SSoR-tiquette

When hanging and banging for 40 days and 40 nights, as the SSoR is known to do, when the time to go arrives, brother, you've got to let everyone know, you're not built for show, but indeed that you are built to go.

And part of that is being properly prepared. We're not animals folks. There needs to be certain procedures and ett-i-quette followed, otherwise you're no better than the apes. Then the next thing you know, you will be flinging your shit at people. There's a fine line between man and animal: be a man, man.

So ettiquette and being prepared are essential things for someone in the SSoR. It's not easy being the trendsetters, but someone has to do it. It's not dumb shit like wearing ugg boots out in public either, but important evolutionary survival techniques, passed down throughout the epochs, constantly refined into superior forms since the dawn of man.

This one is elementary: carry a drink with you when roasting. It's really simple and there's no excuse for not using it. If you are not capable of putting a liquid fluid into a bottle or container, you are beyond help.

The thinking behind carrying a drink with you, is that once you have had a roast, you can rinse your mouth of the icky aftertaste. Genius! It doubles as a mouthwash and a cleansing, replenishing drink. Sick of that roast/lighter fluid taste left in your mouth? No-one needs that. Drink up and you'll be right.




To be continued...

Deconstruction in the Fire of Creation

Fragmented hyper-colours flowed free-form into the brain. Plugging in, programming, uploading, rewriting, unwiring, fixing. Making better. Connections made, circuits flicked.

Existence springs up and recedes like the trap it is, in front. Free from it, new angles open up from nowhere like flowers to the sun as depths and perspectives dissolve. Seen for what it is, meaning dawns.

But to browse or to study everything: he was uncertain.

No choice. 4D senses were too much for his 3D body. The reconstruction he had undergone was hard to perceive, let alone deal with, as were the effects both physical and mental.

Slumping to his knees, Milligan Perrin stared at existence, and could perceive time tangibly, before what was too much, became all too much.