the strange occurence of 8 in your formula for the
space-bending theory of GR- the only interger in The Formula that defines
the shape of the entire universe...Spiders, Octupi, Gravity and the chance
cute meet of fictional characters brought together by a big cheese...Crazy.

I need a fix 'cuz, like Gottfried, I'm Goin' Down.

And you know she's waiting for me...with open arms.

jody