Φ Volatility Radio-----
Meanwhile, back at the office, the beat goes on.
We are always together and we will be forever
We awoke to the most beautiful weather I'd seen in years---splashes of warm greenish blue sunlight against the sea.
The weather is always perfect on the day of an attack.
I made a goal so big that when I achieve it it is going to blow my mind.
One thing makes one thing.
Two things make four things.
A beautiful equation love is.
Love is a beat--in unison.
Everything is everything here at Volatility Radio dot com.
And all along the fractal curve.
I am the richest man in the world because I think with my heart.
xoxoxxo
The record label continues to crank in profits.
I am not a man, I am a band.
And my band is Goth Lovely.
You are who you are when no one is watching
La di di. La di da. La di di. La di da.
I play guitar and sing. Complex stuff---but not complicated. Also, I have been told I can be shallow and indeed I can. I am a shallow man. As shallow as the water.
Then we sang "Raise Your Hand," and as the night drew on, it continued to sketch itself on the pages of our memories. Splashes of greenish blue sunlight flowing over the glittering instability of the sea that ebbs and flows in the same time patterns that we are all built from. The ones all along the fractal curve. Where the beat goes on.
We call everything a memory here---We're those kind of people.
Indeed for that moment she was mine; but only in the abstract. Her skin was softer and pinker in Paris---wrapped in white lace. Her cheeks, her eyes. Everything about her so rosy.
As rosy as the sky.
I fear nothing.
The only thing that scares me is the dark.
We call everything a paradox here.
We're those kind of people.
Then I saw her standing there. She was wearing a yellow dress. Like sunshine, on a cloudy day. Around and around it goes. We stopped at the beach. But we weren't at the beach at all. We were standing at the street corner holding hands, waiting for the light to change. Can a kaleidescope blur and dizzy us more? Then I remembered we were standing still. The earth rotated, but no one noticed.
We call everything a light here. We're those kind of people.
The other day I felt all alone, and then I remembered you. You appeared to me there and I saw the way you looked at me. When you walked towards me I could tell it was you by the space in your steps.
Everyone lives out there and we live in here. We know where "it is at."
Over here, over there. Over everywhere. We will always be together.
Because we are the one.
Goth : If you take away Love Will Blackness treat you of your sanity ? If Love is For real then why Do you drop and Scream at my Command ? What is your love so true as time falls through. A piece of me is a piece of you . Time may stand but I roll on with or without a tramp like you .
ON BOARD THE ERROL FLYNN I FLY SKY HIGH. TOO FAST TO LIVE.
TOO YOUNG TO DIE.
"Who is Vincent Vega?" She asked.
She was referring to me, but she did not know that I was me when she asked. It was then that I introduced myself.
"I am Vincent Vega." I whispered.
"What do you do." She asked telepathically without words, but by the way she increased the viewing area of her eyes.
"I am a businessman and an artist. Because Art is trading and trading is art. And I am a trader and I love art."
I told her to "tell all of your yoga instrucor friends about my website."---Because I am always stretching. Therefore, if you are new here, then you (perhaps) are always stretching as well.
We call everything stretching here. We're those kind of people.
Now that we will get to know each other I have to tell you something. Volatility rADIO IS ETERNAL AND IT WILL NEVER GO AWAY.
Because I love you all so much.
Vincent Vega is starring as Goth Lovely in the new autobiopic rockumentary, "Goth Lovely and the Brand."
One, Two, Three, Four. There
Is nothing I love more
Than a bidding war.
She wanted to laugh but she just couldn’t because she realized I might be serious.
And the next thing you know, clothes are scattered all around the hotel room floor, like a ski crash yard sale.
And the rolling up and down and around the sheets sounds like thunder in the night. The lights are out.
And the beat goes on.
I hear those voices louder and louder each and every day, every hour, every minute, tick tock, to the night, to the day. 24 hours. 6 times 4 is twenty-four. 3 times 2 is 6 and 2 plus two is 4. The numbers whisper like the voices, and they repeat, repeat, repeat. I've been fighting the voices as long as I can remember. As long as a watched clock.
All things point to one thing, in one direction, without interruption, and indeed beyond my control; reinvention being the mother of progress.
Still no sleep, but I can feel the night around the corner. Preparation has taken a new form. All I do is prepare. Most of my friends are gone. No more junk in my body--no sugar, no salt. My body is pure and clean. As clean as my conscience.
7.Dec.11
No, no, no, baby. What I said was that when the sunset turns into night, everything will become as clear as the night. And the only thing that scares me is the dark. Look, there it goes. It is the beat.
It goes on because it can't not. It is an inverse paradox. Just like someone else I know is. Or I should say just like we are.
Reinvention is the mother of progress.
I AM TALKING ABOUT CHNAGE. REAL CHANGE!!!!!! HUMPY DUMPTY WON'T GET BACK ON THE WALL THIS TIME. REAL REAL REAL CHANGE. I WAN'T TO SIT DOWN WITH THEM AND I WANT ANSWERS. REAL CHANGE. CLEAN THINGS UP SO WE CAN GET BACK TO REAL STUFF. i MEAN REAL STUFF---REAL STUFF!!!!!!
