Florida Straits / Taiwan Straits both on the 23rd Parallel, both creating Soft Underbelly Paranoia IMMENSE FAHRENHEIT (I.F.) — A utopia under the seashelf…in mineshafts…sir… we could survive… with the atmosfere at immense Fahrenheit of nuclear exchange… He is in flight sir… in flight? Yes sir he is intravenous flight…. Take from FILM by SAMUEL BECKETT… in flight… electro conculsvie shock… the falling man flying LSD out the window NY…. Screaam …. Sir a paper on screaming If kruschev screams here… we will scream … here … and so on yada yada dingding ding In the war room…. A comedy based on verification of a single missile silo…. Take each step from scymanzkis schematic excel… sir we have noted this movement here…. aand…. If if if ticking off an iff checklist a waterfall feature… yada yada ding ding yes sir missiles are active.. INVASIVE FLUORIDE. Message is decrypted. Find I.F. Address: Louisiana… Goes to the site… its a dentist’s called Invasive Fluoride. SOVIET NOTE READS: VISIT I.F. AUTHORISED LATER NOTE: CONDUCT IF MANEUVRE AUTHORISED IF inertial faultline Incipient Fracture Immolative flight Invisible forces Intimate fucklight Internal Memo, do not circulate, I.F. https://jfkfacts.org/did-the-cia-seek-to-hypnotize-an-assassin-to-kill-fidel-castro/ MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE CONTROL HIS MIND TO KILL CASTRO OPERATION IN-Fidel interference patterns colliding, interpellating in the Florida straits…disonnance…like a Beckett play… …staccato …a coronal mass ejection of energy …psychokinetics…psychometeorology..psychopluvias..octopi face | 23°0′N 83°13′W Cuba | 23°0′N 120°7′E Taiwan | 23°0′N 110°5′W Baja California | 23°0′N121°19′E Hawaii Ocean Sinewave The Unity is Submarine [sic] Supermarine airwaves…currents…electromagnetic spectra…interferences of radiolight, rain.. Cubana, Swan Island, codework of the Rose Garden Inter-ferences (if)
Rose Garden
nerves, open operational, tremorous in the codework of the rose garden, procaine sky pungent, turning escher stairs, waiting for a message from the outside i.f.k scrawled on the walls, ceilings, floors, thrown inter-fiascal, men climbing out of armed, beachhead, B26 viscerating Puerto Caberzas on hidden plane caches, low fuel bastardo, smashing glass, landing cayman, ninth bomber Diversionaris Cortez Juan Garcia loosened 90minutes, northward, Florida, engine feathered, mayday, permission to land, I, defector. sonicboom denial, psyop Bahia Honda broadcast noise of shipborne amphibious metal onabeach, lure infidels (if), 00:00 Blagar Barbara J, frogmen underwater demolis entering Bahia de Cochinos, heading 1400 heads crawlus, enginestoking, coral unseen forces conspiring, fucking coral not seaweed, slammingmap gains wall, get-me-, where is the fuu-king satelite man, frogmen landing, firefightbreaking, cubana jeep, radiocurrents, warnings, ifk loobound diarheic strenuatin 03.15 Castro woken bya radiowave, sends airstrikes,poundus, ifk firing, aner-collian, daybreak 06:30 firefightdawn, heavy equipment lost in swamp, sugar mill, fuk, my aas-
Marilyn barbituryic cali dawn, surf breaks, lightscattering on fading 38C northern Nevadan heat, losing Art slowly fading, John (dir) gambldrinkin, napping thru scenes, sleeping thru cuts, waking ona hill promoting the first annuel Virginia City camel races, Huston’s car overheating on the steep drive up to Virginia City via Hwy. 341 Geiger Grade, and “executing” her, the car firing a stunt gun blank into the radiator. Marriage breaking into prescriptions, jackie, camerajack crew whispers around her, She was incapable of rescuing herself or of being rescued by anyone else. And it sometimes affected her work. We had to stop the picture while she went to a hospital for two weeks.” August 60hospital ward relaxation, depression, limited soft focus lens on her eyes, late on set, no showing, nights learning lines with Paula, Ralph masseusing her leg, Clark dragged 400 feet across drylake hooting, Magnum crowds Haas Inge Eve, soviet kindanemz, documeting photoing, Inge fiddling around with Arthur, Marilyna destraughtus, Mapes Hotel Renoe, Washoe Country Court house, Quail Canyon pyramid lake, wrangling scenes ona Nevada dry lake 12 miles east of Dayton, near Stagecoach. November 4, 1960 itsawrap, 12 days later Clark dying, “a few hundere-d miles south of Cape Canaveral in Castro Land, there were rumblings. Tidal thrubbing on blonde breast, The first word came from the UPI listening post in Miami.
