The Inglorious Deeds of an Escaped Paramancer

(The Indentured Barista of la Ville de la Vague Vapeur)

[nacharyzewell]

https://steemit.com/@st33mpunk/

[deadcades]

…Dan McPharlin…Future Past / Past Future…

[cameos]

[willigula]

Night Project by Marilyn Mugot, 2017

[n-lite]

ＲＦ／／Ｂｕｒｎ

[nacharyzewell]

Additional Apocrpyha fot the Paramancer

(Cont’d from Some Apocryphal about the Paramancer”)

When Nachary Zewell first condensed into the flickering body of a HyperCloud taking on a material existene, he found he could remember in perfect detail the life he would from then on live.

Don’t worry,“ he heard a voice: his ears must have found their phase. His eyes soon followed where he saw a military nurse standing in front of a chamber he discovered himself to occupy in what he would soon discover were the Central Databanks of the Uni-Bureacy.

(Uni-Bureaucracy Databanks)

The life that Nachary remembered brought Nachary’s hands to hs face, and he could make no sounds besides moans.

“You’ll forget it all in about fifteen minutes. From then on. You’ll just know it in bits and pieces,” said the nurse in her most reassuring time. “But! That depends on which orientation of time you might experience in a given moment. So, you might predict the future, or you might find yourself surprised about things when your time in is pointing past-ward. All depends on what you remember–or forget–from the embodiment procedure.”

[nacharyzewell]

[matialonsorphoto]

I don’t want to wake up

by matialonsor

[nacharyzewell]

Dreams of a Hyper-Cloud

[adventurerooms]

[nacharyzewell]

The Lighthouse at the Edge of the Universe.

[paranoidddroid]

[nacharyzewell]

Bad Luck Romeo

"I realized the absurdity of my existence not at the end of my life but at the beginning, if indeed that's a valid distinction. Nevertheless what a beginning it was: the start of something wonderful, I thought, dancing along the street with my darling Nephilia (the bitch!) after we skirted my partners in the Provocation Department when I abandoned my rank and badge to spend my life with her, feeling not just that world but all of them opening to me with love's infinite bliss raining around me while the same poured out from me toward the rest of creation--that was the first moment I felt truly alive... not that I can tell you what my life means, the existence of a Hyper-Cloud (Retro-Cloud? I always forget which they called us), the paradox of an electrostatic mass pulled backwards in time, squeezed into the shape of a body and then made to run forward, sometimes remembering the future as if it were yesterday and at other times mistaking it as the past without ever knowing which I sensed: experiencing an awkward timeline that I haven't yet learned how to reconcile--yet still I can't help but return in my mind to those days with Nephilia (the whore!), my beloved Nephilia who would dive under the cafe table when others would have pulled a dine-&-dash, the creature who gave me the glorious life of a traitor and a fugitive, a Paramancer who deserted his post for the love of a hive-mind whose presence constituted a threat to the entirety of existence--but which of us doesn't go off chasing love whenever we catch a glimpse of death? Of course, the trouble comes when one tries to untangle the two, and I can't say I've ever had any luck deciding which is which: I knew only the stars I saw when I looked at her, the lights so unlike that of the stars above because not once would I ever see her light receding backward into the darkness of space at the time before those stars were kindled because when I looked at her I knew nothing except the present moment, nothing except the eternal recurrence of the now, the repeating unit of Planck time that became with her the moment of my perpetual rebirth, my awareness of the future in an absolute indeterminacy and of a past as one which has gone, which has forgotten us and been itself forgotten, and for that time not ever sensing either past or future ever confused--and for this freedom from the incomprehensible schedule of a dichronic temporality, I felt an endless gratitude toward Nephilia (the cunt!), an undying devotion that would carry me throughout the Metaverse wherever she might go. Would that I had only turned my Sonic Lamp on her once and revealed her as one better left unknown. But I can't say it would have changed my mind."

[kenaim]

[nacharyzewell]

Warm, fuzzy cloud incubation.

[jamerokretty-blog]

I think for a second there, I’d thought I’d died. It must have been a trick of the light.

[nacharyzewell]

"Did you guys feel that?" Nachary asks, observing a crackle of sparks from the bulb of his Sonic Lamp. "I think an instant of Planck time just skipped."

[nacharyzewell]

Yeah, I don't think that's happening,

says @jamerokretty, keeping his eyes on the pixel-smasher that he slaps against the screen-slab his tabula-abacus. "Local man holds grudge."

[nacharyzewell]

[zacharonipizza]

So, today I have a picture in my head of a wind-up monkey in a fez and vest while smashing together a pair of cymbals; and meanwhile, a real, creaturely monkey either turns the crank for an organ-grinder standing on a street-corner, or just completely freaks out at that same person standing between the organic monkey and the mechanical one. 

So the organ-grinder calls one of these monkeys, “Thought,” and calls the other, “Being,” and though none of them can remember which named which, somehow the organ-grinder believes they must play music together.

[nacharyzewell]

[travel-story]

[chelseawoosh]