STILL NO SLEEP, BUT SINCE THE CHANGE I CAN FEEL A CHANGE. I FEEL IT COMIN' I FEEL IT COMIN'.
AND THE BEAT GOES ON.
All my life, I always wanted to be someone. I wanted people to notice my existence when I was in crowded places. I wanted to do something, so I could feel like a real person--like other people. I wanted clarity of purpose. I figured it out when she said, "I don't know you, but you have lights in your eyes."
Time goes on and on, 12 hours to the night, to the day. The clock is a continuum that persists. Every cycle repeats the same melody. The same notes are plucked by the wind. A long contiguous chain. At some interval, like the first awakening of the butterfly, there is a change. The cycle of my heart is regular no more. Now It is irregularly regular. Everything is as clear as the night.
Now my whole being points all in one direction. The signs have never been more clear. There has never been another choice for me.
"All roads lead to Rome."
600 x 6 is 3600 to a day. 60 minutes to an hour, 60 seconds to a minute. No one of us awake at the same time each day, we each have our own little "moment". Every day the world is created and we are a part of it. I have so much more to tell you and I will, I will, I will.
beat And the goes on.
goes on the beat And.
And the beat goes on.
We met once and we will meet again because we can't not.
All along the fractal curve.
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Pain is pride leaving the body.
"Indeed, one of life's great mysteries is whether we are moving backward toward the end or forward to the beginning."
--Vincent Vega.
Enlightenment
From your destiny
there is no escape
Transformation by Vincent Vega
Multiplication
transforms into addition.
The Logarithm.
Sometimes I wonder if my troubles will go away
Then I remember all that things that we say
And the words
That you whispered
In my ear
At the beach
Bidding War by Vincent M. Vega
One , two, three, four. There
is nothing I love more than
a bidding war.
I AM THE BEST POKER PLAYER N THE WORLD.
BECAUSE I CAN BEAT THE DEVIL AT POKER.
I am taking the greatest risks I ever have, with exhilaration. I feel like a kind-hearted attack dog; aggressive out of kindness. My mind is clear and absorbing. Complex, abstract ideas are everywhere I go. I can easily explain most of them---I am an idea. The path has never been so clear. When I saw the endpoints, I was effortlessly injected into them. Now I am working backwards toward the beginning. My mind plays like a vintage film---most scenes are in black and white. Some of them are in color. Like Yesterday, she came by here twice. I melted both times.
Since I only have two readers, I am officially accomplishing my goal of hiding on the internet. It's tough to hide when you invented the internet. But I am pretty good at magic. Yeah- I'd say I'm pretty good at it, seeing as I am just hiding here on the internet with no traffic and I invented the friggin thing.
By the way ladies, to one of you I say check, to one checkmate. Either or is fine. You really don't need to tell me. I'll tell you my answer right before I see you next time--I want to see the look on your face, then we'll go from there.
Both of you are going to be awesome Little Sisters. I miss you both already. One plus one is two and two plus one is three. Where is Pinky Megiston? Who is Pinky Megiston? She's the most famous actress in the world!!!
"A rising tide lifts all boats, and so it is true of the invesrse."
"So what does that mean, Mr. Vega. Are you short stocks?" They asked.
"Of course I am. After all, it is a bear market." I dissappeared.
--Vincent M. Vega aka Mr. Volatility
I officially have two readers if you count myself and my mother. Now that's what I call execution!!!
You keep forgettin you forgot about me??? Yeah. I like that.
Heard ya missed me, We'll I'm back
8.19.2011
Re: The Smurfs and their recent resurgence.
Opinion: In reference to who my favorite smurf is, I submit that it isn't one but a trifecta inclusive of three. One plus one is two and one plus two is three. My three favorite smurfs are Brainy, Jokey and Vanity. Where is my mirror? Here Smurfette, it's a surprise!!!
Other Observations: The smurfs are communists.
Think about it.
And the beat goes on.
1 plus 2 is 3 and 3 x 2 is 6.
3 plus 6 is 9 and 2 plus 2 is 4.
3 x 4 is 12 and 3 plus 4 is 7.
Three months to a quarter,
4 quarters to a year,
7 days in a week,
6 times 4 is 24 hours,
to a day, 12 more hours to the night,
to the day.
There is no mystery---only symmetry.
The cycle is the cycle is the cycle.
Every cycle is a cycle within a cycle.
This stuff works.
It cannot be made up.
I have a conspiracy theory that there are no conspiracy theories. And the beat goes on.
"It is my vision that, through meaningful work and collaboration, I can better myself. Using my inspirations as a guide, I will produce things of importance, and open doors for those that believe in themselves, and build an immense store of energy."
--Vincent M. Vega
You have reached the place where there is no begining and no end. Volatility Radio always was and will always be. The clock here has two times. Always and forever.