Unknown Speaker: “An invasion force landed in south central Cuba this morning, some 90 miles from Havana, and is fighting its way towards the capital. Fighting is furious, and according to Red Cross reports heard via radio from Cuba, causalities must be heavy. Premier Fidel Castro issued a statement over a nationwide network shortly after 11 this morning, saying that the invaders, members of the exiled Cuban revolutionary front, have come to destroy the revolution and take away the dignity and rights of men.”
Announcer: An invasion of Cuba by exiles. It came as no surprise that that voice from across the seas had a comment on the invasion, and the comment itself was no surprise, either.
Unknown Speaker: “This is Radio Moscow, and here is the news. Early this morning, armed aggression against revolutionary Cuba began. Armed bands of mercenaries were landed in different parts of the island. The United States was officially giving the Cuban contra-revolutionary financial aid, has equipped them with the latest weapons and put at their disposal airplanes and warships. “Moreover, only three days ago President Kennedy declared the United States would never take aggressive action against Cuba. All of this was merely the necessary camouflage to conceal the criminal plans that were being made against Cuba and to distract attention from the coming aggression.” Announcer: American officials heatedly denied such charges. From the United Nations, American Ambassador Adlai Stevenson spoke.
Adlai Stevenson: “Dr. Roa, speaking for Cuba, has just charged the United States with aggression against Cuba and invasion coming from Florida. These charges are totally false, and I deny them categorically.” Announcer: Mr. Stevenson’s denial was reinforced by President Kennedy President John F. Kennedy: “I have emphasized before that this was a struggle of Cuban patriots against a Cuban dictator. While we could not be expected to hide our sympathies, we made it repeatedly clear that the armed forces of this country would not intervene in any way.”
Announcer: The fighting went on. Casualties were high on both sides. But the only word from the interior was that of Castro’s Radio Cuba.
Unknown Speaker: “(Spanish.)” Announcer: “Cuba will be victorious. The revolution will live on.” Hundreds of those who might have helped the invaders were arrested, some executed. Hundreds of the invaders themselves were captured, and Castro maintained his iron grip.
I.F.K maneuver (Intifada Kastro Maneuver!) top secret, ona envelope, cream, tunneling through a conspiratic wad of letters, shorn out the side of a blown out cabinet,
Soft cuban underbelly destroy! (SCUD) The Intercontinenta Ballistanoiads are singing out the window, a lofted song, eyes dilating
Nuclear sunset strings ifk into the infitada kastro maneuver ofa latespring, timeflashing dilaters
It’s not that jackie, its switchboards inur cerebellum, if-then patterning filaments, Byron, as he burns on, sees more and more of this pattern. He learns how to make contact with other kinds of electric appliances, in homes, in factories and out in the streets. Each has something to tell him. The pattern gathers in his soul (Seek, as the core of the earlier carbon filament was known in Germany), and the grander and clearer it grows, the more desperate Byron gets. Someday he will know everything, and still be as impotent as before. His youthful dreams of organizing all the bulbs in the world seem impossible now—the Grid is wide open, all messages can be overheard, and there are more than enough traitors out on the line. Prophets traditionally don’t last long—they are either killed outright, or given an accident serious enough to make them stop and think, and most often they do pull back. But on Byron has been visited an even better fate. He is condemned to go on forever, knowing the truth and powerless to change anything. No longer will he seek to get off the wheel. His anger and frustration will grow without limit, and he will find himself, poor perverse bulb, enjoying it. …”
Come into the bulbshine and sit with him, with the stranger at the small public table. It’s almost hosing-out time. See if you can sneak in under the shadow too. Even a partial eclipse is better than never finding out—better than cringing the rest of your life under the great Vacuum in the sky they have taught you, and a sun whose silence you never get to hear.
What if there is no Vacuum? Or if there is—what if They’re using it on you? What if They find it convenient to preach an island of life surrounded by a void? Not just the Earth in space, but your own indi
vidual life in time? What if it’s in Their interest to have you believing that?
The rhythmic clapping resonates inside these walls, which are hard and glossy as coal: Come-on! Start-the-sho-w! Come-on! Start-the-show! The screen is a dim page spread before us, white and silent. The film has broken, or a projector bulb has burned out. It was difficult even for us, old fans who’ve always been at the movies (haven’t we?) to tell which before the darkness swept in.
Consciousness tremored open, seismatically strapped, back
Water lapping, pitchblack bobbing killing japs hooey jackie, it is dark as hell out here, Dug-Out Doug, ferrying fat general “Just had an inspection by an Admiral. He must have weighed over three hundred, and came bursting through our hut like a bull coming out of chute three. . . . ‘And what do we have here?’” he asked about a machine shop. When told what it was, he wanted to know what “you keep in it, harrumph ah . . . MACHINERY?” Told yes, he wrote it “down on the special pad he kept for such special bits of information which can only be found ‘if you get right up to the front and see for yourself.’” After additional inane remarks about building a dock in a distant bay, he “toddled off to stoke his furnace at the luncheon table. . . . That, Binga, is total war at its totalest.”
