140618. Jail Porn.
A short discussion on the similarities between modern day stay in jail and modern day viewing of digital pr0n, how both are designed to assist in the methodology to break you down and ship you to hell.
Pr0n is mostly dead people. Perhaps if you are a regular with your local print pr0n provider you may have the opportunity to receive (usually completely unbeknownst to you either way) pr0n featuring people not dead yet. But, even in print pr0n, you are dealing with greater than 80% people already dead by now. Okay, maybe not quite dead by now, because hell takes around eight thousand years. But you are in "entertainment" mode with people that are known to be quite scarce to neighbors and friends usually three to six months post performance. There is a glyph system component to that. Ratios of musculature settings, corners of eyes to cheekbones, earlobes to jawlines, dimples to lips, the lower sides of the nasal curves to the lines of the eyebrows. All of those ratios and settings play a part in the day of atonement party system, the musical chairs system, the minor judging system. The conglomerate set of those numbers rolls and turns and divides along the great wall, rolls and turns and divides as the generations pass. Viewing pr0n puts you in "entertainment" mode, attempting to mimic the characters you are watching, learning looks and responses and questions to get what you want, and you will begin to mimic the ratios and settings of people which, in the course of the daily interaction of day of atonement parties, get shuffled on their way to the end of the line and usually off stage out of the picture entirely.
Don't make that face, it'll stick like that. And we have nerve agent and seahorse thumbtacks to assist in holding things in place, little by little, application after application.
Digital pr0n, if you could find the original screens and handles for the Internet Porn Lords Webring, is nearly 99.999% already dead people. That was the initial complaint of people and groups like the internet pornlords webring, was that all they get were the completely dead people. We'll be killing off our customer base by feeding them this sh_t. Well, you know, business availability, you wanna run it or not, this is the product available. Obviously, all the digital material is all the oldest most archived possible material available. Remember to read the carnival sequence in Rolling Cues, rc-mode-carnies, for a brief explanation of why all of Hollywood, all of media, and all of pr0n is actually somewhat nearly as old as the rooster tail on the running passover lamb. In the case of digital pr0n, you may actually be looking at people that have finally made their way to and through the gates of death at the bottom of hell. Maybe that particular car crash victim has even been steam-pressed again into existence in the kingdom of heaven, beaten to death on the table of the nations, shipped upstairs to the eunuch, "born", and maybe living down the street from you. Not that they would really remember anymuch of the previous life after being steam-pressed back into the world at 900 or a thousand degrees.
Especially when viewing digital pr0n is very easy to become completely out of skew with the society around you, because the facial muscle settings and rations, rolling and turning and dividing between generations and overtime (as in an old manual kaleidoscope), which you are "entertaining" on are completely out of frame with the current running society. Helps you on your way to end of sequence.
Jail. Begins as a social mind trick. The facial muscle settings and ratios during times of "wait", "sleep", eating interactions, conversation interactions, studying (the bible), interactions, watching television interactions. In jail, especially modern jail, most of your jail buddies are knocked-out-colder-than-cold, reanimated, make Lazarus rise from the dead, HA! that's an old trick from pharaohs counting neural revolvers. Sure, we could wake them up, but they're much more useful as robots. Their facial muscle ratios and settings, miniscule by miniscule, are all way down. Would you even know if the others in the cell block were even breathing except that they talk on occasion?
Jail. Then turns into a social training trick. The muscle settings and need to conform to the group (of knocked-out-colder-than-cold jail buddies) in natural interaction are reinforced by choreograph of the setting and modern social structure. That and the method used to make it through the time in jail. Nobody just sits through jail. Some pray, some don't. Some study, some don't. Growing up, however, each individual is taught a bag of methods which are available to be used to pass hours and hours and hours at a time waiting for the next tray, waiting for the next call, waiting for the next rotation to day room or back to cells or possible unexpected (ha!) lockdowns for this that or the other reason. People do not just make it through jail. Similar to performing a job which you are not accustomed to, or working out with a completely different set of weights and exercises, or spending all night long dancing strange dances that you have never learned and will likely never dance again, you accumulate a neurological sunburn from the experience. You overstretch muscles you would never have overstretched otherwise, you overcramp muscles you would have never overcramped otherwise, and as most individuals will never put themselves through that kind of rigor in those methods anytime again soon, they turn into injuries and muscle cramps and locks like any other in the breakdown method of the sphinx, don't make that face, it'll stick like that, little by little, over time. The psychological procedure used by unpracticed nonreligious individuals to make it through jail is a one-time performance, and leaves its mark and takes its toll. That's the training trick of jail on top of the social mind trick.
Then there's the magnet trick. High power floor magnets. Disguised to any casual individual trying to expose "the TRUTH!" by the high power magnets necessary to run the locking doors and the compound security and surveillance. Sodom and Gomorrah worked all of these obvious moves and excuses long ago. The floor magnet trick, in addition to the strange seating availability and the time spent trying to sleep it through, knocks down the ankles (which you don't use anyway), the knees (kickboards on your turnip cart ride), and the hips (pick up your foot when the music stops, and you can't even feel the top fidelity anyway; no pretzel twist). That has its component addition and multiplicative effect to the social mind and training tricks.
Jail. Begins as an ages old mind trick on how life interacts, progresses to a training trick in the sphinx, and moves on to the gamut of wire tricks available from Sodom and Gomorrah to present day.
And, when the world went to hell, eventually it put a controllable weather umbrella on top of the three-stage revolving carousel. Jail features a ridiculously low oxygen level, whatever the scale of reduction needs to be, the final result is ridiculously low. Jail's supposed to be that 72-hour thing, 72-hours to find a judge or be released. But there's the weekend factor, and then the courthouse as the doctor style excuse of "extra day", doctors claim observation, the court claims backlog and paper pile. EVERY SINGLE TIME I GET STUCK IN JAIL I AM THERE FOR FIVE FLIPPING DAYS. On the low oxygen level. Like a bubble rising through a bottle of shampoo, you just have to wait for that enormous bolus system shock of low oxygen to make its way through your tissues and out. Five days later and my entire gut continues to feel like I was sucking carbon monoxide for hours. That happens every time. Low oxygen.
Ventilation sucks down in hell. That's why we have this aging process; to ensure that you personally do not asphyxiate into vapor lock. The bugs need you as pulsating hamburger sponge. Sure, _if_ you actually would asphyxiate into vapor lock, then the overlord dogs in your area get a little more rack meat tonight, but the bugs have nearly perfected this method for preserving you as pulsating hamburger sponge.