“Let me be honest. Motor torpedo boats were no good. You couldn’t get close to anything without being spotted. . . . Whether we sunk anything is questionable. . . . The PT brass were the greatest con artists of all times.” “The glamor of PTs just isn’t except to the outsider. It’s just a matter of night after night patrols at low speed in rough water—two hours on—then sacking out and going on again for another two hours.” The boats were poorly armed with inadequate guns and unreliable World War I torpedoes, had defective engines and highly imperfect VHF (very high frequency) radios that kept conking out, lacked armor plating, and turned into floating infernos when hit.”.
Blowher fukin piehigh mr president,! Woooe, getem boiz,
IF inertial faultline
Incipient Fracture
Immolative flight
Invisible forces
Intimate fucklight
Infidelities
Rose Garden
nerves, open operational, tremorous in the codework of the rose garden, procaine sky pungent, turning escher stairs, waiting for a message from the outside i.f.k scrawled on the walls, ceilings, floors, thrown inter-fiascal, men climbing out of armed, beachhead, B26 viscerating Puerto Caberzas on hidden plane caches, low fuel bastardo, smashing glass, landing cayman, ninth bomber Diversionaris Cortez Juan Garcia loosened 90minutes, northward, Florida, engine feathered, mayday, permission to land, I, defector. sonicboom denial, psyop Bahia Honda broadcast noise of shipborne amphibious metal onabeach, lure infidels (if), 00:00 Blagar Barbara J, frogmen underwater demolis entering Bahia de Cochinos, heading 1400 heads crawlus, enginestoking, coral unseen forces conspiring, fucking coral not seaweed, slammingmap gains wall, get-me-, where is the fuu-king satelite man, frogmen landing, firefightbreaking, cubana jeep, radiocurrents, warnings, ifk loobound diarheic strenuatin 03.15 Castro woken bya radiowave, sends airstrikes,poundus, ifk firing, aner-collian, daybreak 06:30 firefightdawn, heavy equipment lost in swamp, sugar mill, fuk, my aas-
Marilyn barbituryic cali dawn, surf breaks, lightscattering on fading 38C northern Nevadan heat, losing Art slowly fading, John (dir) gambldrinkin, napping thru scenes, sleeping thru cuts, waking ona hill promoting the first annuel Virginia City camel races, Huston’s car overheating on the steep drive up to Virginia City via Hwy. 341 Geiger Grade, and “executing” her, the car firing a stunt gun blank into the radiator. Marriage breaking into prescriptions, jackie, camerajack crew whispers around her, She was incapable of rescuing herself or of being rescued by anyone else. And it sometimes affected her work. We had to stop the picture while she went to a hospital for two weeks.” August 60hospital ward relaxation, depression, limited soft focus lens on her eyes, late on set, no showing, nights learning lines with Paula, Ralph masseusing her leg, Clark dragged 400 feet across drylake hooting, Magnum crowds Haas Inge Eve, soviet kindanemz, documeting photoing, Inge fiddling around with Arthur, Marilyna destraughtus, Mapes Hotel Renoe, Washoe Country Court house, Quail Canyon pyramid lake, wrangling scenes ona Nevada dry lake 12 miles east of Dayton, near Stagecoach. November 4, 1960 itsawrap, 12 days later Clark dying, “a few hundere-d miles south of Cape Canaveral in Castro Land, there were rumblings. Tidal thrubbing on blonde breast, The first word came from the UPI listening post in Miami.
Unknown Speaker: “An invasion force landed in south central Cuba this morning, some 90 miles from Havana, and is fighting its way towards the capital. Fighting is furious, and according to Red Cross reports heard via radio from Cuba, causalities must be heavy. Premier Fidel Castro issued a statement over a nationwide network shortly after 11 this morning, saying that the invaders, members of the exiled Cuban revolutionary front, have come to destroy the revolution and take away the dignity and rights of men.”
Announcer: An invasion of Cuba by exiles. It came as no surprise that that voice from across the seas had a comment on the invasion, and the comment itself was no surprise, either.
Unknown Speaker: “This is Radio Moscow, and here is the news. Early this morning, armed aggression against revolutionary Cuba began. Armed bands of mercenaries were landed in different parts of the island. The United States was officially giving the Cuban contra-revolutionary financial aid, has equipped them with the latest weapons and put at their disposal airplanes and warships. “Moreover, only three days ago President Kennedy declared the United States would never take aggressive action against Cuba. All of this was merely the necessary camouflage to conceal the criminal plans that were being made against Cuba and to distract attention from the coming aggression.” Announcer: American officials heatedly denied such charges. From the United Nations, American Ambassador Adlai Stevenson spoke.
Adlai Stevenson: “Dr. Roa, speaking for Cuba, has just charged the United States with aggression against Cuba and invasion coming from Florida. These charges are totally false, and I deny them categorically.” Announcer: Mr. Stevenson’s denial was reinforced by President Kennedy President John F. Kennedy: “I have emphasized before that this was a struggle of Cuban patriots against a Cuban dictator. While we could not be expected to hide our sympathies, we made it repeatedly clear that the armed forces of this country would not intervene in any way.”
Announcer: The fighting went on. Casualties were high on both sides. But the only word from the interior was that of Castro’s Radio Cuba.
Unknown Speaker: “(Spanish.)” Announcer: “Cuba will be victorious. The revolution will live on.” Hundreds of those who might have helped the invaders were arrested, some executed. Hundreds of the invaders themselves were captured, and Castro maintained his iron grip.
I.F.K maneuver (Intifada Kastro Maneuver!) top secret, ona envelope, cream, tunneling through a conspiratic wad of letters, shorn out the side of a blown out cabinet,
Soft cuban underbelly destroy! (SCUD) The Intercontinenta Ballistanoiads are singing out the window, a lofted song, eyes dilating
Nuclear sunset strings ifk into the infitada kastro maneuver ofa latespring, timeflashing dilaters
It’s not that jackie, its switchboards inur cerebellum, if-then patterning filaments, Byron, as he burns on, sees more and more of this pattern. He learns how to make contact with other kinds of electric appliances, in homes, in factories and out in the streets. Each has something to tell him. The pattern gathers in his soul (Seek, as the core of the earlier carbon filament was known in Germany), and the grander and clearer it grows, the more desperate Byron gets. Someday he will know everything, and still be as impotent as before. His youthful dreams of organizing all the bulbs in the world seem impossible now—the Grid is wide open, all messages can be overheard, and there are more than enough traitors out on the line. Prophets traditionally don’t last long—they are either killed outright, or given an accident serious enough to make them stop and think, and most often they do pull back. But on Byron has been visited an even better fate. He is condemned to go on forever, knowing the truth and powerless to change anything. No longer will he seek to get off the wheel. His anger and frustration will grow without limit, and he will find himself, poor perverse bulb, enjoying it. …”
Come into the bulbshine and sit with him, with the stranger at the small public table. It’s almost hosing-out time. See if you can sneak in under the shadow too. Even a partial eclipse is better than never finding out—better than cringing the rest of your life under the great Vacuum in the sky they have taught you, and a sun whose silence you never get to hear.
What if there is no Vacuum? Or if there is—what if They’re using it on you? What if They find it convenient to preach an island of life surrounded by a void? Not just the Earth in space, but your own individual life in time? What if it’s in Their interest to have you believing that?
The rhythmic clapping resonates inside these walls, which are hard and glossy as coal: Come-on! Start-the-sho-w! Come-on! Start-the-show! The screen is a dim page spread before us, white and silent. The film has broken, or a projector bulb has burned out. It was difficult even for us, old fans who’ve always been at the movies (haven’t we?) to tell which before the darkness swept in.
Consciousness tremored open, seismatically strapped, back
Water lapping, pitchblack bobbing killing japs hooey jackie, it is dark as hell out here, Dug-Out Doug, ferrying fat general “Just had an inspection by an Admiral. He must have weighed over three hundred, and came bursting through our hut like a bull coming out of chute three. . . . ‘And what do we have here?’” he asked about a machine shop. When told what it was, he wanted to know what “you keep in it, harrumph ah . . . MACHINERY?” Told yes, he wrote it “down on the special pad he kept for such special bits of information which can only be found ‘if you get right up to the front and see for yourself.’” After additional inane remarks about building a dock in a distant bay, he “toddled off to stoke his furnace at the luncheon table. . . . That, Binga, is total war at its totalest.”
“Let me be honest. Motor torpedo boats were no good. You couldn’t get close to anything without being spotted. . . . Whether we sunk anything is questionable. . . . The PT brass were the greatest con artists of all times.” “The glamor of PTs just isn’t except to the outsider. It’s just a matter of night after night patrols at low speed in rough water—two hours on—then sacking out and going on again for another two hours.” The boats were poorly armed with inadequate guns and unreliable World War I torpedoes, had defective engines and highly imperfect VHF (very high frequency) radios that kept conking out, lacked armor plating, and turned into floating infernos when hit.”.
Blowher fukin piehigh mr president,! Woooe, getem boiz,
IF inertial faultline
Incipient Fracture
Immolative flight
Invisible forces
Intimate fucklight
Infidelities